Angelique's Cure, Chapter 6 From: Beverly LaCroix Chapter 6 (This has suggestive sexual material, m/m, f/m, and some violence) Quentin felt fear course through him as he watched Janette take Edward,and was preparing to bite him. The power that came from the woman was paralyzing, and NIcholas had changed in an instant. His eyes were gold, tinged with red, fangs bared, a low growling in his throat, and he moved so fast only Janette and Barnabas detected him. Barnabas had taken the scene in when he and Quentin had entered the drawing room, and watched in horror as Janette readied her cousin for death and doom. LaCroix had enraged him so badly he needed blood, and he had needed it in the worst of ways, but reality was now taking precedent, and he moved. DeBrabant had Edward as Barnabas flung Janette across the room. Janette looked at Barnabas, and she was frightened by him, his fangs were glistening, his eyes were murderous in their red haze. Her fear was replaced by rage, an undefinable rage that was fuelled by memories of Barnabas trying to destroy her decades before. She was going to destroy him! Quentin was holding Kitty, not knowing exactly what to do, she was hysterical. Nicholas had Edward in what seemed to be a hypnotic trance. Edward was now walking out of the room, and up the stairs. Good, he thought. Then the battle that was raging between Barnabas and Janette caught his attention. Barnabas had a sword in his hand, the same one that he had put to Barnabas' throat the first night he had met him, and seemed to be advancing towards Janette with the -- Oh dear god, Quentin thought if he decapitates her, none of us will be safe when LaCroix finds out. He was watching the scene with fascination. Janette had a death grip on Barnabas, her hands were around his neck, preparing to break it, and then she would burn him. Quentin's eyes widened, Barnabas disappeared. Quentin would never get used to that. Janette looked around frantically, enraged that she couldn't find her prey! Then Quentin heard Barnabas, but could not see him. He was laughing at Janette. "You may be old in years, my dear, but your "father" -- Barnabas spat that word out -- "has taught you very little about taking care of yourself." Quentin saw the glint of steel, and realized that Barnabas had moved with lightning speed, and had the sword, and was going to complete his task of decapitation. He didn't want Janette destroyed. "Nick, do something!" Quentin exclaimed. Nicholas had Lady Hampshire with his back to what was going on, he turned, flung Kitty at Quentin and moved. Catching the sword, he swung it around and flung Barnabas through the French windows of the drawing room. Barnabas was invisible to Quentin, but Nicholas had concentrated, and in a split second had been able to detect bits of his black and red aura. It had been enough, and then he had used the sword to gain enough momentum to catch the powerful vampire off guard, and fling him hard enough to go through the windows. Nicholas held his sister, making sure she was all right as Quentin walked over to the scene with Kitty in tow. "Nick, do me a favor, and do NOT, I repeat, do NOT tell LaCroix about this," Quentin said pleadingly. Janette was now in Quentin's arms, and Lady Kitty was in Nicholas' embrace, staring up at him adoringly. Nicholas had hypnotized her successfully, and knew that she remembered nothing of the last few moments. He decided he liked this woman, and he liked her enough to stay in Collinsport for awhile, and he didn't need or want Janette and Barnabas making his life miserable, and certainly not LaCroix. Barnabas walked dejectedly on the beach, thinking of the evening's events, and burned with shame and most of all, humiliation. LaCroix angered him more than any other being he had ever met. He also knew that he could have gone back and overpowered both Nicholas and Janette, but then he would have to deal with LaCroix for eternity unless he destroyed him by some small miracle. And Angelique, that slut, was with him. He had met LaCroix in Paris, and had disliked him immediately, but had fallen under the spell of his two "children." Quentin had met them in Alexandria, and had been rescued and taken care of by the vampire family. That had taken place during that fiasco with Laura, and would have cost him his life, if not for LaCroix and his offspring. He had fallen hopelessly and irrevocably in love with Janette, and had been very attracted to Nicholas. That had surprised him, in fact he had been in awe of such a foreign feeling. Laughing ruefully now at how innocent he had been then, and the shame it would have heaped on his father if he had ever known that he wanted another man, and wanted him badly. His love for Janette, and Nick's jealousy had prevented it. The feelings had faded in time, and were brought back like tidal waves when Posoiden was wreaking his rage on Oddyseus, when he saw him tonight, and it angered him. "Are you all right?" a soft feminine voice startled him. He jerked around and saw one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he had seen and loved many. He was surprised mostly because she was down here on this lonely beach. Her hair had come undone and was blowing wildly about her face. Walking over to her, he told her, "yes, I'm fine. What are you doing down here, and who are you?" "I could ask you the same," she replied with a quick retort. "You could, and I will answer your question. Yes, I am all right. My name is Barnabas Collins, and you are on Collins property," Barnabas replied, softly, and very gently. "Oh, I am sorry, Mr. Collins. I will leave right away." she answered. A vice grip on her forearm stopped her leaving. He was behind her, his soft cultured tones still ringing in her ears. He was very aristocratic, elegant, his handsome chisled features showed a man of wealth and good breeding, but he was also very masculine, and he was dangerous. His sensuality poured from him in waves, she was almost overwhelmed by it, his touch was cold, but yet it was hot and smouldering. He heard her sharp intake of breath when he grabbed her arm, then he turned her sharply to face him. "I will ask again, Miss, what is your name?" the deep voice asked, locking her in his gaze, she had nowhere to escape. "My name is Amanda Harris," she barely mouthed the words, as she leaned into him, and he caught her in an embrace, and covered her mouth with his. To be continued...
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