esme-is-in sent:Smiling her most alluring of smiles, Esme scanned the strange creature that stood before her, from head to toe with her dark eyes. "Esme Gigi Geniveve Squalor," she said, extending a hand.
Barnabas took her hand and shook it, his lips curled into a smile. “Pleasure to meet you, madam. I am Barnabas Collins,” he announced.
Mindy was curious as to why the man hadn’t left her by now. Most people who had ever been in Barnabas’s situation,would have ran away screaming when they found out more about the vigilante. Let alone, been asked to hide a body. Mindy wasn’t sure if the pale man who stood behind her was extremely brave for an unaware passerby or just stupid. When he refused the weaponry for self defense, she started to lean over to the ‘just stupid’ side. “Fine.” Mindy put the gun and knife back into her belt. “You can use your gay ass wolf cane if that’ll make you satisfied.”
They began to walk to the outside of town, staying in dark alleys as Mindy instructed. Barnabas hobbled along with the dead corpse who was bleeding, heavily. The corpse began to slowly dangle off of Barnabas’s back to which Mindy hissed, “Watch it, asshole.” She stepped behind and placed the dead body up more over his shoulder, getting blood all over her gloves and some onto her purple jacket. “I’m used to it.” She shrugged, looking down at the sticky blood.
Barnabas walked alongside Hit Girl in silence for a few minutes, until she finally spoke again and pushed the body higher up on his shoulder. “Hm? Oh, yes, am am I,” he muttered, casting a glance over at her. When they reached the dead end of an alley, he let the body drop onto the ground. It rolled into a puddle, causing a little splash. Barnabas wiped his hands off on his coat and frowned. Such a waste. The man would have been quite a good meal, if only she was not around.
The thought of a child being responsible for all this murder made him feel woozy, which is why he was helping her hide the body. He thought this ‘Big Daddy’, the man who encouraged her to go out and kill, was a very unfit father. Barnabas pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to Hit Girl, so she could clean the blood of her hands, then looked down at the dead man on the ground. “Do you think they shall notice he is missing?” When Barnabas killed he always tried to go after people who he thought probably wouldn’t be missed, but he had no idea who this man was.
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coraline-notcaroline-jones sent:"So.... you're a vampire, right?" Coraline said with a sly look, crossing her arms. "I know a lot about vampires. How old are ya'?"
Barnabas glanced in the direction of the girl and raised an eyebrow. “Do you? Why would a young lady such as yourself be educated about such legends?” He replied. “I am, ah, much older than I look… Or so I have been told.”
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Olaf smiled and extended a hand to shake.
“Count Olaf.” He replied. “How do you do?”
Barnabas reached out and shook Count Olaf’s hand, doing his best to hide his long, yellowish claws. “Barna-” He hesitated and decided to give himself a title as well. “Lord Barnabas Collins.” Usually, he would not address himself so formally. He smiled faintly. “Wonderfully, thank you. And yourself?”
“Just curious, Barnabas. You can’t blame a girl for being slightly curious, now can you?” Selina moved and got inches from his face. “Tell me how old you are.” She whispered her lips barely touching his. It was a tactic that she had been coming more aware of when she wanted something. Tease and then tease some more. Grinning she pressed her body to his and smiled. “Tell me.”
Her tactics almost worked. It left Barnabas flustered for a few moments. He came to the conclusion that she most certainly must be a woman of the night. It would explain the peculiar choice of clothing. He placed his hands on her waist and gently pushed her back. “How old do you believe I am?”He smirked and brought his hands back down to his sides. “Madam, I shall tell you… The moment you tell me your real name.”
Mindy frowned. “I’ll kill more fuckers if I have to. I don’t take orders, unless it’s from Big Daddy.” She walked up to Barnabas with confidence and looked him in the eyes, her’s barely see able through her black mask. “You listen to me. The cops aren’t smart around here. But they still do nighttime searches for crime, if they shine their shitty lights and find us holding a body, we’re screwed.” Mindy reached into her belt and pulled out a shotgun and knife. “I’m in charge. Now shut the hell up and choose your weapon.” She commanded and held both objects out to him.
“We can’t burn the body here. It would be too noticeable and the flames would be suspicious. We’ll have to walk a bit away from the town to burn it.” She began walking into the distance and looked behind her at the man who was still standing. “Well? Hurry the fuck up.”
Barnabas still couldn’t get past how much Hit Girl sounded and looked like Carolyn, but there was absolutely no way it could be her. As rebellious as she was, she would never dare to speak that way, especially in front of Barnabas, and would never ever kill someone. Unless, perhaps, it was in self defense. Not that Barnabas would let someone hurt her in the first place. If Hit Girl did not so closely resemble Carolyn, Barnabas most likely would have left a long while ago, but he felt bad for her. No one and especially not a little girl, should have to do what Hit Girl does everyday. It wasn’t fair of her father to let her do this. It was very dangerous and even though she was clearly very tough and strong, she could easily hurt herself. It only took one simple mistake or miscalculation. He wanted to help her in someway.
The corner of his lips lifted into a faint, amused smile when she commanded him to choice a weapon. “I shall not be needing that, dear. Believe me.” His smile quickly faded once he realized that he would have to be carrying the body. Usually he would just get Willie to do this, but Willie was all the way back at the manor right now. He let out a sigh and quickly threw the man over his shoulder. Blood dripped down his long, dark coat. It would be blood stained, but that would not exactly be out of the ordinary. He quickly followed after her, as he desperately tried to ignore all the blood and the fact that he was taking orders from a child.
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Lily listened intently to Barnabas as he spoke to her. Oh, he had a werewolf in his family too! How lovely! Though, she wondered for a moment if this werewolf was cursed into being as he was. The more she heard about this witch, the less she liked her. Who did she think she was to go around cursing people with things that ought not to be curses? Oh, it was angering indeed! Especially since Barnabas seemed like such a kind man. She was certain if he had come into being a vampire more naturally that he would understand that it’s not a curse. It was just about as normal as anything.
Her eyes fell on the same beaker that Barnabas’ had. She peered closer at it and saw that it was some kind of powdery magenta colored substance. She scrunched her face at it and shook her head. Oh, Grandpa! She turned back to Barnabas, glad to see him smile even if it was a small one. Her own lips pulled into a reassuring grin at him as she kept one of her hands held up near her face, her fingers absently moving and curling against her palm.
“Oh,” she waved her fingers at him. “No need to thank me, Mr. Collins. I’m just trying to help you out, dear. As for Grandpa? Well,” she turned to look at the beakers again, her eyes narrowing on the substances they held before she turned back to Barnabas, smiling. “He can really mess things up sometimes, sure, but you’d be surprised at some of the things he can do. Surely you’ll allow me to at least speak with him to see if he has any ideas. Oh, and perhaps if you’d like that is, I can see about him getting something to help you with your appetite problem.”
A small bit of laughter emitted from her as her eyes remained on his. “No, dear, I mean he was made. With a part from here and piece from there. His ears aren’t even a matching set, you know, but only the family can tell. Oh, but he’s so handsome…” she trailed off for a second before an idea popped into her head and she looked excitedly at Barnabas. She held the fabric of her skirt in one hand as she kept the other up near her face and moved for the stairs that led up from the dungeon. She turned back to face him, smiling, and motioned for him to follow along. “Won’t you come back upstairs with me, Mr. Collins? I’ll show you the loveliest family photo we had done a few years back. Then I can show you the rest of the house, if you’d like.”
She moved with haste, holding to her skirt now with both of her hands as she made her way up the stairs. Once she was standing in the living room again, she bent down to grab the hatch to the dungeon, her long hair cascading down over her shoulder in front of her. Once Barnabas was upstairs, she closed the hatch and moved the rug back over it. She smiled at him, her hands both up near her face and her fingers moving and pointing as she talked. “I’ll just be a moment, dear. That photo is right over here.”
She moved over towards the old fireplace and bent to pick the photo up out of the old basket she kept there. She smiled at the picture, remembering when they had won the contest and gotten the picture taken. She frowned only for a brief moment when she thought the picture could have done with a little more dust, but the smile came back quickly as she decided it would have to do. She glided back over to him and handed him the picture, grinning at him.
“Here you are, dear.”
“Oh, yes. By all means, speak with him. It would be delightful if he had anything to help with my… Appetite problem.” Barnabas had never tried very much to help his appetite problem. He met a fellow vampire before and she had these things called blood fruits. He tried one and they worked surprisingly well. The issue is that they were nonexistent where he lives. Besides that, he never really tried any alternatives. He has noticed strange little things though. For instance, he tended to crave blood more often if he was upset or angry than when he’s happy and kept busy. Also, the older he gets, the less he needs.
Barnabas’ eyes narrowed as he attempted to smile weakly. So, that is what she meant. But… How is that possible? He tried to picture in his mind what this man might look like. I mean he was made. With a part from here and piece from there… Where, he wondered, were these parts gathered from? Other people, obviously, but were they already dead? Or perhaps they were killed specifically? He was still pondering this when Lily said that she would show him a family photo and then offered to show him the rest of the house. Oh, yes. He would definitely like to see this. Before he could say anything, Lily was already heading back up the stairs. He gave the dungeon and strange potions and beakers once last look before quickly following after her. He kept his hand on the railing as he hastily climbed the stairs.
Once he reached the top, he stepped out of the way so Lily could close the hatch up and cover it with the rug. He looked around again as she went to grab the family photo. Her house was very neat and tidy, it was quite dusty, but nevertheless, it was nice. His manor was rather dusty as well. Willie had a tendency to cut corners. Yes, the main areas were clean, but a lot was not. Barnabas understood that it was a lot for only one man to do, since Mrs. Johnson wasn’t much help, but he still believed that he was capable of more. If only he would not drink so often. In his time, it would never been allowed. Barnabas didn’t mind too much, but if his father were around, he wouldn’t tolerate it.
Barnabas smiled at Lily and she handed the photo to him. He looked down at it and was surprised at what he saw. There was a boy on the right. He must be somewhere around David’s age. Perhaps they would get along well. Behind the boy was an older man. Most likely not Lily’s husband, probably the one who was doing all the strange experiments in the dungeon. The man next to him must be her husband. Peculiar looking, certainly peculiar looking. He squinted his eyes and he held the photo closer to his face, to get a better look. Barnabas wasn’t even sure how to describe him. Lily has quite an interesting taste in men. In front of him and slightly to the right, was a blonde woman who Barnabas thought looked very pretty. She looked the most like someone who may live in Collinsport out of the group. The others did stand out a bit. Then next to her, was Lily, who Barnabas thought was pretty as well. She had a different sort of beauty to her.
“Such a lovely family you have,” Barnabas said. “You all look very happy.” He turned so he was beside Lily, so she could see the photo as well, and pointed to the boy on the right side of the photograph. “Is that young man your son?” He asked.
woetothe-republic sent:The little girl glared. "My name is Wednesday Addams. Do not be a coward and answer my question." She insisted in a monotonous voice.
“Wednesday Addams,” he repeated with a scowl. “Regrettably, yes, I am. Not that it is any of your concern, Miss… Addams.”
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Vicki took note of the faint smile that flickered across his face when he said that he had found his happiness. She thought instantly of Vicky. She was happy for him and happy for her as well. She was really beginning to have quite a fondness for Barnabas and Victoria Winters had quickly become her friend as well. She smiled at him, genuinely wishing he would be truly happy and wanting what was best for him.
She then nodded at him, still smiling. Her family was indeed growing. It would not be long until she and Bruce welcome their first child into the world. She was still on cloud nine about it. Despite everything that had ever happened, especially her most recent run-in with the Joker, she knew this baby was the beginning of something new for her and Bruce. This was their happily ever after and something they needed. The baby was not even born yet and she already loved in unconditionally and would do anything and everything to protect it. He family meant everything to her. Still, she hoped Barnabas was right that the Joker would leave them alone, but she knew as long as he was alive she was always at risk and so was Bruce. All she knew was she was do everything in her power to protect her unborn child and Toby from ever facing his madness and harm. She would rather face him a thousand more times that ever let her children face that.
Her eyes met with Barnabas’ as he spoke about peace winning every war. She couldn’t help how her grin grew wider at this. Oh, if only it were true. Then she couldn’t help the light laughter that came out of her when he talked about the hippies. Barnabas just kept growing on her more and more. She was truly glad she met him and hoped their friendship would continue to grow. Lord knows she needed as many friends as she could get in a world where it seemed like so many people were out to hurt her or kill her.
Leaning forward on the table and resting her elbow there and her face in the palm of her hand, she smiled at Barnabas. Her voice was soft. “Thank you, Barnabas. I hope you’re right. I hope he stays away for a while. Especially with the baby coming. And as for you? I’m very happy to hear that you have found your happiness. Keep her close and never let her go. She’s a very special woman and now that I think about it, you two are great together,” she paused for a moment, glancing down and placing one hand on her stomach, feeling more hungry than she had been before. “I know it may sound weird, but I care about you. I want to see you happy and you deserve that. And Victoria is a dear friend and I want to see her happy too. Any time you want to talk, I’m always here to listen, Barnabas. I have to know though, because I’m curious. Does Victoria know about you?”
Barnabas was pleased to see that he had seemed to cheer Vicki up. He wasn’t entirely sure what he had said, but he had even made her laugh. It must have been about the hippies. Vicki did not deserve everything the Joker had put her through, she deserved to be happy and live a somewhat normal life. Barnabas hoped that soon the Joker would eventually grow bored of tormenting Vicki and her family. Then she could live happily with Bruce, Toby and their baby. Unfortunately, as he knew from experience, certain people never got bored of such things…
Did he deserve to be happy? He wasn’t entirely sure. Why should he be happy when he causes so many people and their families despair by taking innocent lives? Sometimes, in spite of the fact that he absolutely hated that lurid box, he thought it may have been better if he was never freed. His manor and business might have been in ruins at this point, his family without much money, but more than a dozen people would still be alive. He didn’t want to be rude by saying this, so he nodded and said, “thank you. I wish to see you happy as well. I certain you will be, when your child is born.” Barnabas thought it was a little strange that she was expecting her first child before she was married, because this would never have been acceptable in his time. By the way Vicki was so casually discussing it, it must be perfectly normal in this age. Every time he discovered yet another difference, which happened very often, he found it very fascinating. Everything was much more relaxed now. People were not as judgmental and everyone had a lot more freedom to do what they wanted.
He was surprised that she was able to guess that it was Victoria that he was referring to, considering he had not talked about her too much. At least, he didn’t think so. Perhaps… She had mentioned him? It might be silly, but the thought made him smirk. “Yes, Vicki…” He began, sitting up straighter. He assumed that he knew her well enough now that it would be proper to call her by her first name. He hoped she could not think he was being rude. “I do intend to.” He felt like he had been given a second chance and he wasn’t about to make the same mistakes that he had before. The mistakes that had caused Josette’s death. ”She does know, yes. I told her not too long ago.” Barnabas had been meaning to tell Victoria for a long time, really, he had been. There never seemed to be a good time. Recently she had told him her biggest secret, that she saw ghosts. It would only be fair that he told her his. “Do not fear, she will be happy, I will make sure of it.” That was all that he really wanted. If she was happy, then he would be too.
“It is said that blood is thicker than water. It is what joins us, binds us… curses us. My name is Barnabas Collins, and my curse is finally broken.”
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Olaf eyed the strange, pale person standing before him, raising his one long eyebrow in perplexity and wondering why nobody had told him today was Halloween.
“Are you lost?” He asked.
Barnabas quickly looked around at his surroundings, which were foreign to him, and shook his head. “No.” He paused, not wanting to admit that he was indeed lost. He twirled his umbrella between his index finger and thumb. It wasn’t raining, and the purpose of the umbrella wasn’t for that. It was to block him from the sun, although it was quite gloomy here. “Certainly not, Mr…?” He let his voice trail off.
Barnabas looked down at the girl through narrowed eyes. “Who are you, Miss…?” He asked, completely avoiding her question.
