#barnabas collins imagines

[imyourbratzdoll]

When you have time is it ok to write this

Barnabas collins x demon reader

He thinks everything is going well after angelique then again recalling the time pre vampirism he was trying to summon a demon only to come after a century in the modern era . She isnt evil in some way more like sweet , cheeky and vibrant . Nothing benevolent

hello, honey! I hope you enjoy it!

summary - many centuries later, you finally appear after being summoned.

warning - mentions of killing someone, mentions of dying.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Hello?” Barnabas stares at the tiny woman standing before him, his brows furrowed as he’s confused. “Who are you? And what are you doing in my room?” As he moves closer, he stops as you disappear before spinning around and hearing a giggle coming behind him.

“Hi! I’m Y/n! You summoned me!” You bounce around, staring at the tall, pale man with a sweet smile. You giggle, skipping around him. “Did you need something, mista? Maybe a tan?”

Barnabas stares even more confused. “Summoned? I haven’t summoned anyone since….” He continues to stare until a lightbulb goes off. “You, you’re! Why has it taken so long?” He spins, growling slightly as you continue to skip around him. Thrusting a hand out, he stops you. “Also, a tan?” 

You nod, “Yes, a tan. Do you know what that is?” Your eyes move up and down his body, “Obviously, you don’t….” Your head tilts, “Did you say something else?” 

His eyes roll. “Yes, I summoned you when I was human, which was centuries ago…. So, why has it taken you so long to answer?” 

You shrug, “You seemed busy when I popped in. First, it was chasing a woman, then falling to your death and then taking a long nap… And when you finally woke, well… I wasn’t really in the mood until now!” You grin, waving your hands around as you speak. “So, what did you need?” 

Again, his eyes roll. “Well, it’s a bit too late now. I needed you to stop the witch that killed my loved one.” You let out a small whoops before skipping over to the window. “But, I’m glad to know my summoning worked.” 

“Well… Want me to kill someone now? I mean, I just got this pretty new dress, but I guess I do owe you?” You smile as the man stares at you, playing with the hem of your dress. 

“No… Not at this moment.”

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[ghsttk]

feast.

Scenario: Barnabas Collins, your beloved, tries to alleviate your period cramps.

Warnings: smut, period sex, oral sex (reader receiving), mentions of blood, p in v, unprotected sex, f! reader, I can't think of more...

Word count: 1.9k (I wish it was 666 god it would be so iconic)

🩸 Happy Halloween! This is part of my collab with my big li' sister @drugs-and-daddyissues! Visit this darling's profile to see more delicious halloween-themed posts.

It has been a difficult day for you, the second day of your period. You spent the whole day on your bed having cramps, you were tired of going to the bathroom, cleaning yourself, and returning to bed again. You felt like Gregor Samsa from Metamorphosis. But the worst thing was the pitiful eyes from your beloved, Barnabas Collins.

You weren’t dying, you tried to reassure him that, but your small whimpers and groans of pain didn’t help. You rolled from side to side, trying to get comfortable, but nothing seemed to work. In the late evening, Collins entered the room again, stoic.

"My most cherished one, hath the Dark Lord ceased his cruel afflictions upon your tender and sacred womb?" He questioned in his thick accent, staring down at you with emotionless eyes. You shook your head, pressing your wrists down your lower belly, trying to ease the pain. His expression softened as he sighed, he hated seeing you in distress. He approached you on the bed, a hand resting on your knee. “May your power rot in your own hands, Satan.” He hissed, cursing under his breath, but his eyes snapped back at you as you complained once more.

He watched you for a moment, trying to find a solution to your pain. You opened your arms at him, silently asking for a hug, that would at least comfort you. He obliged, used to physical affection since you've been together for half a year, crawling on the bed to approach you. But as he hovered over your stomach, staring into your eyes, he froze. You watched him with an eyebrow raised, confused. He looked down and sniffed soundly, making you chuckle at his sudden action.

He leaned down a bit, still sniffing — is he smelling the blood? As he found the source between your thighs, he looked back at your face, concerned. “My beloved lady, do you suffer any wounds upon your most sacred region?” He asked, eyes staring into your soul. Was he being serious? “Dearest, I've already told you, it's my period.” You shook your head, slightly amused by his reaction. Even though you and Barnabas have been together for a few months, like it was said before, he never witnessed your period before, which you thought was great, until what he did after having the acknowledgment of your period…

“Pray, do you bleed? Does such affliction bring you pain?” He placed his hands on your thighs, unconsciously caressing them as he waited for your answer. You chuckled again, why was he so innocent about these things? “No, love, the blood flow doesn’t cause me pain.” You reached down, your hand stroking his silky hair. He leaned down between your thighs and pressed his nose over your very covered pussy, inhaling the faint iron scent coming from there. He shuddered soundly in anticipation.

Another sting of pain came, making you wince. “Hush now, my beloved.” He kissed your thighs "I shall strive to alleviate your suffering, while I devour you.” He licked his fangs, a wicked grin on his pale lips. He tugged the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down in a heartbeat, even scratching your hips as he did it. You gasped in surprise, you had never seen him so eager before. He stared at your black panties after throwing your shorts away, his fingers reaching to touch the wings of your pad. You heard his voice mumbling something, probably cursing it for absorbing your blood before him. He slowly pulled your panties down, preparing himself for what was to come.

Barnabas shuddered at first sight of your bare pussy, glistening with arousal and smeared with blood, a sight that would disgust a human but make your vampiric lover's mouth water. “My god, this is heaven” He whispered before taking a long, strong lick from the bottom of your entrance to your clit, letting it linger there. He moaned against your folds, holding your thighs tightly to bury his face further. Your blood mixed with your arousal was a heady cocktail intoxicating him, addicting him, turning him feral. Your hands gripped the sheets, trying to steady yourself while your lover eagerly eats you out. He was loud, growling against your wetness, smearing your mixed fluids on his face, his nails digging into your thighs. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping tightly and burying his face even further between your legs, you didn't know he could make it feel this good.

“C-Calm down” You gasped, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, the sight of him fervently licking and sucking you. He didn’t answer, nor showed a sign that he heard you, he kept his pace, devouring you as if he was beyond starving. You shivered every time his tongue flicked on your sensitive clit, his fingers inching closer to touch you. He growled against your wet flesh, making gentle vibrations that made your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Barnabas, please!” You pleaded between moans, he opened his eyes and looked up at you without raising his head. He stared into your soul, you could see the hunger burning inside him, his breath hitting your sensitive flesh. “I can't contain myself” He licked between your slit “You're so, so luscious, dearest” He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking.

You threw your head backward, eyes shut. You tugged his hair tighter and he made a sound between a whimper and a groan. He swirled his tongue around your entrance, teasing before sliding inside. He stroked your inner walls with his tongue, sucking the small blood clots that escaped from your drooling hole, drinking and savoring your mixed fluids. Barnabas' pace didn't falter, actually it only increased. He started pumping his tongue in and out of you and his nose brushed and pressed hard against your clit, you've never been so stimulated in your entire life. His hands moved up and down your thighs, scratching them with his sharp nails, almost cutting your skin.

You cried out loudly, your legs starting to tremble. Barnabas went wild and pushed your knees against your chest, spreading you further. The wet sucking sounds began getting louder. Your inner walls clenched around his tongue, making him growl and double his efforts. Your chest grew heavy, your breath ragged, you were so, so close. He wasn't stupid,  he quickly noticed your body's responses to his mouth. His tongue pumped faster and harder inside of you, his lips brushing against your wet flesh, sucking. It didn't take long for you to melt in his mouth, it would be impossible to hold back for even a few seconds. Barnabas slowed down, giving you long slow licks, trying to be gentler so you could recover sooner, lapping the juices. He swallowed your delicious essence, savoring the sweetness mixed with metallic.

He looked up at you, stroking your legs. A few drops of blood rolled down his chin. “How are you feeling, dearest?” Barnabas whispered, looking into your shiny eyes. You nodded, still steadying your breathing, as if telling him you were better. He smiled, glad that he could help you. He moved up, his face now close to yours, his hips between your wobbly legs. He trailed kisses from your collarbone to your neck, jawline, and finally your cheeks. Your hands rested on his nape, your nails gently scratching his skin. The scent of your blood coming from his mouth was strong but somehow exciting. Barnabas ground between your thighs, his left hand holding your waist. “My goddess, my perfection…” He whispered, sighing dreamily. Barnabas continued to press endless kisses on your neck. “I need to be inside you, now.” He growled, leaning back to look into your eyes.

You looked back at him, weak under his gaze. It wouldn’t be the first time, so why not? With a nod of consent coming from you, he gently lifted your shirt. You shivered as the cold night air hit your sensitive skin, hardening your nipples. His eyes scanned every detail on your skin, every mole, every curve. He leaned down to lick one of your perky nipples, humming at the feeling of the sweet texture on his tongue. You arched your back against him, he answered the silent plea by wrapping his lips around your breast, sucking it to leave marks. He gave both your breasts equal attention since he loved your body as a whole, you were his religion.

“Please, Barnabas” You breathed in his ear, your fingers tightening on him. You were craving for him, the emptiness inside of you was like a depression only Barnabas could save you from. With his inhuman velocity, he took off his pants desperately, as if it were burning him. As soon as his painfully hard length brushed against your wetness, Barnabas released a feral growl. You bucked your hips forward, wanting more, needing him. With his hand, he helped his cock slide inside your warm pussy, your tightness enveloping him like a velvet glove. You gasped as his tip hit deep inside, just like he released a choked groan. “Mng~ so perfect,” He praised “so warm and wet. I could spend eternity inside of you, my darling” He breathed, starting to thrust. “And you know I would gladly do it.” Barnabas began to thrust faster, his hands gripping your waist so hard as if grounding himself on you. He kept grunting in your ear, sounding so feral as he chased his climax. He dove his head, kissing your neck, letting his fangs graze on your sensitive skin.

Your soft moans spurred him on, his hips moving faster and desperately. Your womb was sensitive, due to your period, but it wasn't an unpleasant pain. It was addictive, you were yearning for more, for all of him. “Barnabas..” You called him in a breathless moan, his sharp eyes quickly met yours. You only opened your mouth and he attacked your lips with a hungry kiss. The sinful sound of skin slapping against skin and his hard cock slipping inside of your soaked pussy were echoing through the room. It was a beautiful sinphony that only you and your beloved vampire could create.

Barnabas’ left hand moved to your belly, gently stroking it, a stark contrast between his caress and his fucking. He broke the kiss but kept his lips against yours, his eyes talking with yours. “My most cherished one, you’re a vision..” He finally broke the silence with a whisper. “I want you to be mine, forever.” He begged. It was hard to think straight when he was ruining your insides with his desperation. You thought he was talking about marriage, which you would entirely do. You would marry that man right there, with his dick claiming your uterus — and he would say yes as well.

The thought of him turning you into a vampire like him didn’t even cross your mind, so when Barnabas lowered his head and sank his fangs into your neck, you almost screamed. Barnabas couldn’t be happier with that since you were the one who freed him from the darkness, your mere presence was enough to make his suffering disappear, as if he were human again. The worst thing might be affecting you with some pain, but you would become like him. And to be his forever… filled his unbeaten heart with bliss, like living a dream.

You closed your eyes, accepting your eternal fate with your immortal man. When he was done, his climax arrived, painting your bloodied inner walls with his seed. Yours followed right behind, your body melting on the silk bed sheets. Panting, you looked at Barnabas with a new but familiar glint in your eyes. “Am I your wife now?” You asked, a smile slowly growing on his face.

“You’re my everything.” He answered.

a/n: sorry if it isn't enough.. Yes, it's already Halloween in Brazil so.. Happy Halloween! 💋

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[crusxs]

my favorite type of bra.

[widowshill]

[betyloca]

Imagine: being Barnabas's sister and being a vampire just like him.

• you would have known about his relationship with angelique

• you had warned her that she was a witch

• she would have turned you into a vampire so that they would lock you up with your brother

• waking up a century later and seeing that the world had changed would immediately come looking for you

• after freeing you and feeding you they would go together to collinwood

• When you discover that your lineage continues, you would be excited to know that there are new members to the family

• Barnabas would be happy to see how well you get along with David.

• You would realize his infatuation with Viki because of his resemblance to Jossete.

• he protects you from the sun and reminds you not to go out during the day

• That includes taking advantage of Angelique's witch.

[obsessive-clown]

Sitting here high as a kite imagining that monochrome, mute clown trying an edible and having his mind absolutely BLOWN that everything is suddenly x10 better.

Imagine him staring at a LAVA LAMP like Barnabas Collins did in the Dark Shadows movie with Johnny Depp in it.

(Oh my god imagine that as a fic lmao)

[cadaverousdecay]

hiiii leaf hi helloooo !!!!!! (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡ this is a free space to tell me about your favorite fictional characters from any type of media and/or where you would like to live if you could live anywhere. im bored and you always have interesting things to say <3 (no pressure 2 answer this. its just in case you feel like talking to someone)

hiiiiii nico!!!!! jumping up and down like a kitty cat <33333

well i really like the character spike from buffy the vampire slayer. looooove characters who were meant to show up for a few episodes then die, but instead became a fan favorite and got put on the show as a regular and end up as the most beloved character to a good portion of the audience (see also castiel supernatural and barnabas collins dark shadows)

[spoilers for buffy ahead]

but yeah spike is great, he came onto the show as this badass punk vampire who loves his vampire wife with the most gothic devotion imaginable. cuz at heart what motivates spike and always will is his passionate love. he is self described as “love’s bitch”

anyway, when the fan response gets back as being crazy abt this evil vampire character the creator of the show gets pretty upset cuz he has this thing about good and evil and vampires are supposed to represent evil and be metaphors for problems you face and not supposed to be sexy they already had one sexy vampire and that was more than enough etc etc etc. but he didnt kill spike off. he decided to bring him back to the show

but if he was gonna bring him back and the audience was going to like him, he was gonna have to ‘humanize’ him more. and so he comes back and hes cringefail<3 hes shed his hard shell a little and just becomes this pathetic little guy <3 he even has his traumatic past revealed <3 hes still an antagonist, but then he gets a chip in his head that makes him unable to hurt a living person. and so we have the wonderful arc of “not actually reformed or anything but he’s kinda on our side sometimes i guess?”

and in that time where he cant be his bad old self and is working with (sorta) the main gang, he develops feelings (his biggest weakness) for his mortal enemy, the slayer, buffy. he tries to push them down, then just. deals with them in the most fucked up ways. hes just a fucked up little guy who doesnt know how to deal with his fucked up feelings, hes just like me for real,,,, if tumblr existed when the show took place he would be reblogging “the enormity of my desire disgusts me” and cannibalism-as-a-metaphor-for-desire shit probably. anyway

vampires in the buffyverse dont have souls (there are some exceptions) but spike, even without one, decides to better himself for buffy. and eventually not even to be with her, but just for her. he protects her when she doesnt know it and he doesnt get anything out of it. he protects people she loves because he knows it would hurt her if they got hurt.

he may not be human but his humanity is astounding. anyway, there are definitely slip ups, and writing choices i dont really like, but eventually he decides to make himself something buffy could really love, he decides to go through the excruciating process of getting a soul

and he comes back with his soul suffering bouts of guilt-ridden male hysteria. love to see it. (hes also being haunted kinda) he delivers this one monologue in a church about his soul and guilt and forgiveness which ends with him embracing a cross that seers his flesh. most iconic scene, i memorized it also. for funsies.

then theres this whole sleeper agent murder thing and he thinks hes beyond saving but buffy wont give up on him and her faith in him helps him make it through. in the end, they have moments of reconciliation and spike never believes that she actually loves him but her caring for him at all is good enough

anyway. hes just a really fun guy. theres a lot to him. his characterization can be comedic, passionate, heart wrenching. he contains multitudes. he contains soooo many issues too, i want to study him under a microscope <3 but yeah. i love this weird little vampire from my shows

[cosmicjellies]

dark shadows update- finished 1795!

spoilers ig for this show from the 1960s// 

 took me a minute to get invested in the new set of characters but i did eventually get there. hate to be That Guy but vicki did keep frustrating me throughout this (stop telling everyone youre from the future! at the trial why would you admit to doing a seance rev trask was not there he doesnt know! just lie!) but admittedly she is going thru a lot. i am not normally a person who needs everyone in media to be acting rationally at all times. anyway angelique was fun but rev trask was a surprise i found him soo funny with his evil little widows peak and eyeliner hope he comes back as a ghost or something.

started to notice some inconsistencies- eg the way barnabas talked about and hated jeremiah in earlier episodes does not sound like he knew he was under angeliques influence. also, i really dont think everyone was supposed to look exactly like their ancestors! why else make such a big deal out of barnabas looking like "the first barnabas" if everyone else also looks exactly like a collins ancestor. plus i really did not get the sense when barnabas was grooming maggie to be josette 2.0 that she looked exactly like her (seems like something he would have mentioned!). i knew they were going to use the same actors for the past but i really thought at first that it was just a theatrical convention and not literal. anyway none of these are complaints- i am sure there is a certain kind of person who is bothered by inconsistencies like these but i think they are cute little quirks of the format. fun to notice. 

weirdly, altho the plot moves very slowly esp compared to modern stuff, i did find myself wishing it would linger longer on some things. wouldve been fun to spend more time with josette and jeremiah after their marriage- trapped together and miserable, not understanding how this even happened. or the millicent gaslight moment. another complaint i have: why have barnabas' first kill happen offscreen with a stranger! there was an opportunity for it to be with someone he knows and loves, onscreen- so much more drama! a waste. at first i did not like how innocent he was of josette's death however i did like that he then tried resurrecting her and how despite doing it out of love this was a horrifying violation- love  a corruption narrative! 

side note, what is with barnabas and strangling people. just bite them?? 

finally, i do think its cool how this very silly, pg-rated soap opera manages to tap in to a lot of things i find genuinely terrifying. so much about a loss of self, having no control over your actions etc. 

i AM excited to be back in the present (or the 1960s ig) and looking forward to what lies ahead. ill be taking another long break before i do tho.

ps: imagine being a vampire and nearly dying in a car accident. embarrassing.

[flock-of-cassowaries]

Honestly, I regularly forget Hannibal is not a vampire.

My headcannon is that sometimes, he forgets too.

I headcannon him as having had a guilty pleasure of watching late-night re-runs of the 1960s vampire soap opera Dark Shadows during his 10-14 years of med school and surgical residency.

(Fair warning, this is about to get…

There are a lot of parallels between the Hannibal we meet in Aperitif, and the character of Barnabas Collins (Dark Shadows’ tortured anti-hero).

Both are chronically odd (Barnabas because he’s been asleep for 200 years, Hannibal because he’s from Eastern Europe); both are fastidiously polite despite committing acts of extreme cruelty; and both have a terrible secret they must hide from the people around them.

Barnabas also had characteristics to which I imagine a younger Hannibal would have aspired - social status, wealth, and, perhaps most notably, the power to control other people’s minds, and to compel them to do this bidding.

What Barnabas achieves through vampiric power, Hannibal eventually learns to accomplish through manipulation, narcotics, hypnosis, and gross violations of professional trust; Miriam Lass is as thoroughly in Hannibal’s thrall as any of the characters on Dark Shadows are to Barnabas.

The character’s appeal would have been even stronger given Hannibal’s experience of being a young (and very likely closeted) queer man studying medicine in the midst of the AIDS crisis.

The nature of Barnabas’ plight an excellent metaphor for the closet, and the actor who played him (Jonathan Frid) was himself gay, and (by his own account) drew on that perspective to inform his performance of the canonically-straight Barnabas. Hannibal certainly would not have been the first queer man to see himself reflected in the character.

Dark Shadows has 1000+ episodes, and I picture Hannibal having it as his habitual comfort watch; something a local TV station would have licensed for cheap, to fill time at 11pm; get to the end of the episodes, and just start again from the beginning (the way my local CBS affiliate used to do with Two and a Half Men, and the way A&E used to do with CSI; two shows I used to habitually watch each night before bed.)

Hannibal would have been in his 20s / early 30s, and under a great deal of pressure (surgical residency is gruelling).

I think this would likely have been the point in Hannibal’s life where some of the more grandiose / florid delusions - ones that we later see him evidence in his conversations with Will and Jack - would have probably started to manifest (e.g. Nietzschean fish; comparing himself to god; trying to will time to reverse, and the broken teacup to reassemble.)

In this context, I can easily imagine Barnabas Collins having taken up residence in Hannibal’s mind palace, making himself at home there until the line between them began to blur.

And I think that by the time he meets Will, Hannibal has dismissed this private obsession as mortifyingly childish; I imagine that he probably served Barnabas Collins his own leg in the memory palace’s great dining room.

But as much as he wouldn’t admit it, Hannibal never truly got rid of Barnabas.

✨Incorrect Hannibal quotes✨

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

And, exit Victoria Winters. After being played by a different actress for awhile, she finally faded 200 years back into the past to be with Jeff Clark/Peter Bradford.

I know it happened because original actress Alexandra Moltke (now Isles) wanted to leave the show due to her reduced role and pregnancy, but it was a shame to lose Vicki, who was originally the main character of Dark Shadows. We never got a resolution to Vicki's search for her past. Apparently, the original plans for Vicki involved her being the illegitimate daughter of Paul Stoddard (Carolyn's shitty dad) and another woman, those plans were then changed to Vicki being Elizabeth's secret illegitimate child, given away for adoption. I understand that Barnabas the vampire produced far more interesting stories, but I wish we'd at least gotten a resolution or acknowledgement of Vicki being an actual Collins. The 91 revival was also planning to explore that plot line, but was cancelled after one season.

Having now watched all the Vicki episodes, I think she wound up being a stronger character than I remembered from watching bits and pieces of show via reruns on the Sci-fi channel as a kid. Vicki often had characters (men especially) pressuring Vicki to agree to things and generally be agreeable and pleasant in a way that seems related to her being a young woman in the 1960's. But she often pushes back. She remains polite, but she is firm, and is often (but not always) able to stand her ground. Vicki even manages to defy Nicholas Blair, a character who can hypnotize people and get them to do things with just a casual conversation. And in the early episodes she is very proactive in investigating the mystery of her past, and why Elizabeth chose to hire her (which Elizabeth is clearly lying about).

I wish the last real Vicki episode hadn't spent so much time on Barnabas and his feelings. I know Barnabas is our main character now, and he is really into his "noble (former) vampire" redemption arc, he seems to genuinely care about everyone at Collinwood now (remember when you had to be talked out of killing David, Barnabas? Willie and Julia remember). But I really don't care that Barnabas loves Vicki. It's character development for him - emphasis on for him. Vicki is so much more than a potential love interest or damsel in distress for Barnabas to protect/pine after. And she never loved him, not in a romantic sense. She considered him a friend and greatly respected him, she didn't love him. When given a choice to marry Barnabas and forget Peter, Vicki chose to fade 200 years into the past to be with Peter, completely separating herself from the life she knew forever. And after Vicki spent so much time with men (including Jeff/Peter) trying to rush her into marriage, at least Vicki's decision there was entirely her own - she had to convince Peter to take her along. But anyway, I wish we'd gotten a final goodbye with Vicki and David, or Vicki and Carolyn (who was both like a sister, and an actual sister to Vicki).

I have a soft spot for the 91 revival, and I actually liked how that show made Vicki the "reincarnated Josette" rather than Maggie, as it seemed like a way to keep Vicki as a main character alongside Barnabas. And Maggie got the affair with Roger (ugh, Maggie you can do better) and also psychic powers/knowledge of the occult. And I actually liked that as well, it gave Maggie something to do while Vicki was the new "Josette." I didn't care for the whole Roger affair thing, but it set Maggie up against Laura, whom the show was planning to bring on in the cancelled second season. I can imagine Vicki and Maggie joining forces to stand up against Laura, it would have been great. Oh well.

Anyway, bye Vicki, it was fun following you for several seasons. Sorry you didn't get a better send-off on the show. Also apparently Alexandra Isles is now a documentary filmmaker, good for her.

[imyourbratzdoll]

Is this ok

Barnabas collins with a new bitten vamp reader

She didnt realize she was a newborn until barnabas mentioned it . Mustve been from a night walk in the woods as she had an accident and needed some transfusion the therapist at home didnt knew the bloodbag she hooked was the same that she too from barnabas "to make him human again"

hi, I hope what I wrote is okay, and I hope you enjoy it.

summary - barnabas notices you look somewhat different, looking more similar to him than an average human.

warning - mentions of death.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Barnabas stares at you, brows furrowed as he studies you. There is something strange about you, something so familiar that he can’t place his finger on it. He slowly moved toward you, a clawed finger pointing at you, and your eyes looked up at him with innocence. “What? Have I done something wrong?” You ask, feeling disappointed that you seemed to already upset the older man in the short time you’ve been here. You’ve noticed that he keeps staring at you, possibly judging your appearance. 

“You. You’re a vampire. How?” He glares, circling you as he takes in your paleness and features that are similar to his. He watches you pout and look at him, confused.

“I’m not a… Vampire?” 

“Do not lie to me, child.” He growls, straightening his back as he stares down at you. “Your paleness, your claws and the fangs prodding your bottom lip. Show me that you are, in fact, a vampire.” You shake your head, feeling your mind become fuzzy as you can’t believe what you hear. “If you do not believe me, go into the sun.” 

You look at him, confused, a brow raised as you wonder why the sun. “How would going into the sun prove that what you are saying is true?” 

“When vampires go into the sun, they set on fire. So, go.” Barnabas shoos you, pushing you softly to the curtains. You carefully move it, and the moment the sun hits your flesh, it sizzles before setting aflame. “Ah, huh! I knew it!” You jump back from the sun with a scream, staring at your charred hand in confusion. “Now tell me, how did you become a vampire? Did you steal my blood?!” 

You look between him and your hand before shaking your head. “I–I don’t know… All I remember is that I was being chased through the woods by something… I felt terrified. It was huge and scary… I remember my flesh being clawed into and ripped apart, and I remember lying there, feeling myself bleed out as I was left for dead… There was someone….” You sit as you continue. “I remember waking, blinded by a bright light, and I was hooked to something. But before I could investigate, I fell asleep, too exhausted to keep my eyes open. Which, I guess, brings me to now. I woke, and I looked different and felt different.” 

Barnabas rolls his eyes, “Must’ve been that darn therapist. She has a knack for stealing my blood to try something.” He stares at you again, “I guess I can help you.”

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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Masterlist

(Please! keep in mind that my fanfics and imagines are purely fictional!)

Johnny Depp

sfw

This is wrong. (f! reader)

The beautifulest. (f! reader)

The first. (f! reader)

angst

January. (gn! reader)

smuts

Being thirsty. (f! reader)

Fruits for breakfast. (f! reader)

You need a man. (f! reader)

Recalling good times. (f! reader)

Waking up the building. (f! reader)

Who's your daddy? (f! reader)

Lucky (f! reader)

Private lessons. (f! reader)

Math problem. (gn! reader)

Listen to daddy. (f! reader)

Barnabas Collins

smuts

feast (f! reader)

[crusxs]

ANGIE BOUCHARD ── `` HEADCANNONS ﹕

kind of detailed. mainly fluff but some mild nsfw. pet names. angie x f!reader. kissing. flirting. teasing. witchcraft. hurt/comfort. jealousy. stalking. lipstick stains. drinking. gift-giving. forbidden love. ✶ headcannons - I'll be using these in my stories.

Her skin carries the gentle, inviting fragrance of soft vanilla from her body wash and lotions, while her perfume and oils evoke the delicate essence of jasmine and on some days cherry. If you get close enough, you might catch a faint hint of cigarette smoke lingering in the air around her.

When she senses that you have feelings for her, she will go to great lengths to push you away, doing everything in her power to make you dislike her, regardless of the consequences or the hurt it may cause. If you work for her, she might even fire you to create distance. She might go as far as sleeping with someone else, knowing you will witness it, all in an effort to ensure you no longer harbor any affection for her.

When she first takes a liking to you, she becomes intensely curious about every aspect of your life. She might discreetly follow you or have someone else do it for her, gathering details about your preferences and routines. Although she would never admit to this, her interest quickly turns into a deep fascination when she falls for someone. She wants to know your favorite foods, hobbies, colors, and animals—every little detail down to the brand of your clothing and the scent of your perfume. Her aim is to understand who you are and imagine what your life together could be like. For her, close isn't close enough.

Angie uses witchcraft without shame, using it for nearly any task that might be simplified by it. She would use her magic abilities to clear traffic on her ride to work. When faced with paperwork, she might use it to finish everything. In her business dealings, Angie might cast enchantments to attract new employees or secure favorable contracts with clients. She may even use her magic abilities in intimate settings, using it to gain the upper hand in the bedroom. For Angie, magic is a gift and not a curse.

Angie never uses pet names with anyone, reserving them for only the closest relationships. Once she starts using them with you, she will rarely call you by your real name unless absolutely necessary. Her preferred term of endearment is "Sweetheart," but when she's in a foul mood or feeling playful, she'll switch to "Darling." To her, using pet names is an intimate gesture, so much so that she considers it a form of infidelity if used casually with others. She never uses these names on anyone else but you. If someone else calls you "babe," "hun," or "darling," Angie will stare at them with an accusatory stare. Later, she will demand to know why they addressed you that way, insisting that you must be cheating on her. To Angie, there is no other reason for someone to use such terms with you, especially since you are with her.

She tends to move quickly in relationships, especially if you show signs of reciprocating her feelings. On the first date, she will try to become physically intimate, her heels lightly running up your legs in the restaurant teasing you. Soon after, she will likely suggest that you move in together, even if it seems premature. If you hesitate or decline, she might respond with something like, "I can't help the fact that I want you all to myself, sweetheart.”

She flirts with you nonstop, regardless of the setting or the activity. Even during a family dinner, she would place her hand on your thigh and slowly inch forward, her eyes looking at you filled with a familiar fondness. If you ask her to stop, she will look at you innocently and claim that she was only trying to give you a massage and reassure you because you seemed stressed. Whether or not you believe her words doesn't matter to her; she enjoys seeing you get worked up over everything she does.

Her primary love languages are physical touch and gift-giving. When she first develops an interest in you, she will often bring you gifts or arrange for them to be delivered anonymously, just to see the smile on your face. Despite her flirtatious nature, she struggles with expressing her feelings through words. When you have a disagreement or a tense moment, she will often resort to physical touch as a means of apologizing or even conveying her feelings. She might place her hands on yours or find other ways to touch you, using these gestures to communicate what she cannot express verbally.

It would take her a very long time to admit that she loves you due to past rejections. She would only say it after you had expressed your love for her. When you first tell her, her mouth would slightly open, and she would look at you as if you had just told her the one thing she had been waiting to hear her entire life. She would immediately reciprocate, and her affection for you would be intense for the rest of the day. The next morning, she would want to hear you say it again. Those three words have a profound emotional impact on her. Even during an argument, if you say "I love you," she would soften instantly, smile at you, and once again shower you with affection, asking you to repeat those words, again, and again.

Angie has an obvious disregard for public norms. She deliberately leaves her red lipstick marks on you just to prove she could. It would become a routine for you to carry baby wipes at all times. Whenever she catches you wiping them off, she protests and leans closer across the table, kissing you with a playful defiance. When you confront her about the indecency, she would respond with a puzzled expression, questioning who made you feel guilty. She claims she could fuck you in a crowded restaurant and erase everyones memory of it the next day if she desired.

She loves the fact that your family doesn't approve of her; if anything, it makes her want to be with you more. She does want them to know she's the best possible person for you, but the idea of your love for her being forbidden just drives her crazy. She would tease your family, be all over you, showing them she's the best for you, but also pushing them down verbally and showing them they have no say anymore.

Angie is not a frequent drinker, but when she faces hardships, she will drown her feelings in alcohol. When you argue with her or when she feels you might leave, she will drink and wallow in her feelings. She prefers red wines, but she can drink hard liquor without so much as a grimace. She enjoys drinking with you, seeing you slowly let go and relax. She likes witnessing your true emotions and how much you trust her. She keeps bottles of wine in her cabinets for special occasions, or whenever they may be needed.

Angie is definitely more attracted to the masculine side of you. She likes it when you wear sports bras, tank tops, chains, and when you offer to fix something for her. Of course, she loves it when you wear heels, makeup, and dresses, but she also enjoys seeing you when you're more relaxed. She would often tease you and try to unbutton your pants while you were fixing her car.

Angie isn't very sensitive about your relationship. No one really tries to insult either of you due to Angie's power and status in town. However, if anyone attempts to insult you in any way, they would be forced to leave town or they would simply disappear randomly. You often notice a certain glint of hatred in Angie's eyes whenever someone calls you a dyke. Even after reassuring her they didn't mean it negatively, Angie still dislikes that term being used with you. If you strongly objected to her taking action against them, she wouldn't do anything unless they repeated it.

Angie wouldn't want any music playing when you two are being intimate. She enjoys hearing you and all the sounds you make for her. However, if you insisted, she would reluctantly agree but state that you owed her. Deep down, she would be a bit hurt and worried that you were getting tired of her. She would pout for the rest of the day until she got another chance to hear you moan for her. If you asked her to do something for you, she would cross her arms and say, 'I'd rather listen to music.'

When she gets into heated scenarios, her accent tends to slip out. For instance, when you two are in bed together, her French accent becomes more pronounced, and she whispers sweet nothings in French under her breath. Oftentimes, she will teach you French when you two are in bed together. She teaches you proactive phrases and gestures, such as how to ask her to stop, how to beg her to keep going, and how to tell her where and how to touch you.

Angie is unsure about having children. She likes the idea of having a child but is unsure if she would be a good parental figure. She would prefer to have a girl instead of a boy, but regardless, she would love them both equally. In time, she would become a great mother figure.

She takes it seriously when you get sick, whether it's a common cold or something more serious. She will use her witchcraft to make a remedy that could fix it immediately. As long as you are by her side, you wouldn't be sick for long because she makes sure of it.

She likes the idea of growing old with someone she loves but doesn't like the idea of death. She doesn't want to face the reality that one day you will grow old and die. She would constantly bring up the subject of immortality to you whenever she gets the chance. She wants to live with you forever and never wants to lose you.

Angie puts a lot of thought into you. On your dates, she always does what she knows you will love and buys you things you like. If she notices you staring at a piece of candy, she will buy it for you. This goes for anything you stare at, even herself. If you want it, she will give it to you. She will not settle for anything but the best for you.

Her favorite color is red. She likes all things red, but she is not afraid to admit when something is too ugly to be in red or when red looks hideous on something.

She loves roses, but for each rose color and pigment, she has a unique definition. For instance, she would give you red roses to convey her passion and love for you. She would give you white roses as a way to apologize, and so on.

Angie would always be there for you. If she caught you crying, she would not leave you alone until you told her what happened or until she felt good about leaving you alone for a while. She would wrap her arms around you and hold you flush against her body, asking you what happened. Deep down, she would always worry that she was the cause of your tears, but she would be relieved when you corrected her. She would do anything for you. She would always protect you, and that included your feelings.

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#how do i even begin to explain them.#diversity loss.#what if you were in an extremely messy polycule in the 1950s;#and in the midst of various & varied violations of maine r.s. 1954 c.134 §1-8 in the backseat of burke's car;#hit and killed a bystander because absolutely no one drives sober in collinsport. and then lied and sent your boyfriend to prison for it.#and then bribed and perjured and also married his girlfriend so she'll help you cover it up. and to get back at him.#and then she has a kid and you're pretty sure it's your ex boyfriend's so you hate him. and beat him.#driving him to — what? vehicular patricide!#and then ur ex comes back 10 years later to get his revenge and drive your family into financial ruin and also possibly fuck you.#and your niece. maybe. and your governess; if she'll have him. and basically anyone else. the invitation is open liz.#and then your wife comes back from the sanitarium and tries to kill your son via fulfilling an ancient fiery ritual#so you decide to coparent with your ex and your governess after she dies. somehow this works and everyone settles down.#there's something very wrong with them <3 affectionate (preserving @widowshill's tags for posterity)

BURKE DEVLIN & ROGER COLLINS. — It isn't really amazing if you know what love is about. — Well, yes, I suppose I don't know anything about love. I guess that's why she married you ten years ago and not me. — I'll go one step further. I think you've gone beyond the point of even knowing what it is.

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- When the French left their colony at St. Croix Island, the English sent settlers in 1607 and they settled at the mouth of the Kennebeck River at Fort St. George

Spencer Stockbridge, born 1687, died 1780--he was murdered--his throat was slit while he was sleeping

Isaac was a brave man, sailing on the ocean in a small ship. Issac Collins crossed the Ocean to USA in 1690. he landed right near here in Frenchman's Bay, and he came to Collinsport and liked it and decided to stay--only it wasn't called Collinsport then, because there was nothing here except the harbor, and trees and lots of fish--Isaac Collins, imagine having a town named after you

Carolyn: Good old Uncle Isaac, in the 17th century, built the fishing fleet, founded the town, gave it a name--the works --I always thought Uncle Roger looked a little bit like him

Carolyn: Isaac Collins, the bigshot who started the whole mess--you might say he's the man who put us into the fish business

The Collins family has been in Collinsport for 300 years; they built the town : 1667

Issac’s son

Isaac’s grandson

Isaac’s GGS

Isaac’s GGGS

Isaac’s GGGGS, Jeremiah’s F

P. Agthorn Stockbridge, born 1713, died 1731--at the height of his youth--trampled by a stallion--he left a young wife and a baby girl--the girl they say had hair like the sun

L. Murdoch Stockbridge, born 1735, died 1867-- --she--says the caretaker--burned to death. A candle fell against the bed curtain, says the caretaker--what body is in there is mostly ashes. 1735-1767

Burke grins--this chest is over 200 years old, isn't it

The grandfather Clock in the foyer is over 200 years old: 1767

E. Pendleton Stockbridge, born 1801, died, 1817--she was drowned at sea, most of her body was torn to bits by the rocks

1817 – Jeremiah kicked the widows off the Cliff.

This reckoning would place the construction of Collinwood at just after 1816.

the widows….moaning with grief as they have foe hundreds of years….they used to walk this hill the widows… they would walk and stand look out to sea and wait for the ships to return… would wait for husbands who would never come back. The hours and the days would pass and there would be no masthead over the horizon, no sail just emptiness. And then even that was taken from them… almost 150 years ago when Jeremiah Collins decided to build our house he chose this hill, the highest point in Collinsport. They were no longer permitted here, all of the wives and sweethearts of the sailors on Jeremiah's ships were turned away, sent back to their homes told to keep their grief for themselves.

They haven't gone. They never left.

– Roger Collins. 0012.

The camera focuses on Jeremiah's portrait as Carolyn reads the family history book, "Jeremiah Collins--sixth generation descendent of the founder of Collinsport, in 1830, married Josette LaFreniere, of Paris, France. The construction of Collinwood, the family mansion, was begun that same year."

137ya

Barnabas stands in the Old House drawing room looks up at Josette's portrait. "I was a Collins, why didn't you protect me--where were you when I was turned into something that even my own father loathed? If his ghost is here with yours, tell him I've come home, and I claim this house as mine--and whatever power you or he may have is ended--I am free now, and alive--the chains with which he bound me are broken, and I've returned to live the life I never had."

One hundred and thirty years ago, the love of a man and woman built this mansion on the crest of Widows' Hill : 1837

In the more than 130 years since this house was built, two people have thrown themselves from the ledge where you and Carolyn stood, says Liz--the legend she wanted to tell you is that someday there would be a third--that death hasn't happened yet--it's only a legend (didn't Carolyn already relate this tale?) <1837

Collinwood has had 130 years of brooding existence

The Collins family has owned Collinwood for more than 130 years, and the family still wants to keep it in spite of the terror they've known there

For more than 130 years, the foreboding mansion of Collinwood has sat on the top of Widows' Hill like a giant headstone, marking the watery graves of fishermen who have perished in the seas below. It is a monument to one man--Jeremiah Collins and his dreams --but when men dream, spoilers always seem to lurk nearby, ready to destroy their dreams, turning them into nightmares, even in a small family town like Collinsport

If it had been an accident, he wouldn't have come back, says David--the same way with Josette Collins--she didn't fall of Widows' Hill--somebody pushed her! That was more than 100 years ago, says Vicki.

even the Old House near Widows' Hill, where our poor ancestors Josette and Jeremiah lived for a time--and Joshua Collins, my direct ancestor, lived there with his family--even after this house was built

There was a night such as this. A night when a young beautiful woman was pressed to the limits. She could no longer accept what the future held for her. She knew she had to destroy herself before she became something she did not want to be. She had quarreled with her lover. She tried to send him away but he would not be put off.He tried to put his arms around her but she broke away from him and run out into the stormy night. Her white dress contrasted against the darkness. He ran after her as she headed for the one place on earth that seemed to be designed for the termination of life. Rain drenched her, the winds buffeted her blowing her long hair wildly. Her clothing was torn by the low branches. The small white feet were bruised and mudstained with the stoney cruel pathway to the summit of the cliff. The shouts of her lover were lost in the wind as he moved swiftly after her. Near the top she stumbled over a large rock, crying hysterically, she limped and crawled to the edge of the precipace. Her lover reached her, clutched her, spinning her around to face him. Her eyes were wide with terror as the lover held her tightly, his lips pressed against her throat. Soon she grew limp and he released her. Suddenly there was a last surge of energy. She broke free and hurled herself off the cliff. Her scream reacting and echoing as she plunged downward. Her body was impaled on the large craggy rocks below. Her lover descended to the bottom of Widow's Hill. He found her body broken, lifeless, bloodless. As violent as her death was the expression on her face was one of serenity. As if this were the best possible ending to her life.

Abigail Collins was a four-great grandmother (GGGGGM) to David

He begins to talk of other storms that have assailed Collinwood and the Old House, and the ships that have crashed on the rocks below Widows' Hill in the past. They ask Barn to stay (fox in the henhouse!) and he decides to entertain/scare the crap out of them by relating some stories about ships crashing on the rocks below Widows' Hill, killing the sailors and leaving their weeping wives behind

Josette Collins: Born 1810 (157ya), died 1834 (133ya) age 24, married at 20 ya

Barnabas' plan comes out as he escorts Maggie into Josette's room, which has been lovingly and painstakingly refurbished. "This is your room," he tells her, "just as you left it long, long ago." He calls her Josette and says that will be her name from now on. She repeats the name, wonderingly, questioningly, and sits down to gaze at her reflection in the vanity mirror. They are going to be together from now on, he assures her, and enjoy the happiness they were denied so long ago. He's forgiven Josette for killing herself, for taking herself away from him. He stares at the portrait of Josette hanging above the mantle and back to Maggie. He wanted to give her life, not death, and now they will have another chance together. She takes his hand. "Life," she repeats in a childlike voice. He escorts her to a love seat and after she is seated, kneels in front of her like a man proposing

They will be together, never again separated, he vows. "You are my Josette." She pulls her hand from his grasp just as he's about to kiss it, as though emerging from her trance for just a moment. He shows her a magnificent white wedding gown and reminds her that it was hers. She'll be his bride. When Maggie starts to cry, he begs, "Please, no tears."--only happiness from now on. He gives her a music box that he brought from the Orient--it has traveled the centuries with him. Listen to the past and look to the future he bids her, playing the pretty melody (which I always preferred to the one that came after). Maggie raptly listens and we see her face segue into Josette's portrait as the music plays.

Jeremiah Collins is Elizabeth’s GGF

Jeremiah was Carolyn’s GGF

Jeremiah. Oh, says David, entering the room--he's my GGGFSure, of course, says Willie. He was richer than anybody, says David, he was married to Josette--her portrait is down at the Old House. That's nice, says Willie, not really paying attention. I could tell you lots of spooky things about her, says David. Willie chuckles. I bet you could, he says, wandering into the foyer. And that's Barnabas Collins, says David, showing Willie the portrait on the wall (the man himself!)--he died in England--he was rich, too, richer than anybody. Nice ring he's wearing, says Willie--is that a ruby? Yes, says David, a family heirloom. (ruby?) Family heirloom, eh? asks Willie--is it still around? Not that ring, says David, I don't think so--I haven't seen it. But there are other heirlooms around, says Willie, pointing--like this medal, here? Some, says David. Oh, come on, you're kidding me, says Willie. No I'm not, says David, we have plenty of family heirlooms, worth much, much money

Barnabas also admits that the story he told Carolyn and Vicki the night of the storm was the tale of Josette's suicide, but he says no one knows who Josette's lover was.

My GGGF founded this town, says David--that's why they call it Collinsport.

Barnabas talks to Maggie, calling her Josette over and over, reminding her of her impeccable taste, how they always used to dine together by candlelight

At the Old House, David, armed with a flashlight, lights a candle and sets it up under Josette's portrait, making it glow. It's me, David Collins, he says, can you hear me, GGGM?

The candlesticks seen on the dining table were part of Josette's dowry, brought from France. A silversmith fashioned them from her own design.

Jeremiah Collins was a very strong man

I understood that Barnabas Collins (GGGGF), the son of Naomi and Joshua (GGGGGP), died a few years after he went to England. That's true, says Barnabas, but apparently the family history didn't tell of his marriage, or the fact that he had a son who proved to be my GGGF

When Barnabas first met 18 year-old Josette, she could not speak a word of English and it was his job to teach her the language.

My favorite, of course, is Josette, says David--that's her portrait over there--he points to the far wall. Our ancestor from over a hundred years ago, says Barnabas.

The music box was the only present Josette ever accepted from Barnabas. She had to keep it hidden because there were those who were against their love. how the music box was the only gift she would accept from him because no one would accept their love

Jeremiah Collins built Collinwood

"If you see my big brother," says Sarah, finally speaking, "don't tell him you saw me. He doesn't like anybody to come down here." Sarah walks away slowly as Maggie gazes after her

The family album is open to a picture of Josette Collins wearing the locket, says Liz, going over to it--weren't you looking at it? No, says Vicki. Someone was, says Liz. That's impossible, says Vicki--because Frank and I left this room a minute ago--no one came in here since then. Are you sure? asks Liz. Yes, says Vicki, this book was closed when we left--did Josette Collins own that locket? We see the photo of Josette in the album, which looks nothing like Maggie or Vicki. Yes, she was the first Collins woman to own it, says Liz--it was given to her on he wedding day. Why should the book open to this page? Wonders Vicki--do you suppose that it's a sign--from Josette Collins?--

Liz tells Sarah that this is where widows perished, and tells some of their stories: Rachel Comstock lost her husband and five sons to the sea; Abigail Tolliver was a new bride whose husband drowned; Margaret Findley's husband was lost in a storm. All of the grieving women leaped to their deaths from this place, Sarah recalls the legend that the others await a fourth widow (great gauging of Liz' feelings, Mrs. J, perhaps you shouldn't have done that) to join them. When Liz nearly faints, Sarah pulls her away from the edge of the cliff just in time and leads her back home.

Jeremiah’s sober days were more rare than his drunken ones

Naomi Collins, who was supposedly buried with hers

Liz describes the stormy night in 1949, 18 years ago, when Paul Stoddard was leaving her--and taking a big chunk of Carolyn's inheritance with him, and Jason has prepared papers that falsely showed it all was rightfully Paul's.

Naomi Collins is stated to have had several children who are buried in the tomb and is stated to have died a very old woman, in her sleep.

Laura Murdoch Radcliffe 1840, and 1867. I understand there's another Laura buried here, says Peter--Laura Murdoch Radcliffe. The caretaker repeats the name--died by fire, he says. Where is she buried? Asks Peter. Outside in the ground, says the caretaker, she couldn't be buried here, she wasn't a Stockbridge. Laura Murdoch Radcliffe--born 1840, died 1867

, is there any mention of the death of Laura Murdoch Radcliffe? No, says Frank, there's no mention of it at all, except for this newspaper clipping--the masthead says Collinsport Courier, October 1867

but there's something else we discovered--an old newspaper, dated 1867--it tells of a death by fire of Laura Murdoch Radcliffe--it also tells about her son--as she was being consumed by the flames, attempts were made to rescue her, but she refused. Her son tried to rescue her? he asks. Oh, no, says Vicki, she was holding her son, clutching him in her arms. He...he burned to death with her? asks Burke. Yes, says Vicki. That's a pretty hair-raising story, isn't it? asks Burke. My heart almost stopped beating when I heard his name, says Vicki--his name, of course, was David.

was one thing Dr. Guthrie neglected to tell me--this son, this boy, David--he burned alive! Didn't he tell you about that, either? she asks. Yes, says Roger, faltering over the words--but what he didn't tell me was that this son, David--he didn't want to be saved--he wanted to burn! --in his mother's arms--in the flames--he wanted to--he wanted to!

the day before the date of the newspaper article (e.g., October 25) =

died by fire on October 26

[Garner & Garner] have miles of records that go all the way back to 1879,

The East Wing was closed over 50 ya, 1917

There are sections of Collinwood that have been closed off for more than 50 years

Why? she asks, this section of the house has been closed off for 50 years

Liz's great-grandmother gave her the emerald pendant in question when she turned 18.

Yes, a little, agrees Maggie--she could pass for your sister. Do you know who she is? asks Vicki eagerly. No, says Maggie, I told you, my father could have done it 30 years ago (1937)

[Elizabeth has] known [Bill] for more than 25 years, says Carolyn, he's been more than just the manager of our fleet and cannery--he's been a good friend. 1942

Elizabeth and Roger’s father die over 20 ya1967 : 1947

Liz (who doesn't seem at all upset) sits on the sofa and explains that they once had a butler named Hanscomb--why should that interest Vicki? She saw a portrait of a girl in Sam Evans' studio, says Carolyn, and the girl's name was Betty Hanscomb and it looked a lot like Vicki. Betty Hanscomb looked like Vicki? asks Liz. That's what she said, Carolyn tells her--she said even Maggie commented on the similarity. I haven't seen Betty Hanscomb for years, says Liz, but as I remember, she didn't look anything like Vicki. Who was she? asks Carolyn. Hanscomb's daughter or niece, I forget which, says Liz, I haven't thought about her or seen her in at least 25 years.

It's about this painting, says Vicki, handing it to him--do you remember who the model was? He takes it and gazes at it, then says it is an old one--not bad, pretty good, he remarks--amazing how your brush stroke changes in 25 years. Is that how old it is? asks Vicki. Far as I can recall, somewhere in the vicinity of...you know something, she looks a bit like you--or rather you look a bit like her, especially around the nose and mouth. That's why I want to know who she is, says Vicki. I know she was a local girl, says Sam--Hansen--no, Betty Hanscomb

--she was a lovely girl. Do you know anything about her? asks Vicki. I knew a great deal about her in those days, says Sam, sucking on his pipe. I heard that, Pop, says Maggie, returning to the room. That was before I married your mother, he says--I'm afraid this has no connection with you, because Betty left town about six months after I painted this--then I heard she had died about five or six months later--so you weren't even born then. Does she have any family? asks Vicki hopefully. Sam thinks and says her parents are both dead--no other relatives--sorry. Vicki looks dejected and says, "So am I." Wait a minute, says Maggie--Hansen--wasn't that the fella that Burke killed?

Bill Malloy had problems with a girl 20 ya; thought he had worked it out—he hadn’t. 1949

the almost 20 years I worked for Mr. Malloy

Don't tell me it's because of Paul, says Roger, because I know better than that. You know nothing at all! she proclaims. I know that this blissful marriage you were supposed to have had was not so blissful at all, says Roger cruelly. Roger was away at school. He had holidays from school, he says, I was home then, and saw enough to know I'm right--that's why I could never believe this story about you sitting and waiting and grieving for your long lost husband to show up

Vicki was born in 1947, 1946

Elizabeth last saw Sam Evans more than 18 ya, <1949

Elizabeth hasn’t left Collinwood in 18 years (universal constant) Elizabeth fired all the employees the day after Paul left; she hired Matthew Morgan that day – 18 years ago

Paul left Collinsport ; The money began to come to Vicki : 1949

Carolyn was born 6 months afterward

Matthew Morgan is almost killed when brakes fail on Widows’ Hill almost a year after he started working here, “17 ya”… 1950

Burke was born in Collinsport 1937

Bill Malloy hires Burke 15-16ya 1951-1952

Bill Malloy is managing the Fishing Fleet & Cannery

Burke left Collinsport in 1957. Burke hasn’t been in Collinsport in 10 years (universally constant)

Roger and Laura married the day after

David was born 8 months later

[David] doesn't know [Laura], he hasn't seen her since he was five years old--she's about as real as one of his imaginary ghosts.

Burke left prison in 1963

5 ya : 1962

I served five years, one month, three days and seven hours

(from Sept 19th, –10) Oct 22, 1962. Doesn’t work out.

(from Oct “, –10) Nov…1962

From Dec “, –10) Jan 1963

At that time, the other half was my brother, says Garner, he died 5 years ago

Just that she's come back after about five or six years

1963 Last time Elizabeth saw her banker

The money came until Vicki was 16 1963

1958 David was born

Mr. Malloy as anyone would have been--she clenches a fist and says he should have lived another 30 years (1997)

Liz slept on her childhood bed “‘every night until…’ then stops ‘until I was married.’”

Elizabeth

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not another soul in that ghost-ridden house of tears. She asks what he means by that, and he replies that that's simple--you break a heart, it cries--but eternal and true--you've heard of Josette Collins?--this is where she stood--brought here from France as the bride of the man that built that house--he built it for her, gave it to her--but he couldn't give her peace--the townspeople hated her because she was a stranger--her husband's family hated her, because she was different--even the house hated her--so she would cry herself to sleep night after night, and then one day--this is where she stood--that's where she jumped--he nods toward the sea. How horrible! says Vicki passionately. House of tears, says Sam--some quiet night, if you listen real carefully, you can hear her crying her heart out with loneliness.

Sam Evans

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Did you also know that three people have killed themselves jumping off that cliff? there was Josette, the wife of the madman who built this place, and a couple of others--come to think of it, they were governesses, just like you. What are you trying to do, asks Vicki, smiling--frighten me again? The legend goes, Miss Winters, teases Carolyn, that the body of a third governess will be found, huddled and broken, at the foot of yonder cliff.

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The wind, he replies, or the widows--yes, you hear them? he asks--moaning with grief as they have for hundreds of years. …--haven't you ever wondered why this is called Widows' Hill? … Unhappy, mournful--the agony of restlessness, they used to walk this hill, the widows, walk, stand and look out to the sea for husband to return that would never come back--the hours and days would pass, and there would be no masthead over the horizon, no sails, just emptiness, loneliness and grief--and then even that was taken from them--almost 150 years ago, when Jeremiah chose to build this house, he chose this hill, the highest in Collinsport, and they were no longer permitted here. --all the wives and sweethearts of the sailors on Jeremiah's ship were turned away, sent back to their homes, told to keep their grief to themselves. How terrible! Says Vicki. The winds/widows howl. They never went, says Roger--they never left. But that is only the wind, says Vicki. Is it? asks Roger--listen--carefully. If you're trying to make me nervous, you're doing very well, says Vicki. There are old men in town, says Roger who swear they've seen them, roaming the top of this hill in a high wind, crying bitterly, staring out to sea with empty eyes. Only a legend, says Vicki. Legends aren't real, he says, but we do have out ghosts up here and they are very real.

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Liz brings a tea tray into the drawing room, sets it on the table and checks her watch. She dials long distance operator 67, announces that this is Elizabeth Stoddard, Collinsport 4099--have you any report on that call I placed to Ned Calder?--I see--keep trying, please. She hangs up. She answers a knock at the door. Much too long, he says--you're looking good. So are you, she praises, not at all like a stuffy old banker. (I think he looks pretty darn stuffy.). Liz pours tea and says all she wanted was his advice on setting up a trust fund for her nephew. I have the papers right here, he says--is there something else I can do for you, too? No, thank you, she says. Has Bill Malloy been giving you any headaches? asks John. Of course not, she says. Don't misunderstand, he says, I like him, he's conscientious, capable, a good boy, as far as running your fishing fleet is concerned, but that's as far as Bill goes, too (Boy?) Bill is doing the best he can, says Liz, handing him a cup of tea. But he's no Ned Calder, says John--I imagine by now you've realized how much you need Ned. Liz looks down. Malloy hasn't been able to take his place, has he? asks John. Well, says Liz, I never intended he should, I thought that Roger... If you thought Roger could run the business, says John, that was wishful thinking--he's no more a businessman than I am a fisherman--you need Ned back at the helm before you whole fleet sinks. That's not going to happen, insists Liz. I was just speaking allegorically, says John--Ned's ideal for the fleet, it's been his whole life--what you need is someone to handle the common business--it happens that what you really need is someone to handle your life. You sound like Ned, says Liz wistfully--those were almost his exact words when he asked me to marry him. (Liz you got a proposal?) Why did he resign? asks John--because you refused him? He had other things he wanted to do, says Liz evasively. That isn't the truth, is it? asks John. I told you what he said, says Liz. Ned Calder is one of the finest men I know, says John. You seem to be forgetting something, John, she says--I'm still married. Your husband left you 18 years ago, he reminds her--why should you be denied your freedom?

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I think I understand, says Liz--many, many years ago, a stranger came to Collinsport--he was mysterious as all strangers are, because you know nothing of the past--and that's where the mystery lies--he was very glib, this man, and had a way with him. What happened? asks Carolyn. I married him, says Liz--he was your father--Paul Stoddard. Did you love my father? asks Carolyn. Yes, I loved him, says Liz. You've never told me much about him, says Carolyn

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Sarah thinks it over and says no, not when you think about it--they had that large staff at Collinwood 18 years ago, and when Paul Stoddard left, Mrs. Stoddard fired all of them--the cooks, the maids, the butler, the chauffeur, all of them--they haven't had anybody else there since old Matthew the caretaker

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Well, says Vicki, walking around to stand beside him, there is a name on it--right there, B. Hanscomb. This is a very old ledger sheet, he says, was it in a book? No, says Vicki, it was in a pile of papers in a box. Did you notice if the box had a date on it? asks Garner. I'm afraid I didn't, says Vicki. It would have helped, he says. Do you know her name? asks Vicki. HER name? asks Garner. I know that at one point, there was a girl named Betty Hanscomb who lived in Collinsport. In that case, I'm afraid I can't be of any help after all, he says, the only Hanscomb I recall is the Collins' butler. The butler? Asks Vicki. You mustn't think Collinwood was always the way it is now, says Garner--it once took a large staff to run the place. Do you remember his name? asks Vicki. I haven't the vaguest notion, says Garner, he was always called Hanscomb. It began with a B, points out Vicki. Yes, so I see, says Garner, but I don't think I can remember--Burt, Ben, Brad?--no, no use. What is that list of names and the amounts of money opposite? Asks Vicki, sitting back down. Seems to be an old monthly wage list of the employees at Collinwood, he says. Were there that many? Asks Vicki. A large staff, he says, two chauffeurs, three cooks, upstairs maid, butler, housekeeper, gardeners, handyman--and on special occasions, they'd bring in a dozen extras to help--this must have been one of those times. It's hard to believe there was ever any real gaiety at Collinwood, remarks Vicki. Believe me, there was, he says, even after Elizabeth married Paul Stoddard--he rises. And it all stopped when he disappeared? Asks Vicki. Yes, says Garner, hands in pockets, I believe it was about that time. (Sounds evasive to me.) And that's when the servants were discharged? Asks Vicki. Approximately, he says, I told you, that was an old sheet. 18 years old? Asks Vicki. Could have been much more than that, he says, 20, 25 years--in those days, when an employee had a job at Collinwood, it was a job for life. Apparently not, seeing as they were all discharged, observes Vicki. I meant before then, he says. Do you think any of the others on that list might know about B. Hanscomb? Asks Vicki. Possibly, says Garner, but before you get your hopes up, I believe I should tell you all of them left Collinsport. All of them? asks Vicki, surprised.

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Not so long ago, says Liz, we talked about your father and me. I remember, says Carolyn. Liz, her back against the door, tells her, I'm sorry to say the romance between your father and me wasn't so much between us, but the Collins money and your father--but there was a man I loved very much. Did I know him? asks Carolyn. Yes, says Liz. Bill Malloy, guesses Carolyn in a gooey tone. No, says Liz, Bill was just a good friend. This other man--is he here in Collinsport? asks Carolyn. No, he wanted me to marry him before I ever met your father, says Liz. Did I know him? asks Carolyn. Yes, says Liz--Ned Calder. Why didn't you marry him? asks Carolyn,. I kept him dangling too long, says Liz, I took him for granted--Joe Haskell reminds me very much of Ned Calder as a young man--he's patient--to a point.

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There was someone who claimed to, says Liz, but that was a long time ago--my great-aunt, when she was a little girl--… a woman appeared to my great aunt just before she was rescued

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with the cemetery that that's 5 miles out on the North Road, leading out of Collinsport? Not intimately, but I'm aware of it's existence, says Roger. It seems that members of your wife's family, her ancestors are buried there--I should say WERE buried there.

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Naomi Collins 1781-1821

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Sarah Collins, Barnabas' beloved sister, who died at the age of nine

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They sorts through other items previously worn by Sarah, sister of the original Barnabas, Millicent and Joshua. Barnabas is especially touched when he finds one of Sarah's little dresses; it's clear Barnabas loved his sister very much.

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Sarah Collins' ghost appears and picks up the dress. My blue dress! she exults, and takes it away with her

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Barnabas claims that Josette's handkerchief was given to her by the Queen of France.

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Barnabas Collins: "Mercy? There was a time when I needed it. A time that I begged for it from those who could have so easily have given it. From those who could have understood and helped. But they chose not to. And now I choose not to."

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Sarah Collins once learned a secret about the room in the Old House cellar, but her father forbade her from ever revealing it.

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Sarah Collins once posed for a portrait.

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The legend of the widows is said to consist of three women, who are waiting for a fourth to join them. However, previously the ghosts of four widows attacked Matthew on Josettes command.

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It was established in previous episodes that Josette Collins was said to have jumped to her death from Widows Hill. However, no mention was made that she was the widow of Jeremiah at the time of her death.

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The Collins Family Bible offers the following birthdates: Roger Collins September 14, 1925; Elizabeth Collins Stoddard February 28, 1917; Carolyn Stoddard July 16, 1946.

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Victoria Winters, on her own, visits and departs the Blue Whale late at night. This would seem to be a bit remiss on the writers' part as it has been established that there is a curfew on Collinsport, and that no women should be out alone at night with the Collinsport Strangler still on the loose.

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Today’s date is given at April 10th, 1967. There’s really no way to reconcile the dates with the information given in this episode with 189’s happening on, or around, October 26, 1967 and 463 occurring on April 3rd, 1968. It’s not stated outright that this is today’s date unlike 189 and 463, but that is what seems to be the implication. The writers most likely forgot that they printed the date on the paper prop in episode 180. It's also interesting to note that the tape and air dates for this episode are far off from the date Elizabeth writes for her death. If we stick with the date given in 189 of October 26th 1967 then today’s date could be no earlier than sometime in December 1967. There is certainly no way to reconcile a date of April 10th, 1967 with 463 occurring on April 3rd, 1968, as the passage of time suggested between 268 and 463 is not that of a year, closer to a couple of months at the very most which fits with this episode taking place sometime in December 1967.

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Paul Stoddard speaks of having to put up with Carolyn for the last 2 years. Previously Carolyn's birth had been established as being 6 months after Paul "left", and then later Elizabeth told Carolyn she despised the way Paul ignored his daughter, so that pushed her birth up before this event, but not by any known amount. The family Bible says that Carolyn was born July 16, 1946 which would be almost 21 years previously when Elizabeth had been 29 years old (Elizabeth was born February 28, 1917)

In Shadows on the Wall, the series' bible, it was originally planned to be at this point where Victoria Winters would have learned the truth of her heritage. During the 1949 flashback, Paul Stoddard would have cruelly informed Elizabeth Collins Stoddard of his affair with Betty Hanscomb which produced Victoria. However, these plans had been shelved (despite the references to Betty in earlier episodes) when the production team decided that Victoria would be Elizabeth's illegitimate daughter instead.

Flashback, 1949, Collinwood: Jason forces Elizabeth to go into the basement room and look at the spot where he buried Paul and tells her she can just say he ran off. They leave and he hands her the key to the room.

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Joshua Collins, his father, who could have brought him peace but instead chained Barnabas in his coffin; Naomi Collins, his mother, a very quiet, gentle woman; Sarah Collins, his sister, who died at the age of nine with her doll - repaired by her brother the day before - in her arms. A

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Barnabas Collins (on Willie's reluctance to handle Jason's body): "You really are appallingly sentimental."

Willie Loomis (furious): "You wouldn't understand!"

Barnabas Collins: "Why? Because I never had a friend who died?"

Willie Loomis: "Did you?"

Barnabas Collins: "Yes. Once. Long ago."

Willie Loomis: "Was it Josette?"

Barnabas Collins: "No, she lived long before I knew Josette. She died when she was very young, and very innocent. She was very dear to me; I mourned her death for a long time."

Willie Loomis: "Never heard you talk this way before; you sound almost -"

Barnabas Collins: "Almost human?"

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Barnabas Collins (referring to the Mausoleum): "This was to have been our final resting place, but I never found rest - or peace."

Barnabas Collins (about his father): "He could have brought me peace, but he didn't He thought he was being merciful; what he did was no act of mercy."

Barnabas states that Sarah died before he ever knew Josette. This would ultimately be retroactively contradicted (or "retconned") in later episodes.

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eeping with established continuity, Barnabas Collins mentions Jeremiah Collins having built Collinwood. Of course, this was to be changed in later storylines.

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Elizabeth Collins Stoddard notes that there is a resemblance between herself and Naomi Collins; Joan Bennett would later play Naomi in the 1795 episodes.

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Carolyn confesses to having felt a chill herself when she tried on Millicent's 130-year-old gown, as if she was intruding on her ancestor's life.

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When relating his hatred for Jeremiah Collins to Willie Loomis, Barnabas Collins claims that he would have destroyed his rival if time had permitted. He reveals to his servant that Burke will be attending as Jeremiah Collins, who was an object of hate--the worst enemy Barnabas had--and, if time had permitted, he would have destroyed him. Tomorrow night, he might have the opportunity to do exactly that.

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Carolyn Stoddard claims that Millicent Collins' dress is from the 19th century when, in fact, it is from the 18th.

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His mood sours when he turns to the page featuring Jeremiah Collins' portrait in the album. Jeremiah stood in the way of Barnabas' and Josette's happiness, and he loathed him more than any other human being. Every moment he saw Jeremiah he longed for his death. And with Burke cast in the role of Jeremiah, they too will meet again tonight

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apparently reliving the night Josette died. She IS Josette, being pursued by. . .who? "He's getting closer!" cries Vicki/Josette--"He mustn't catch me!" Liz and Barnabas are concerned (well, Barnabas is afraid he's going to be exposed) and try to stop what's happening. "I've got to jump!" gasps Vicki. Just when it seems Vicki/Josette is about to reveal who her pursuer is, Barnabas leaps from his chair and shouts, "NO!!!", putting a stop to Vicki's trance. She falls unconscious to the table. Roger is pissed at Barn's stopping the seance, but Barnabas insists he was trying to avoid tragedy--Vicki was reliving the night of Josette's death

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[Sarah]'s been dead almost 200 years

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Sarah, who is behind him. Who are you, really? He asks, an where are you from? Collinsport, she responds--I lived on a hill in a big, big house until was about nine--ten--and then I got sick and everyone came to see me--and they were very, very sad. Because you were sick? Asks David. Because I died, replies Sarah. Be serious, insists David. I am, she says--I died, and everyone brought me such pretty flowers. If you died, what could you be doing here now? He queries. I don't know, says Sarah--I think I'm looking for someone.

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Carolyn brings David a sandwich up in his room, and they have a nice cousin-cousin talk. She was brought up at Collinwood, too, lonely and friendless, she tells him. She once had a friend, Randy, who used to play with her and bring her sea glass. He brought her a piece of green glass on her 10th birthday and never showed up again. To this day, she isn't sure if he was real or imaginary, but she still misses him

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. I know, says Bill, but--that's probably for me, I told the office I was coming here. Then you might as well answer it, says Liz. Bill does, it's for Liz--person to person, from Portland. Ned Calder! Says Liz excitedly. Why would Ned be calling here? asks Bill. Because I asked him to, says Liz, smiling--yes, this is she--hello, Ned, how are you?--I'm all right--the reason I phoned is, I'd like you to come back to work for me. Arms crossed, Bill listens. Right now--as soon as you can, says Liz--I know you have another job, but Ned, it's important--I wouldn't have asked you if it weren't--all right, that's all I want you to do--think about it--but quickly, please--goodbye. So you're not afraid of Burke, are ya? asks Bill--a few months ago when Ned Calder said he didn't want to work for you any longer, I remember you telling me you hoped you'd never see him again. Would you object if he came back? asks Liz. Object? repeats Bill, no, indeed--he's a good man, smart, fast, just the one to deal with a character like Burke. That's what I thought, too, says Liz. But you're not afraid of Burke, says Bill. Bill, please, says Liz. The man was your business manager for more than 15 years, Bill reminds her, and then he quits--you practically begged him to come back, did you know that? I merely asked him to think about it, she says. Put it any way you want, says Bill, it tells me the pressures are really closing in on you--and that's just what I was afraid of. All right, says Liz, so Burke does worry me--if Ned could help, why shouldn't I ask him to come back? No reason, says Bill, no reason at all--so that's why I'm telling you this, right now--with or without your permission, I'm going to stop Burke cold--and today!

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I am terribly sorry. You can not imagine how thirsty I am.

Barnabas Collins, Dark Shadows 2012 [imdbid-tt1077368], 23m:08s