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Message: <blockquote data-quote="80&#039;s Cha Cha Cha" data-source="post: 309110" data-attributes="member: 6964">Chapter 13    Barnabas Collins knew that Alexis Carrington had come to Collinsport to destroy him.  And he could have dealt with just her.    But Blake’s arrival and his subsequent conversation with the Carrington patriarch, told Barnabas that the tenuous existence he had tried to build for himself, after being shuttered away for so many years, was about to end.  And he was not about to allow that to happen.    He arrived at Collinwood, said a merry greeting to Mrs. Johnson, who had opened the door to him, then promptly found Roger and Elizabeth! They went into a rarely used study near the back of the house and closed the door…    “Blake Carrington seems of the mind that I once raped his wife and proceeded to molest both Fallon and Amanda. He has also accused me of not being a true Collins.  I think I have seen this man only once and I know nothing of what he is talking about.  I thought I would warn the two of you about what Carrington is alleging.  I would hate to have our family’s reputation hurt.” Barnabas told them.    Roger shook his head sadly and looked over at Elizabeth, who looked too appalled to speak.    “Barnabas, I am sorry that I could not warn you sooner.” Roger told him.    “Sooner?” Barnabas asked.    “Well I was aware that accusations against you had been made.  But they started with Adam Carrington.”    Barnabas nodded.    “Yes. He was there too.  Blake was alleging that Adam was my son… a product of the rape accusation.”    Now Elizabeth spoke!    “What in God’s name has gotten in to those two?!”    “Those three.” Roger corrected her.  “Blake, Alexis and Adam are determine to blame the misery of their lives on this family.”    “But why?” Elizabeth asked in a breathless voice.  “I wonder if Angela could shed some light on this?”    “Alexis has always been threatened by her presence in Blake’s life.” Roger noted.    Barnabas scoffed!    “Oh for the love of God, Roger, I was around then, remember? Elizabeth, Angela and yourself did nothing but try and make Alexis feel welcome into your inner circle.  It is certainly no one’s fault that the Collins, Carrington and Giobertti families go back generations.  And to be blunt, we wouldn’t be having any of this trouble if Blake had married Angela.”    “I know.” Roger sighed.  “But the heart wants what it wants.  And Tom Carrington liked Alexis for Blake.  I don’t think he would have wanted his son with a woman he had had for himself.”    Barnabas and Elizabeth looked at one another, before looking at Roger again.    “What did you say?” Elizabeth asked her brother.  Roger’s eyes widened briefly before answering.  He waved a hand.    “It was nothing I could prove, but I always suspected that Julia Cumson was Tom Carrington’s child and not Douglas Channing’s.”    Elizabeth gasped again!    “Roger! What a God awful piece of gossip to spread! Of course that isn’t true!”    “And yet you thought this why?” Barnabas asked, feigning concern.  “Dr. Hoffman had been unable to treat Julia Cumson and thought some problem with Angela lay at the root of things.”    Elizabeth now turned a hard eye on her cousin.    “Julia’s life with Tony Cumson did not turn out the way she wanted and she blames Angela for everything.  We all know that was why she could not be ‘treated’.  Really this conversation is in such poor taste.” she sniffed, just as Mrs. Johnson came in and quietly told Elizabeth that her husband was having trouble getting dressed for the wedding and needed her help.    Roger lifted a brow as Elizabeth excused herself and slowly left the study, knowing full well that she would have to submit to her husband’s deviant lust  as soon as they were alone.  Barnabas did not catch on to anything untoward and continued questioning Roger about what he had said…    “Roger, Angela is a close family friend.  I visit Falcon Crest in the summer and to be honest, I would hate for Alexis to hear of this and use it against her.”    “I would never dream of repeating what was only a suspicion, Barnabas.”    “And yet you did just now.” Barnabas said knowingly.    “Douglas confided in me.” Roger admitted. “It was something that HE saw between Tom Carrington when he visited Falcon Crest.  Douglas didn’t know the Carringtons that well and didn’t quite understand how far back our families went.  Tom’s wife was dead by then and at first, Douglas assumed that he was a father figure to Angela.”    “But that turned out to not be true?” Barnabas prodded.    “Douglas said that he stumbled upon Douglas pushing aside the opening of a blouse Angela was wearing, and that he boldly fondled one of her breasts.  Douglas said they did not see him but he was stunned at how Angela just allowed him to do it.  He suspected that she had ‘allowed’ him to do it before and probably much more.”    Barnabas tried to hide his shock and relief.  He now had something on Blake Carrington that he would not want to get around.  He decided he was going to stay and enjoy the wedding festivities without any fears or worries.       ****    The last two people Frank Hardy ever expected to see outside of his door, at the Collinsport Inn, were Blake and Alexis Carrington.  Alexis looked around the gaping young man and saw Randall standing in front of the portrait of Angelique Collins, seemingly entranced.    Blake spoke.    “Young man, you have something that belongs to my wife.  Something you took from her.  I want it back.” he said in a firm tone.    “WE want it back.” Alexis said and walked past Frank and into the room.  Randall turned around to greet Alexis, who promptly ignored her and reached for the painting.  They would leave the easel.  Alexis was sure Roger and Elizabeth had more than a few around Collinwood.    Frank turned away from Blake and followed after Alexis!    “What are you doing, Mrs. Carrington?”    “You heard my husband.  I am taking back what belongs to me.” she replied coolly.     “I know that Fallon took it from Collinwood for Barnabas.  I also know that you think this painting can stop him.  How?” Frank asked.   Alexis looked from Frank to Blake, who shook his head at her, warning her to say nothing to Frank.      “Barnabas wanted to see it.  It is a Collins family heirloom that I felt belongs over at Collinwood and not the old house, and Fallon disagreed with me.”  Alexis lied.    “Yes,” Randall said, “Fallon is a disagreeable person.”    Frank closed the room to the door and confronted the Carringtons.    “I am here in Collinsport because I believe Barnabas Collins is a serial killer.  I think he would have killed your daughter, Amanda, if had not been for Kirby Anders. I have no plans to leave here until I take him in.” Frank told them and Randall moved to his side, linking arms with her husband.    “Well that is quite unsettling to hear, Mr. Hardy.  But that has nothing to do with our painting.” Blake said. He looked at Alexis, who moved to his side, holding the portrait of Angelique.    “I just told you that Barnabas Collins hurt Amanda and you look as if you could care less.  But I don’t think that’s true, is it?” Frank asked.    “I think that what goes on in my family, is MY business alone, Mr. Hardy.  Now you and your wife have a pleasant day.  And do not come near Collinwood or Fallon, ever again.”  Blake told them coldly and he and Alexis turned to leave.    That was when Frank Hardy pulled out a gun! Randall let go of him but did not utter a word.  Blake and Alexis, however, slowly turned to face Frank.    “What is the meaning of this?” Alexis said in a low, hostile tone.  Blake grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him.    “You know, I am through being polite.  I know much more about Fallon and the lot of you, than I have ever let on.  I am not a judgy person.  I just wanted the criminal I came here to capture and that’s it.  And I know, Mrs. Carrington, that if you went to the trouble of having a member of the A-Team, get you this painting…one that had been in obscurity someplace, then it is indeed much more than a painting.  What happens to Barnabas Collins when he lays eyes on it?”    Alexis said nothing.  She stared him down before her eyes fell upon Randall.    “How does it feel to be married to someone who is in love with someone else?” Alexis asked blithely.    Randall shrugged.    “You tell me, Mrs. Carrington, since your husband is in love with your cousin.” Randall replied coolly.     Before Alexis could even think to react, Blake leaped for Frank Hardy’s gun!  Randall began screaming as the two men tussled but Alexis stood stock still and watched as the gun went off and Frank dropped to the ground!    Randall tried to run around Alexis, but Alexis stopped her, then shoved her hard! Randall went flying back towards a chaise and hit her head on a her purse, which contained a small, marble statue that she had stolen from Collinwood! Her head slammed against it and she slid down to the floor!    Blake frowned and walked over to her.  He felt the back of her head and it came up bloody!    “How is this possible? She didn’t fall hard enough to hit her head!” Blake groused.  Alexis walked over, picked up Randall’s purse and was surprised at how heavy it was.  She opened it and showed Blake the contents!    “I saw this statue in an upstairs hallway in Collinwood.  My, my!  Mr. Hardy’s wife has been busy!”  Alexis sniffed, setting the purse back down in the spot it had been in.  Blake took out a handkerchief and wiped down the purse, just as a loud knock on the door interrupted them.    “This is the Manager, Mr. Hardy! I heard a gunshot as did several other guests! Is everything alright?”     “Blake!” Alexis hissed.  “What are we going to do?”    Blake wiped the gun down quickly and placed it in Randall’s hand! He then nodded to Alexis as he hurried to the door and Alexis, worked up fresh tears!    Blake opened the door to the Manager…    “Thank God you came up! My wife and I were here visiting our friends and found them in the middle of a marital fight.”  Blake lied.  The Manager hurried in and Blake closed the door quickly!  The Manager hurried over to Frank and knelt down, before then rising and looking over at Randall.    “Mr. and Mrs. Hardy are still alive! My God! I’ll call for an ambulance!”    “Thank you, young man.  We’ll wait for them right here.” Blake said in a humble tone.  Blake and Alexis watched the Manager leave, closing the door behind him, before speaking again.    “You’ve been sleeping with Sable?” Alexis asked, her tone bordering on high pitched.    “Now, now, darling.  This is not the time to  be…”    “Oh yes, one would think that, wouldn’t they?!  With two people on the floor in need of care! But I want to know how long you’ve been sleeping with my cousin, Blake?”    “Look, darling, it was something that just happened and kept happening.  Maybe if you had told me the truth about what happened with Barnabas, it might not have happened.”    “What does he have to do with it?” Alexis asked, appalled.    “You changed, Alexis, with each child.  You changed and you went outside of our marriage, FIRST, to look for what you should have come to me for.  Your husband!”    “You were never home! You were never there! You were too damned busy building up Denver Carrington that you forgot that you had a wife!”    “I never forgot you, Alexis! But everything that I’ve achieved came with sacrifice! Nothing great comes for free…and while I was out making the name Carrington mean something, you should made sure that our children were ready to keep up our family name!”    “What does THAT mean?!” Alexis snapped.    “Let’s begin with Adam…”    “You mean the son that you think belongs to a dead vampire?”    “I mean the son that has went against me and married out of his class! He has no self control or real discipline!”    “And that is my fault?”    Blake looked at her.  Hard.    “You spent more time with him than I did, sadly, so yes, it is your fault!”    “Oh that’s rich! Go on, Blake! Do tell! How am I to blame for Fallon?”    “Fallon has trampy ways! You’re a tramp so that’s your fault too!”    Alexis slapped Blake in response! Blake grabbed some of her hair and they tussled until they both fell down onto the chaise! Blake threw Randall’s heavy purse aside and it went flying some distance away onto a floor.    The statue inside cracked.    But Blake and Alexis Carrington could have cared less as they managed to claw at one another’s clothing! They were only half undressed when Blake buried himself inside of his wife’s beautiful body, and a mix of emotions filled him. Things had not been this passionate or heated between himself and Alexis in years. Maybe since Steven had been a teenager.   He began to move within her assertively, grounding Alexis into the chaise with short, powerful thrusts until their bodies contorted, as if they had been hit with a succession of electric shocks.     Before Alexis could catch her breath, the sound of an ambulance approaching, along with police sirens, permeated her senses!    “Blake! What are we going to do?” she moaned and they hurriedly got up from the chaise and made their clothing look presentable, and their manner seem innocent.    “We’re going to tell the police that Frank and Randall Hardy are friends that were here for Jeff and Fallon’s wedding. We came to see them and found that they had been fighting over the fact that Randall was in love with Jeff and that Frank was in love with Fallon.  There is nothing we could do before Randall pulled out a gun and shot Frank, then tripped and knocked herself out.”      Alexis raised a brow.    “She knocked herself out?”    “Well, we’ll say that they struggled for the gun, Randall shot Frank but not before Frank pushed her and she fell.  Now just follow my lead, darling, and everything will be just fine.” Blake promised, reaching for his wife’s hand and squeezing it.  Alexis squeezed back, just as she heard the sound of many footsteps approaching the room.         ****    Things would not be just fine.    Jeff and Fallon’s wedding was postponed because Randall later died! Randall died from her head wound and Frank was fighting for his life in surgery.   Also, Sheriff George Patterson wasn’t stupid.  Blake and Alexis’s story just didn’t add up.    Roger and Elizabeth went down to the police station, along with Jeff, Fallon, Adam and Kirby.  Elizabeth’s no count husband, Jason, had decided to take a walk(or that’s what he said) and was nowhere around as well.  Carolyn, David and Mrs. Johnson were around someplace but not in the room where Barnabas was.    He was reveling in the Carrington family trouble and was now more sure than ever, that that whole family would end up leaving him alone, when he heard Mrs. Johnson open the door to someone.    It was Angela Channing!    Barnabas came out into the hallway and took in Angela’s demure appearance.  Mrs. Johnson took her coat and Angela thanked her before walking up to Barnabas.    “Well, Good Evening, Barnabas.  I just had to come when I heard all about Blake’s trouble.”    Barnabas frowned.    “How? I would have thought your plane would have just been getting in to California by now.” he noted.  He offered his arm and Angela took it.  They slowly walked into the sitting room.  Angela’s eyes swept over the gothic decor.    “This place has not changed one bit since the last time I was here.  I like that.” she noted as she let go of Barnabas and seated herself on the couch.    “Angela…what happened? I was told that Blake sent you on your way so he could come here alone.”      Angela smiled.    “My friendship with Blake has survived all of these years, because I have allowed him to assume that he can order me around.  There was a layover in Vegas, of all places, and I caught a direct flight here.”    “Philip could not have been too pleased by the last minute change.” Barnabas noted.    “Phillip does what I say, when I say do it.” Angela replied and Mrs. Johnson walked in and asked if either of them wanted anything to drink.  Barnabas requested two ice teas and the maid scurried off, remembering how sharp tongued Angela could be.    “You heard?” Barnabas asked.    “The news was on TV at an airport bar.  It’s just proof that Alexis will be the death of Blake.  What happened?” Angela asked in a no nonsense tone.    “I have no idea.  I left them in my house to come up here to attend Jeff and Fallon’s wedding…which was canceled.”      “You left them in your house? Why?” Angela asked.    “I awoke and found Blake in my sitting room.” Barnabas said ominously.  “I was so appalled I couldn’t think to kill him, before Adam and Alexis arrived.”    Angela didn’t like the sound of any of this! She slowly stood up.    “What happened?” she asked.    “What happened is that Blake implied that Adam was my son! That during my lovemaking with Alexis, she conceived a child.”    Angela rolled her eyes!    “You’re a vampire.  That isn’t possible.” she said, just as Mrs. Johnson returned and dropped the tray! Barnabas looked over at her and he realized the woman had heard what Angela had just said!    Mrs. Johnson stared at Barnabas, before slipping into yet another dead faint!  Angela rolled her eyes!    “Barnabas, be a dear and pick her up.  Lay her on the couch so we can resume our discussion.”    Barnabas did as he was told and picked up Mrs. Johnson and carried her over to the sofa.   He placed her down gently then stood back upright and faced Angela again.    “Now,” Angela said, “I think we both need to find out what is going on at the police station.”    Barnabas shrugged.    “I am sure Roger and Elizabeth are making sure that Blake and Alexis’s story holds up.  We don’t actually know they aren’t telling the truth.” he said.    “Everyone that knows anything about what happened at that inn, is at the police station.  I think we should both pay a visit there—together.” Angela told him.            ****    Willie Loomis sat in the Blue Whale Bar, nursing a scotch.  He had so little time to himself these days, that Willie was actually grateful for all of the trouble the Carringtons had caused in Collinsport lately.    The TV above the bar was blaring the news of Randall Adams’s death and who Frank Hardy was.  Willie shook his head.  That poor bastard.  When he got out of surgery he was going to be charged with killing his wife.    Or would he?    Willie had never thought that Sheriff Patterson was all that bright.  And in just the few times he had come into contact with Alexis Carrington, he thought her capable of anything.  It would be interesting to find out what Frank Hardy had to say when he woke up.  Apparently, the man had a father and brother that were on their way to Collinsport to be with him.    Willie’s back was to the door, so he did not see the four men walk in.  Three people got up and left when they spotted the big, black guy with a mohawk, turn the OPEN sign to CLOSED.  The older man nodded to a younger, good looking guy and the fourth part of their party, a guy wearing a baseball hat, approached the jukebox and began playing an old song by Patsy Cline called ‘Crazy’.    When Willie looked over and saw the man, a spark of recognition burned inside of his head, but he could not think of where he had seen the man before.  It was when Colonel Hannibal Smith and Lieutenant Templeton Peck a.k.a. Face, dropped on to the stools on either side of Willie, that a nightmare he had thought long forgotten, was suddenly dredged up and in his face!    “Loomis,” Hannibal said, lighting a cigar, “Private William Loomis, right? I have a memory for faces.”    Willie coughed!    “No.  You have the wrong guy.” Willie said and began to slowly ease off of his stool.  But Face pushed him back onto it!    “Your name is not Willie Loomis?” Face asked in a friendly tone.    “Yeah but I’m not the man you’re looking for.  I’d swear it!” Willie cried out.  Meanwhile, the bartender had tried to duck into the kitchen to call the sheriff, but B.A, Barracus followed him and pulled the phone off of the wall!    Hannibal grabbed Willie by the collar and pulled him off of the stool!    “Listen to me, you little weasel, you look exactly the same as you did, that day back in Nam.   You remember what day I’m talking about, don’t you?” Hannibal asked.    “No.” Willie squeaked quietly.    “Oh you don’t remember being part of our unit? You don’t remember hearing the same orders that the rest of us were given about our mission, and then conveniently disappearing before we had to carry it out? You don’t remember any of that?”  Hannibal asked in a low hiss, as to not attract more attention than they already were.    Willie now found his courage and said something that he knew down the road, could have damning repercussions for him.    “I was never there.  That was my twin brother, Wendell.”    B.A, and Murdock, who were now at the bar as well, along with Face, gave one another looks of amused disbelief.    Hannibal still had Willie by the collar.    “You expect us to believe that your twin brother pretended to be you in Nam? That you weren’t there?”    “I didn’t want to go.” Willie said calmly.  “I had things to do here.  Things I wanted to do.  In the end, I probably would have been better off if I had.”    Hannibal slowly let go of his collar.  Face spoke.    “Why would your twin brother have went to Vietnam for you?”    “Wendell was married and regretted it.  His wife had had a baby daughter and the pressure of it got on his nerves.  At the same time, he had went to night school and met some woman.  He had lied to her about being married and she got pregnant.  He had to tell her he was already married and it just got to him.”    B.A. raised a brow.    “Didn’t the women come here, looking for you?” he asked in a growly tone.    “Yes.” Willie replied.    Murdock, who mostly uttered crazy gibberish, now asked something in a calm, succinct tone.    “What happened to them when they arrived here?”    Willie looked at all of them.    “There’s a serial killer that has been running loose in Collinsport for over twenty years.  Both of Wendell’s women, ran into them, unfortunately.  Wendall told me about the mission before he disappeared  and left to go live in Russia.  But I’m not in a position to admit anything now.  Sorry.” Willie said, as he threw some money down on the bar and left.  They stared after him and Face looked at Hannibal.    “Do you believe him?” Face asked, knowing the answer.    Hannibal looked around at his men.    “Yeah, unfortunately, I do.  Loomis is looking at prison time for what he and his brother did.  He isn’t admitting anything. Collinsport is a dead end.”    “Yeah, especially for the people.” B.A. said.  “Because I bet that killer is still here today.”           ****    Jeff and Kirby calmly sat in waiting room chairs and watched Adam and Fallon argue at the police station…    “Our parents need a REAL lawyer!” Fallon snapped.  “You’ll just railroad them into jail!”    “I’ll have you know I have a Harvard Law Degree!” Adam snapped back.  “And why would I railroad them?”    Fallon glanced at Kirby but said nothing.  She turned and walked over to a clerk asking very sweetly to see Sheriff Patterson.  She was told Roger and Elizabeth Collins were talking to him now and felt somewhat mollified. They could probably get this overzealous sheriff to back off.    Jeff walked up behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders.    “Darling, I heard Adam calling Andrew Laird.  He will be here as soon as he can.  This is just a horrible mistake.” he whispered, kissing the back of her head.    Fallon turned into his arms.    “This is my fault.  I knew Frank had taken that painting and I did nothing to stop him.”    “You still have not told me what is so important about it.” Jeff said.    “I don’t know myself.  But Mother almost had a coronary when she found out Frank had it.” Fallon sighed, thinking of her lost love with him.  He was fighting for his life on the operating table and she was here, pretending to be engaged.  Fallon wanted to go over to the hospital and see how he was but didn’t dare.  She didn’t want to do or say anything, that would go against that atrocious story her parents had told the police.  Even SHE could lie better than that!    Meanwhile, Kirby rubbed on Adam’s arm.    “What happened at the old house?” she asked quietly.    Adam looked around and placed both of his hands on her shoulders.    “I thought my mother had went over to see Barnabas.  I didn’t want her with that fiend alone.  When I got there, I found my father there with him.  He said that he suspected Barnabas was my real father.”    Kirby gasped!    “Why would Blake say such an awful thing!”    “I suspect that was more for Barnabas’s benefit than mine.  But Father made it clear that he expected me to still marry Emma Channing.”    Kirby shook her head.    “Adam, I wouldn’t want you to lose everything…”    “I will lose everything if we can’t be together!  And Father is the one that’s going to lose if Andrew Laird can’t pull him out of this.  His and mother’s story makes no sense.  No one is going to believe that Randall shot Frank and then fell and hit her head afterwards! She was most likely pushed.”  Adam said grimly.    Kirby nodded and then looked around Adam.  Adam turned to see what she was looking at.    Barnabas and Angela had just entered the building.  Sheriff Patterson came out of the cell area and looked at Barnabas and Angela.    “Mr. Collins.  What brings you down here?” he asked.      “The Carringtons are old family friends of both of ours…this by the way, is Mrs. Angela Erickson.”    Angela walked up to Sheriff Patterson.    “I just had to come for Blake’s sake.  And to let you know that if I had to guess, I’d say poor Blake is covering for his wife and that she shot Frank Hardy and killed poor Randall Adams—alone.”    THE END    FOR NOW    The follow up to this tale will be called ‘Bleak Dynasty’.</blockquote>

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