Collinsport Part 4 A Dark Shadows novel

Chapter Sixteen-Barnabas Collins-1967

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Barnabas Collins wiped the blood off his face.

He smiled, as he gazed at Elizabeth Collins Stoddard.

"I have been away since seventeen sixty five. In my time, as it was, I knew that the only way to grow the business at Collinsport; I was thirty then. And a human. In the face of knowledge, I was a wealthy man; I was someone who everyone respected. By seventeen seventy-five, aged forty, I was wedded to Josette du Pre. She was twenty-five. It took a long time before we were happy to live in this Manor. It grew on us, and thus, it was our dream to live there forever. By seventeen eighty-five to seventeen ninety-five, everything was normal. Then, on August of that year, Josette, now aged forty-five, jumped to her death at Widow's Hill. I was devastated. Then I found another lady called Angelique Brouchard; I found her to be a witch. She turned me into a vampire when I didn't marry her for love. And she lived in the Manor with a werewolf named Quentin Collins. That's why I came back thanks to Willie Loomis; that's why I came to return to save myself from a further horror that has plagued me for centuries". He took a long, deep, breath, as David Collins spied on him.

"Collinsport won't let a relative feed on the blood of the living", Elizabeth Collins Stoddard shivered.

"M'Lady, I have done all that I can to do everything I can to make peace with my ancestors", Barnabas Collins smiled.

"I don't understand", Carolyn Stoddard cast an uneasy gaze at them.

"Frankly, I won't let all of my ancestors to be let free", Roger Collins sipped his red wine in the Drawing Room, "...I have a lot of work at the shipping yard".

"The shipping yard will continue", Barnabas Collins grabbed his long cane that glowed red.

"And now you want to dominate us", Roger Collins shuddered.

"I won't let others put the family down", Barnabas smiled.

"And now you've returned to lay claim to our family's wealth", Elizabeth Collins Stoddard said. The white pearls around her neck begun to tighten; her black dress kept her warm; her black shoes was still as a statue, as she poured fresh tea.

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