Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Barnabas Collins (Angst/Smut)

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"I will have their blood for what they did." Barnabas vowed. "I will take their lives-"

Y/N's coughing broke him off. "Just do something, Barnabas. You can get your revenge later."

      She had been out with the Collins for a bite to eat, and along the way, they'd stopped at a little store. Y/N had bought a purple brooch to pin to her coat, and the cashier has slipped a packet of powder into the bag, saying it would help clean the brooch. Just add water.

     And when they'd sat down, the bag had exploded, sending the powder into Y/N's eyes, mouth, and throat. And now she couldn't breathe or see properly.

     She'd been hired by Elizabeth as a tutor for the kids, and she'd grown fond of Carolyn and David.

He propped her against an abandoned drugstore, which had been vacant for ages. Then he kicked open the door, before bringing her inside, kicking it shut with his heel.

He seemed to recognize the place, because he immediately brought her towards the back of it, through a door.

She clutched onto him begrudgingly, hating that she was so weak.

Why would the cashier go that far? To actually try and kill her?

Barnabas set her down on the counter, so she leaned back against the mirror behind her. In the room was an examination bed, and a first aid kit.

The room at this point looked drab, grey, and lifeless. Only the flickering of the lights offered her any vision. It was so dark, everything was grey.

She could hear the vampire  fumbling around in the drugstore, but she doubted anything there would work. She needed a doctor.

"Barnabas...." She pleaded, but her voice came out a whisper.

It hurt to breathe. It hurt to speak. And her vision was blurred.

Just what was in that powder?

She turned on the faucet, but only drops of water came out. With a pained groan of frustration, she rested her head against the glass. "Barnabas!"

He appeared within a millisecond, some plastic bottles  clattering from his hands. It looked like he grabbed every pill he could see that would possibly take away the problem.

"Barnabas, I need a doctor. Why don't we just go to the hospital? Why'd you send everyone home?"

He came over, the door swinging shut behind him.

"Because I cannot go into a hospital. I'm a vampire, I don't have an...what do you call it, an I.D?"

She groaned, glancing at her hands. They were so blurry, just flesh colored blobs.

The vampire approached, seeing how the vein in her neck was pulsing, and he could hear her heartbeat, slowly getting faster and faster. He looked away, running his tongue along his canines.

No. I can't. I won't be Angelique.

"Barnabas, what's happening? Why are you just standing there?"

She might not survive.

"Okay, Y/N, I am going to have to turn you." He proposed.

"What the fuck do you mean, turn me? I don't think I should move much right now."

He grit his teeth.

"I mean," he spoke, gathering all the patience he had, "That I am going to have to bite you. And make you a vampire."