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Subject: DOCTOR WHO, JESSE AND JEREMY 66 Collinwood stands at night, a candle light coming from the closed East Wing… “My name is Jeremy Sumpter and my journey has only just begun, a journey which will hopefully link my past with my future as I and my lover Jesse McCartney search for the Doctor, our other lover, in a time that seems long ago to me, a time when the dark shadows of the night seem to even intrude on the hot summer days gone by where gay people were not allowed to be as open as they are currently…a time in a small town in Maine. Collinwood stands erect in the year 1976, the bicentennial to most, with the Fourth of July only a four days away, June 30th arises as does a sea of faces set within, anyone of who’s possessors may be the regenerated and memory lost Doctor…and as we search for the Doctor, it doesn’t escape me that there are other unworldly and other worldly things happening around us…events that may bring us further from finding the Doctor and closer to the very heart of fear…” In the Tower Room, Jeremy looked at the painting. He knew instinctively that this man that the wolf man had become was a Collins family member. “Which one though?” He wondered. A pair of eyes were watching him. Floating in the ether. A blond woman. Her incredible laughter filled the room. Jeremy looked up, “You…” he said lowly, intimidated, “you don’t scare me…” But she did. Whoever or whatever was laughing…and then another female laugh joined the first one. “You both don’t scare me.” He held the candle upward and squinted to see if he could spot anyone or anything. The laughing continued so he left the room and headed down the steps toward the East Wing. “Fucking 238 steps…” As he ran down the steps, he kept looking behind him, turning his head at times, turning his upper body at other times. He felt he was being watched by a multitude of beings, unsure as to what they were, besides ghosts…He kept his body close to the brick wall and kept moving downward. Figures seemed to follow him. Yet, each time he turned, there was no one there. The female laughter seemed to lower in tone and intensity. He wondered at the idea that there was more than one female laughing at him. “Let em laugh,” he said as he tried to protect his candle flame from extinguishing. He swallowed and looked behind him and then turned around fully. “WHO are you?” He held the candle up toward the figure. In their room adjoining David’s, Jesse stirred. He had slept soundly up to now. He reached over for someone. “Jer…Doc….” He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and swallowed. This house, he thought, was quiet enough for sleeping soundly. He had noticed maybe one TV in the entire house that he’d seen thus far. And old record players and radios. Jesse sat on the side of the bed and decided to get dressed and look for Jeremy. It was then he felt the presence of someone standing at the foot of the bed. He looked over at David. ” David? What are…?” “I can’t help it. I can’t help myself…” “What do you mean?” “I saw…I saw that…what you did with…I was watching…” Jesse swallowed. “Oh, that. We know. We knew. It …it’s okay, guy.” Jesse made his way on the bed without standing up. He was still fluidly naked. “You…you’re not wearing any…any…” Jesse looked at him and snuggled up close to the boy in the PJs. “Oh, I know. It’s okay. You don’t have to be afraid…” “I…I’m not. I’m strangely…not…” “David…” Jesse gulped. He knew that what Jeremy said about this time was true…it was not as open as 2007 and even in that year, there were those against gays…even some gays themselves. Enmeshed in self loathing and even those who hated certain types of gays. “I…” He put his arm around David’s shoulder, bringing the shoulder closest to him to his side. “I can put some clothes on if you want.” “No, please don’t…” David blushed and looked him in the eyes for the first time. “I am. You know. That way.” “David. It’s all right, really.” Jesse said, “Surely, you’ve heard of …” “Yes. But I’ve never. I mean there’s this guy but we haven’t even. I think he likes me, too but…” “This isn’t the dark ages even if it is 1976. I know things are more secretive and gays are not as behind open…I mean…” He shut his eyes, “I can’t believe I said that. I meant not as open…you know what I mean.” David laughed, “I’ve never…you know, done anything. I’m not sure how…” Jesse was opening David’s PJ bottoms and pulling the tight waist band down. He lowered his head to David’s other head. He looked up, “I can show you…or I can stop…” David smiled, “Please don’t…” He put his head up and shut his eyes. Then he looked down. “Oh but what about Jeremy…?” “Jeremy and I have an open relationship. We love each other deeply as we do the Doctor. Our lost friend. But we are all three of us free to love others… in any way we so choose.” “That sounds…nice…” David gasped as Jesse lowered his thick boy lips to prick. Jesse put his mouth, wet, over David’s head and found a way to stop there and lick his tongue over the head, letting his mouth inch off and then on again. This gave David’s sperm the air it needed to gather and the pre cum was there in a flash. It pooled up on the head and stayed there until Jesse licked it with just the barely tip of his tongue. This made electric jolts shake David and he gulped. Inadvertently, he also found himself unbuttoning his pajama top to reveal a finely toned chest, pert and bumped out nipples, and a pale but smooth body all over. He had beauty marks along his chest and sides, and some freckles along his chest, ribs, and sides. “Oh, you’re beautiful,” Jesse gasped, “Just beautiful…mmpgghff.” He put his mouth over the head and wetted it up some more and used the pre cum that came out to wet down the under sides of the head and then proceeded down as he bent on the bed. David jerked up and made it easier for Jesse to suck his dick. “Th…th–th–anks…yanks!” David jerked his whole body up and his shoulders went back a bit. His eyes shut, “Don’t….don’t …don’t stop…oh damn!” In the corridor at the end of the steps, Jeremy looked behind him. He was sure an army of ghosts or zombies had followed him down. He moved off down the corridor toward the way out. Jeremy’s bare foot hit something wet on the floor. He looked down and saw seaweed, green and ugly, wet as though it had just come from the sea. Jeremy carefully reached down for it and lifted one strand. Under the seaweed, which he recalled was not there a moment ago when he came down this corridor, were two shoe prints. A man’s voice said, “Get out. Get out now…” The voice was gruff and masculine. Graveled. It sounded as if it came from a smoker, “Get out! Get out…while you can.” Jeremy stood up and looked around the dilapidated hallway, “Why are you trying to warn me?” “You! Your friends try to give you clues to the Other. They do not know the grave danger here at Collinwood, at the house atop Widow’s Hill. The Hill I was killed from…” Jeremy squinted and thought he saw the image of a man, a seaweed covered, soaked man, it having emerged straight out of the wall next to him. He turned quickly toward it and jumped. “Who are you?” “My name does not matter…” The woman’s laugh came again and Jeremy jumped from that as well. The laughter overtook the ghost man’s voice and it seemed to weaken his very image. Jeremy could see the wall through the man’s translucent body. He held the candle up to the man but it was too late. The man vanished completely and even the footprints were gone. He touched the floor and it was dry. “Bone dry.” He looked around and the female laughter stopped again. He hurried back toward the main section of the house, looking back to make sure some specter was not behind him. His tee shirt, which he had been pulling on, thanks to nervousness, was stretched to a point where it had almost become a night gown like affair. Even so, it didn’t cover his protruding dick and balls… The blue female eyes watched him go and the laughing started again… Jeremy backed away from where he thought the sounds were coming from. He backed under an archway out. He leaned against the wall with one hand, steadying the candle with the other. A wind blew and the candle went out and he dropped the holder. He leaned back with both hands. A brick wall. It opened. It was some kind of secret passage. He fell back and the brick wall closed. Jeremy leaned on it to try to reopen it. It wouldn’t budge. He banged on it. “Help! Let me out! Get me out! Hello! Hello! David! Jesse! Help me!” He banged on it but knew it would not open this way. He gave up his yelling and banging and turned to look at the new area he was in. Some kind of secret passage with cobwebs and a coat stand, sideways against a wall, an old chandelier that might have once graced the dining area or the great hallway he had come from or…he turned his head and as his eyes adjusted some more to the darkness, he saw in moonlight which came from a stained glass window…three faceless figures…Jeremy screamed… Outside, the waters crashed against the rocks and the spray that washed up against them and shot past the land seemed to try to reach the dark cloud that was the house of Collinwood… As Jesse sucked his dick and fondled his balls, David screamed. Jeremy screamed but from fear. Then he laughed. As did Jesse, when Jesse pulled out David’ s dick from his mouth. Jeremy laughed, for he now realized, the three figures were old manikins. Faceless. Auton like. Arms posed in strange positions. Androgynous. Someone that once lived here must have used these human sized figures to practice sewing on. Jeremy moved over to them and put his arms around one to feel up the chest from behind. He laughed. “Now to find a way outta here.” He rubbed the chest… Jesse’s chest. Jesse let David’s cum shoot all over his own chest. “I never, ” was David’s gasping words over and over as he cam over and over. Jesse fondled balls with the very tips of his fingers…left hand on David’s right ball, right hand on David’s left ball. Jesse softly said, “C’mon, David, empty your fucking nuts! Show me whatcha got!” David did so. Jesse’s chest was covered with what looked bursa escort bayan like a wide canvass of white. “Shit,” David said, “That’s fucking great!” David gasped and it was over…or so it seemed. “Wow, that was amazing. You didn’t have to do that. But I’m glad you did. I left food for you and Jeremy. I need to take a shower and then later I’ll meet you both in the kitchen for breakfast… Jesse, what?” Jesse still had his mouth over David’s cummed out dick. He had swallowed it all. Jesse looked up and his eyebrows formed a vee like he was mean or something but he sometimes turned from loving to almost animalistic during sex. He had his mouth over David’s flaccid penis. David looked worried, “What…whaa…what’re you doing?” Jesse put his bare teeth on David’s dick and rubbed, feigning a bite. David gasped as if in pain, “No! Don’t! Don’t! You can’t do that!” Jesse nodded as if to say, yeah I can and he made that vee with his eyebrows and continued. David, despite protestations, loved it. He looked down as his dick re-grew…in Jesse’s mouth! Later, the two were spent and fell asleep. Jeremy could swear the manikins were moving. He kept turning to them to spot their moments of movement but he had to find a way out of this locked area of the giant mansion. He had opened a window but no one was outside and his voice didn’t carry very far. He wondered if that was kind of magic preventing his voice from being heard by others. “Jesse, where are you? Why aren’t you looking for me?” When he awoke, Jesse stroked the beautiful red hair of the young man. The clock on the wall read 6:30 am. “So early…” He smiled and wondered where Jeremy was. Jesse went to the shower area and left the door open. He turned on the shower and stepped inside. Jesse took a shower and David sheepishly waited for him, still in his PJs, now buttoned up to the neck. Jesse was still naked and as he dropped the towel to the bed, he saw the look on David’s face, ” David, I thought you were gonna go take a shower too and meet me in the breakfast area….” Naked, Jesse moved over to David, who seemed to jump back toward the adjoining door that was still left open. “What? What is it, hon?” “Don’t call me hon, okay?” “All right…” Jesse said cautiously. He put his hands out but then brought them back to his sides after picking up the towel and putting it around his dick and balls, covering little else. He was expecting this. “What’s wrong?” “Jesse,” David held the bedpost, “You won’t…you won’t tell anyone what we did, will you?” Jesse shrugged, “I hadn’t really thought about it…” He shrugged. “Please don’t!” “Well, aside from Jeremy, I tell him everything, he and the Doctor…” Jesse ‘s eyes grew vacant and lost, thinking about the Doctor. “Please, no one but that guy I told you about, the one who owns the hotel… he knows but he is too and even then, he’s…” Jesse took a step forward and then stopped. He put his hands up, “David, David. Listen to me, Dave. I won’t tell anyone. Don’t you worry. I understand.” David nervously smiled, “I…thank you. I don’t think I’m ready to let anyone …everyone know.” Jesse shrugged, “I’ve been there myself. Even in my year. I can’t push you to tell anyone because I almost didn’t myself. Tell anyone that is. It’s okay. You might be happy the way you are without telling anyone. But all in your own time, you might want to. It’s your choice, not mine, not Jeremy’s.” “Okay,” David force-smiled. “So, uhm, I’ll meet you back at the kitchen area, you know where it is?” “Yeah, you told us earlier remember?” “Can’t say I remember even my own name right now.” David said, “Is it… are you?” “What?” “Is it always like that?” Jesse smiled, dropped the towel again, and shrugged and showed his beautiful and natural straight teeth, “Yeah. I mean nawh. It’s even better and better. ” “It…It’s just sex though,” David’s eyes didn’t meet Jesse’s. “No, David, it’s not.” Jesse smiled but less so. He was serious now. ” David. It might be for other people. But for me and the Doctor and Jeremy and a few others we’ve known. It’s not just sex. I connected with you, David. You felt it. I…I know we just met but David, I love you. I do.” “You…you’re just saying that,” David looked down and then up at Jesse. Jesse shook his head, negative. “No, David. I do. I don’t have sex with…oh, hell, I do but really I do love most of the guys I have sex with…” David smiled, “I’ll meet you downstairs…” This time he made eye contact. “Okay,” Jesse smiled. After David left….and the boy, bravely Jesse thought, left the door open, Jesse snuck in and found more of David’s clothing. David was singing as he showered…and like Jesse, he kept the door open. Jesse, loving all music, recognized the song as a Momma and Poppa’s song. “You oughtta know by now, you oughta know by now…I saw him again last night. I knew that I would… ” David played with the lyrics a bit. Jesse thought that was cool. He did the same thing from time to time and planet to planet. Jesse found a really cool purple long sleeve, that had some tie dyed logo on it, something that looked almost hand made and it had peace signs on the shoulders and a big one on the front. He found a blue-gray jacket that had a collar. Even though it was hot, he thought this would look cool when they had the party later on. It too had peace signs on the shoulders and hanging fringe. He skipped the flares and found faded jeans. “David, you are SO the bomb.” He smirked at the price of a magazine, the title of which read MECHANO MAGAZINE…for 35 cents. He went down to the main corridor that hovered over Collinwood’s great foyer. He had to almost pry open the door, shaking the wall with his strength. When he opened the door, he jumped back. Amid the brilliant summertime sunlight that shone through the stained glass windows, glaring and all, was a white haired man. His hair was short, very short and he had a neat shaven face. The man had piercing blue eyes and a sardonic face. He was not smiling. He wore a neat formal suit, with slight lines running up and down on it as part of the make of the suit. He had a tie on and a jacket. Jesse noticed the man smile now. “I’m sorry…” “Hello. You must be one of the many guests that my sister and son insist on living here at the moment.” The man said is as if he didn’t approve but also found it quite amusing. Jesse couldn’t help but also notice the man held, in his left hand, a large Cherrie glass, filled to the brim. “Isn’t it a bit early for…sister? Oh, so David’s aunt Elizabeth is your sister?” “Big sister to be exact.” “Oh, so, you…you’re…” Jesse pointed. He noted the man’s hair was combed so as to make the most of what little was left. Still, he thought in his day this man was quite a good looking one. He must have been about 53 or so, Jesse surmised. “Yes, I’m David’s father, Roger.” He shook Jesse’s outstretched hand even though Jesse had it out in a pointing finger. “You’ve already met my son, I take it.” Jesse looked back behind him and turned back. He wondered how much Roger Collins knew about David and the meeting they had just had. “Yes, he’s a nice guy.” “He’s more than a nice guy, I’d say. Allowing all of you to stay here.” “Yes, he is a nice guy. And more.” Roger smiled, “Yes, I’m just being my old difficult self. When I was…” Jesse put his eyebrows up. “…patriarch of this family…” “Aren’t you still?” Roger chuckled, “Touche. It often doesn’t feel like it. Kitten …” “Kitten? You have a cat?” “That’s my pet name for my niece Carolyn…Kitten, she and Liz and David now run things better than I ever could.” “Don’t you still?” “Maybe from behind the scenes. I never much cared for it, the fishing business. Not really. Maybe that’s why I got myself into so much trouble all the time.” Jesse laughed, “I’m the same way.” “Probably why I married David’s horrible mother Laura and later another horrid woman named Cassandra.” Roger took a sip of his Cherrie. “The thought of those two women…I’ll need a refill rather soon…” Jesse laughed louder. “You’re a funny man. I can see where David gets his sense of humor.” “I’m funny now. Wasn’t in my day. Was a bit too serious. I’m proud of him, the little monster, you know.” “David? You shouldn’t call him a little monster.” “Oh, it’s meant in affection. He tried to kill me once…not that I blame him. But seriously, I am proud of him.” “You should be. I mean we’ve only just met and already I can tell he’s got it together…” He wanted to add mostly but he wouldn’t let anything slip as to David’s being a homosexual. He had taken to heart Jeremy’s comments about this being a less enlightened era than 2007’s. And his promise to David. ” Would you be proud of him if…” “If what?” “Well, does he know you’re proud of him? Have you told him?” “You can tell him for me.” Jesse shrugged, “Why?” “Because I am.” “No, I meant why don’t you tell him?” Roger took another sip and diverted his eyes. “Never been one for mushy words. Oh, I know now they’re needed. I wish I had when David was growing up.” “It’s never too late.” “No, it’s not. But tell him for me just the same.” Jesse put a hand on Roger’s elbow. “I will. Would you be proud of him no matter what, Mister Collins?” He put his other hand on the other elbow, now, for effect. “You can call me Roger. And yes, yes, I would.” “You’re a good man, Sir. I should get going. I didn’t really eat dinner, despite David giving me some. I mean leaving me some.” “So I heard. Been leaving deposits.” He knows, Jesse thought. “Huh?” “Those damned carts all over the hallways for the guests and all that.” “Ohhh,” Jesse relaxed. “Anyway, he left me something but I didn’t get to eat it…eat it all. And I’m starved and have to get something to eat.” “Don’t let that old Mrs. Johnson make you anything. Her son Harry, now that boy can cook. But she?” “I hear she makes great mayonnaise, though.” Roger smiled, “I hear you do, too.” “What?” Jesse asked. “Oh, nothing.” Roger said. “I should find my friend, Jeremy first.” “I should think he’ll be along any moment now.” “You’ve seen him?” Jesse asked. “Yes,” Roger said, “When he first came here with you and David. My niece called the police on those ruffians. The lot of them nilüfer escort should go to hell.” “Now, now. They weren’t meant for hell…” “Lots of things and people in this house were meant for hell…” Roger eased up, “See. Serious about most things. Perhaps you’re right. Hell is meant for only those who are the most evil…and even then…if their millennia of punishment makes them…” “Are you a religious man, Mister Coll…Roger?” Roger smiled, “I am now. Became that way. Had to. This house…one must find ways of coping against the myriad of monsters and demons that parade through and around it.” Jesse smiled, “I’m sure it’s not that bad!” “Jesse!” “Oh, that’s my friend, I’ve got to go to him, he sounds in a state…” Jesse turned to the doorway back toward the bedrooms. Roger held Jesse’s arm tight. Jesse started up at the taller man. “Before you go to him, tell my son that I love him, I’m proud of him and honored by him. And…and I want him to be happy no matter who he is with.” Jesse was let loose, “I will, sir. I think he’ll be glad to hear that.” He does know, Jesse thought as Jeremy yelled for him again.. “Go on.” Roger smiled. “Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you, too.” Jesse ran through the doors to Jeremy, who collided with him. Jeremy fell on top of him. They both breathed heavy on each other. “You are very heavy.” “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother,” David said as he emerged from his bedroom and ran over to them. “Jesse,” Jeremy puffed, “This house. It’s full of monsters and demons and… ghosts…” David sighed and put his hands on Jeremy’s left arm, “Need a hand up?” “Wait a moment, won’t you?” Jesse felt his dick under Jeremy growing. Jeremy was still wearing his or rather David’s small t-shirt. The shirt rode up and Jeremy’s dick and balls were exposed and the dick was sticking between Jesse’s pant legs. Jeremy kissed Jesse’s lips, “I’m so glad I got out…” he said when lips parted. “I found a few secret passageways. One came out just inside Vicky’s old room. Carolyn was a bit startled when I came out in her room but she went back to sleep. I just told her I lost my way …I’m not sure she believed me…” David, looking under Jeremy’s shirt to see his up his back from his ass and balls, frowned, “Cousin Carolyn’s used to having people lie to her about this house….” “I didn’t want to scare her.” “She doesn’t’ t scare easily. Been through a lot.” Jesse turned Jeremy to his side and then stood up. David and he pulled on each of Jeremy’s arms, Jesse taking the right arm. Jesse nodded, “Why does everyone keep saying that about this house and family?” “Like who?” “Like,” Jesse brushed Jeremy off, front first and then patted him across his posterior. He then slide his hand up and down Jeremy’s back and buttocks. ” Like…your father for a start.” “My…father?” “Yes, he’s a really nice man. He said he was proud of you and honored.” “He did?” “Yes.” Jesse said, emphatically. “I know he said he never said it before but I think he really, truly is.” “Can we get back to my ghosts?” Jeremy said, “I saw ghosts.” David ignored Jeremy….which wasn’t easy to do ever and especially at the moment when he was practically nude. “And you saw him and spoke to him?” “Yeah. I think he might even be all right with…ya know…” “He said it. He finally said it.” “Did you actually see him?” Jesse was getting annoyed now. “Yes, why is that so strange?” “Jesse,” David turned to him, “My father died over two years ago.” “Wha? No, I just spoke to him. He was drinking Cherrie at the top of the steps in the great…” “Jesse,” David said, “He had a heart attack…in the woods. Many think there was foul play from that ex wife of Cassandra. Of course, not many of the family know what I do. That that evil bitch was really a witch..” “Dead?” Jesse said and moved toward the foyer landing door, “He’s right… dead, are you sure?” “I’m sure.” Jeremy said, “I saw a whole bunch of ghosts last night, got trapped in a room with moving dummies…” Jesse put his hand up. Jeremy was so prattling on like the Doctor now. He blinked. “The Doc’s always gone on about not believing in ghosts…” Jeremy sided up to Jesse and whispered in his ear, “He didn’t believe in God either…until recently…” “When I first saw him. I thought, I thought maybe he was the Doctor.” Jesse whispered. “Jer, what are we gonna do if he’s regenerated into an older body and an older man…?” “Let’s worry about that…” Jeremy looked at him, “Jesse, you really don’ t think that matters to me, do you?” Jesse shrugged, “I guess it doesn’t. But it might to…” David looked at Jesse, “What else did he say?” “Uhm. He was proud of you, honored by you and that he…” Jesse looked at Jeremy and back into David’s eyes, “He wanted you to be happy, no matter who you were with…David…” Jesse put his hands on David’s shoulders, “I think he knows. Or knew before he died or suspected. Or knows now that he’s a ghost that…” “I guess he did, does,” David said. Jeremy sighed. “You guys are both rattling on like the Doctor…can we get something to eat?” he moved to the foyer and started to go down the steps in the great foyer area. Jesse and David ran to him. “You might wanna get dressed first,” David whispered. “Oh yeah,” Jeremy sheepishly smiled at him. “Be right back. I”ll hurry, I’ m starved.” “At least you had something to eat.” Jesse said. David smiled diverted his eyes. “You did, too.” “You’re a funny kid,” Jesse said. “I’m older than you,” David thought. “Wow, a ghost from the past,” Jesse nodded, “The recent past…but the past all the same…” David put a hand on Jesse’s back, “Don’t let it get to you. That kind of stuff happens a great deal at Collinwood, not to worry about it.” Jesse shrugged again. “I..I’m not. It was just that he was so real. I touched him and everything.” David raised his eyebrows. Jesse quickly realized how that sounded and just as quickly added, “On the elbows.” David raised his eyebrows even more. “It was purely platonic.” Jesse sweated and it wasn’t just the hot summer last day of June or the shirt or the jacket. “We shook hands.” David laughed. He elbowed Jesse in the ribs lightly. “I’m just joshing ya.” “Joshing, right,” Jesse relaxed. For a moment, his eyes glazed over and he was deep in thought. Jeremy returned, dressed. He wore a green shirt with black trim on the sides, arms, and bottom. The bottom was slightly too short for him and revealed a bit of his flat but muscled belly. David was a bit shorter than he was. He also wore black bell bottoms, very tight in the crotch. Jeremy noticed Jesse’s far away look and detected the worry and sadness, ” We WILL get him back.” Jesse sighed, “Whaa? What? Oh, uh, yeah. I …” “We will find the Doctor,” Jeremy insisted and put his arms around Jesse’ s neck and shoulders. “We will.” “IF he’s here,” Jesse said, “If he’s here.” “If he’s not or if he is,” Jeremy stated, “Somehow, some way, we will.” “I dunno,” Jesse nodded, “That rift…it looked…the TARDIS…” “Don’t think about it,” Jeremy said, “If he’s dead, I’d…” He looked at Jesse who had his bright blond eyebrows up, questioning. Jeremy continued by correcting his mistake, “…we’d BOTH know it. We’d feel it.” “Later this afternoon, toward like five or so, my aunt will have the party. You can check out all the people there,” David said, “One of the guys might be this Doctor friend of your’s…” He nodded and they followed him down the great staircase to the foyer and through a large arched and spacious hallway. As they walked, Jesse gasped. The horror of what he gasped at made him stop. He was near a suit of armor, “I…” Jeremy grabbed Jesse’s chest, “What? What is it?” “I just…it’s too horrible to even contemplate…” “What?” Jeremy gasped now. David turned, “What’s wrong?” “David said check out one of the …the guys…” Jeremy frowned and let Jesse go. “Are just being goofy again? Stop it.” “No, no. No, what, ahh, what if, the Doctor’s regenerated into…I can’t even say it…” Jeremy shook his head, “Say it!” “A woman! A girl!?” Jeremy just wondered. “C’mon, let’s get something to eat. We’re gonna need our strength for later…” They had no sooner started to walk again when Jesse gasped again. Jeremy jumped, startled, “What is it now?” “Those pants, they…they’re bell bottoms!” Jeremy playfully slapped him on the back of his blond head. “Goofy!” David was not really getting the joke, “They’re the in thing and…I don’t…” Jesse whispered to Jeremy, “They’re so gay…” They walked into a large breakfast, dining area. “Whoa.” Jesse echoed that, “Yeah…” To the far side was a curved section of the ceiling that curved into the side of the wall and it sported a glass window that ran almost the full length of the kitchen/dining area. It was sectioned off by panes but beyond they could see the beach…as well as a myriad of trees that almost blocked it out with their outstretched branches, like hands reaching to block a nice view or strive for attention. The trees this time of year were sporting lively greens and browns and yellows…even orange colors left over from spring. Jeremy imagined that in winter the trees would be bare and seem like some monster from POLTERGEIST, a living entity all together. With gnarled fingers reaching…and Collinwood, the whole area in deep snow and under gray skies…he shook himself out of it but the wind would howl and it would seem cozy snuggled in this great eerie mansion. Jeremy was optimistic and nothing in this old dark shadowy house would bring him down. They sat down and Mrs. Johnson came out, “Hello, boys, ” she said, raising an eyebrow, suspiciously. “I’m Mrs. Johnson…” “Jesse, Jeremy,” David pointed. They nodded at her and smiled. “We’ve heard a lot about you.” Jesse said, waving. “I’m sure,” Mrs Johnson curled her lip, “Breakfast will be ready momentarily. The cook is happy to finally be serving some more people…” She wanted to say something but hesitated. She was an older woman of maybe 55 years of age, her hair tied back unattractively. She had a lived in face, worn and haggard, yet something there was something alluring about it. She wore an old fashioned style dress, befitting a türbanlı escort cleaning lady but from what David told Jesse and Jeremy about her, the boys had the feeling she was more like a member of the family than an employee. “Well, I have some work to attend to before the evening get together…nice meeting you… boys…” They sniggered as she left. “She kinda knows,” Jesse said. This made David stop laughing. “Knows? About…?” “I get the feeling she’s been around gay boys before,” Jesse nodded. As the food arrived, they stopped the chat and the servants nodded and left. “Wow,” Jeremy dug into pancakes and bacon. Jesse began to eat oatmeal. “This is great.” “Her son Harry,” David said, absentmindedly, “I think he might be…you know …” He flipped his wrist down to indicate gay. The flip wrist thing was so strange a motion to the other two, they weren’t sure what it was supposed to mean. Then they caught the reference. They nodded. They ate the rest of breakfast in an almost silence. Occasionally, they would chat about the weather, the upcoming firework shipping show, or the party of this evening. Then Jeremy thought of something, “Tell me more about your cousin Barnabus and where he lives…” “Okay,” David shrugged, finishing his breakfast. “He lives in the Old House …that’s even closer to Widow’s Hill then we are here at Collinwood. As far as we know, the family lived there until 1796 when this house was built. There are other dates though…like I said, time changes sometimes…” David laughed at that. Jesse bit some more cherries, “Don’t we know it…” “Well, anyway…” Quentin Collins, the man from the portrait Jeremy saw earlier that morning, walked through the summer woods toward the Old House. He marched up past the huge rounded columns, too numerous to count. He made his way past them to the doors and didn’t bother to knock. He opened them. He moved past a huge wooden staircase toward the more warming room of the den or reading room. There, Barnabus Collins, craggy faced, lived in look on his visage, rose from his red velvet high backed chair. He put down a book he was reading, the Life And Death of Dr. Frankenstein. “Light reading, Barnabus?” “Quentin. This is a welcome surprise…would you like some breakfast. I’m sure Julia could…” “Is Julia or Willie awake?” “Willie? Why?” Barnabus was wearing his red informal jacket which he only wore when relaxing. It still looked formal. “My painting’s missing, that’s why.” “Oh no, missing?” Barnabus asked, “Where did it go?” Quentin paced, “If I knew that…it wouldn’t be missing, would it?” Barnabus paced after Quentin and put his hand on his cousin three times removed or something’s shoulder, “Quentin, we’ll find it.” “Will we?” Quentin asked, “I know it’s been relatively quiet since…since you and Julia returned from the Far East but…I don’t know. I feel something…” He turned to look at Barnabus’s silence. “What? You feel it, too?” “All that. Roger finding out about me, Angelique’s murder of him, finding Adam in the Far East, leaving here with Julia and Willie…the fever that almost killed both Adam and Julia, my marriage to Julia in Singapore, that Far East doctor Serizawa, who helped us find a cure for my vampiri…I don’t even dare say the full word.” “I told you, you both should never have come back here.” “David needed me. Needed us. You, me, Julia, and Willie. We couldn’t abandon him and Carolyn.” “Carolyn could take care of herself. And as for David…even though for a time he was lost in that plane crash, he survived and managed. He’s back here now and he’s growing into a fine young man.” “But Roger…” “I know you feel responsible. Angelique’s repented, Barnabus…” “How convenient for her.” “She’s left you alone for a few years.” “But you said something’s wrong…” Barnabus said, “And I smell her hand in this.” “What’s happened?” “Last night, Willie saw Josette again…” “Josette!” Quentin gasped but dare not say the name too loud. “Yes.” “But you haven’t seen her since…well, since that Leviathan thing…” “Yes. And not just Josette but Sarah as well…” “Your sister?” “In her little girl form, yes. I haven’t seen her since my return here. She’ s forgiven me. But they lead Willie to the main house…a boy there…” “Yes, I know there’s many people staying there just now. Which doesn’t suit me fine by the way…” “This boy was lost in the hallways. Trapped. The ghosts led Willie there. Willie was able to open the trap door panels without being spotted but…the boy might have been in your room…” “That’s it…” Quentin’s voice grew loud and he turned to leave. Barnabus turned, “Quentin, wait! What are you going to do?!” “I can’t. You know what will happen when the moon turns full!” Quentin opened the doors and moved down the outside steps. Barnabus followed, “July 11th! That gives us around less than two weeks to find the painting. If you go storming at this kid, he and others will get suspicious.” “I don’t care about suspicious…!” “But!” Barnabus stepped into the sunlight. Something he did on a regular basis these days. He enjoyed it. Even now. Suddenly, his skin started to flame up. He yelled. “Quentin!” “Barnabus!” Quentin ran to him and pushed him back into the shade of the giant overhanging cement that the columns held up. He smacked the flame out with his own hands as he pushed Barnabus back through the open doors and let go of Barnabus’s arms only to shut them behind him. He ran to the curtains, closed them, “Willie! Julia!” Quentin ran to Barnabus, “Are you all right?” Barnabus winced. “NO!” As he winced, Quentin could see Barnabus’s teeth. The fangs grew before his eyes. “Oh no!” Quentin said, “It’s worse than even we thought!” “Quentin, the coffin, I’ve kept it. I’ve got to get to it!” Quentin took Barnabus by the arms and ushered him along. Julia ran from the kitchen area while Willie ran from upstairs. He had a hammer in his hand. “I knew it! I knew it by the tone of your call, Mister Quentin!” “Just help me get him downstairs! Julia, you have the cure, get some of it!” Julia was pale, “Yes. Yes, I …I will!” Later, downstairs in a stone cold cellar, Julia watched as Willie and Quentin put Barnabus into his coffin. Julia had an empty syringe and was toying with it nervously. She flipped it over and over between her wrinkled hands. ” Useless. Useless.” “Julia, will you please stop saying that,” Quentin repeated. “The cure doesn’t work for the moment.” Willie hovered nearby, “But why? Why don’t it? Does it have anything to do with Josette and Sarah returning…” “Josette. Willie, you saw Josette?” “And Sarah too.” “It is worse than we thought,” Julia said and then began to moan and whine, “Oh Barnnnnnnnabusssssss…” “What are we gonna do, Quentin?” Willie asked. “You two stay here and be careful,” Quentin said, “We don’t know exactly what state he’s in. I’m going to do something…that’s for sure…” he ran up the steps from the cellar. It wouldn’t take long to get to the main house. According to Barnabus, July 11th was the next full moon. That gave them about 12 days to find the portrait. If it was not in his possession, he would change into the werewolf… The boys had finished eating and David brought the other two to a large billiards room. David went to a table ping pong set up, “Fancy a game?” Jesse nodded, “Yeah, sure.” He took off David’s stylish sun glasses and put them down on a couch as sunlight filtered into the room via the large overhead skylights. “Jeremy, you can play winner,” David said. “Maybe later,” Jeremy nodded, “I want to get a look around again, maybe I can meet some of the guests before the party.” “I’ll go with you,” Jesse started. “No, no. You play with David…again,” Jeremy smiled and winked at them both. “Besides, I want to change these pants. No offense, David, I like em’ but they’re a bit too tight for me.” David smiled and offered, “I think you look great in em.” Jesse laughed. “See ya later…” “Okay, are you sure you don’t want me to cum?” “I do but later,” Jeremy joked and left the room. David hit the little ping pong ball. Jesse hit it back to him. “He should have let me go with him…” “He’ll be right back…” David returned the hit. Jesse nodded, “Still, I dunno…” Jeremy went up to the room, opened the door and into the room. He left the door open and moved to the dresser, the drawers of which were filled with David ‘s clothing. David’s adjoining room door was still open. It had been left open from the night before and this morning. Suddenly, it slammed shut, causing Jeremy to startled again. He jumped. As he recovered, thinking—one tends to get startled a great deal in this house—he turned. Quentin Collins, the man from the painting he found, was there in the flesh. Jeremy looked into his eyes. “Who?” “My name’s not important. I see you’ve been snooping around David’s room as well!” “No,” Jeremy took a step forward, “You’ve got it wrong, it’s not like that, see it’s…” “Don’t move!” Quentin held a razor thin rapier. He held it at Jeremy’s throat. “I took this from downstairs, it was on the wall…” “I remember seeing it,” Jeremy looked at Quentin only, not at the rapier. His eyes began to tear a bit and he was not sure it was from being threatened or from the musty house. “Observant little bugger, aren’t you!” He moved the point from Jeremy’s throat to the bottom of the shirt, which he then moved up with the point to reveal more of Jeremy’s hot, muscled belly. He put the point into Jeremy’s belly button, “Let’s see what you’ve got under there, shall we? I guess a certain portrait of mine can’t be under there, not enough room…” Feeling the shirt rub upward and the point nub his navel, Jeremy looked down at his impending doom. It kind of made him feel hot. He felt his dick rise up under his shirt and almost out of his tight pants. The tight pants were making his dickhead push up to the button that held the pants closed. This made him feel great and he felt wet as well. He was about to burst. Jeremy thought it was the tradition of most of Collins family to do what Quentin did next. Quentin kept talking, “…okay, let me get to the real point…if you don’t re turn my painting to me and tell me what you’ve done to hurt Barnabus…I’m going to run this right through your belly….NOW!” Jeremy could feel the point sting a bit into his navel…he looked up at Quentin…who moved his hand and arm inward! DOCTOR WHO STING MUSIC into DARK SHADOWS long end theme TBC…

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