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Margaret Josette Dupres	By : Daryl_Wor Category: 1 through F > Dark Shadows Views: 1296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Shadows, nor Wadsworth from the movie Clue, and I make no profit. In fact I have spent a ton of money on what this is derived from. I've also gotten a lot of online hate for it. It's as taboo as it gets for me!

Chapter List
- 1-The Wedding Day
- 2-The Wedding Night
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A/N: Pit of Ultimate Spoiler Notes (which you are welcome to skip): Upon analyzing this set of stories further I think I understand this fear gained by Barnabas. The unbelievable concept that he could finally have this bride through remarkable circumstances leaves him in a vulnerable state of affection.

Considering Josette went over Widow's Hill under circumstances of decisions he made, but weren't necessarily his fault, shows himself to be a monster. Returning 170 odd years afterward, having lost cognizance over all the details and likely a full memory of Josette (again I fill in continuity gaps) Maggie Evans was originally a symbolic trophy of Josette rather than the real thing, and thus in his madness he kidnaps her, trying to brainwash her into what little he can recall of his Josette.

In "The Pit of Ultimate Dark Shadows" this yearning is revisited in a hypnosis regression where Maggie has trouble recalling that she IS indeed Josette as it is blocked by the repressed kidnapping. The two recollections conflict with one another. Before she can go back to that time period where Josette perished in 1795 she has to face the fact of being kidnapped, which had been blocked by Dr. Hoffman. After this is faced, her identity as Josette comes out.

With these factors in tow he has to earn forgiveness from this double, (or triple) entity of his love. Upon achieving this he is completely at her mercy, accepting this fate willingly.

And, as any complex woman who's reached that far might do, she takes advantage of it. ^_^ (Happy Valentine's Day)

Soundtrack Songs recommended for this chapter:

"Sakrileg" by Stoa & "Consecrated Lover" by Aurora Sutra

Chapter Two: The Wedding Night

"Even if I were to leave Collinwood tomorrow, I know that my feelings would not change. Wherever I go I would think of you. I would always have to fight that urge to come back to try and find you. That's why I know it's useless for me to think of leaving... you could not stay away because you know our destinies are one. That there is nothing, absolutely nothing that can keep us apart. ... I've dreamed about it for so long. I don't care about those things that I don't understand. Those things you said about our new life together. I only want to be with you. Don't let me go. Please, take me with you... Barnabas, please take me with you." – Josette Dupres

(DS Episode 420, Written by Gordon Russell)

When I entered Her it was the beginning of the most engrossing passion of my life… and when I say my life, I do admit to having this encompass who I am from the end of a scepter most obvious and to the provisions of a love most grand.

Of course, when we had stepped into this room, she knew that to have me there with her, was to remember an incarnation she knew and remembered easily. What else would this existence be for? To engage in an act so deep and bewitching... That's what we were here for… of course…

It was her room; the proof had been made clear. She was the same girl that I loved so long ago, not only in her looks, or in her very flesh, but her soul had spoken the truth. Josette had come back to me. I had not been so absurd to incarnate her in my mind, just a terrible fool compelled with bloodlust and a long absence of being alive, to see how to bring her out again. Others had to make this possible, and in this way, I know now, I am not alone, was not alone. And here she was again, for me, for us.

The door was shut, the candles were lit and the fire ablaze as we stood before each other, shuddering, saying nothing... There were no words to say. She smiled not, but her mouth opened and I saw what long ago had horrified us both... the sharpened teeth... her teeth... glints of moisture exposing something I never believed I'd expect from her, though somehow I welcomed it: a pearl barbed beauty. And yet... she had them not to feed upon the innocent, but mainly to feed upon me.

What once had cursed us, now altered, had blessed us.

She looked at my neck and I feared a violent move but no, she was removing the cloth from my throat, undoing whatever buttons there were along me with a determined fever and I began on her clothes in the same manner, whatever I could find to untangle from her wedding gown, fearing I'd tear it apart in the passion that had gained heavily on us as we had come hand in hand up the stairs. All objects from her hair came loose and fell to the floor. My nature was to place these articles somewhere carefully but there was no time to be lost, regardless of eons we had to enjoy each other in the future.

I had to yield down my arms to help her remove my coat and shirt. All was dropping on the floor and she began a half kneel to pull off more. I caught the sleeves of her dress as she lifted her arms up. I twisted my hands into the cuffs and pulled. The cloth coursed over her well shaped fingers, the nails now much sharper than they had ever been. I watched as her misty features slipped from under the last of this larger garment and revealed her divine face to me once more. She stood up again only in her slip.

With her brown hair, almost auburn and her form, so beguiling I took all in my hands and possessed her, as she had never let me possess her before. Still, it was up to her to dictate all of this, her pleasure being far more important than mine. The point is, that she had forgiven almost all I had done and… perhaps was prepared to chain me as I had chained her and I was ready for it. Believe me.

The fear I had… was uncertain. I most likely deserved anything I received, after threatening punishment so much, but at this point I could not care less. I wouldn't mind being wrestled to the ground and whipped as I deserved... by Her. Now however, I only felt pangs of further longing as her hands had taken me at the waist and she pressed her fingers in there, then released them.

She allowed me to let loose from this tension as I clenched at the front of this last garment between us. I stopped and she gave me a slow nod, the strength in her gaze telling me what to do. I reached both hands now in this grip and whatever this silky material had been was torn apart, floating away as our breathing marvelled at the stillness that came after. We were revealed before each other now, once only in spirit and now in flesh.

Yet I looked not away from her face. I reached for her, sliding my hands around her there, coursing fingers under her hair as she embraced me tightly. Kissing her, I closed my eyes and knew no need to gaze on her body now that it was pressed all over mine.

The incessant love I felt for my once lost Josette, was imploding on destiny toward this new bride, who was both her and Maggie Evans. And I sensed an unknown temptation of scintillation upon every aspect of my skin. What cared I for the blood of other mortals… when the blood of her inner soul was all that mattered to me?

We held each other and our lips more than touched, colliding and pursuing each other, but she was unveiling something more as our hearts quickened. She stepped me to the right and about so that I was almost falling backward onto the sheets and blankets that had been turned down.

Then she bit me with rage, and shackled me to her bed with her fists… and all that was glorious in it is unknown to any other mortal… not that *I* was that, of course. And neither was She at this point. She felt down my front with her hands and lips and a sharp pain took me on one side below. As she drained the blood from my hip I cried out in ecstasy… but that was only the beginning.

As my loins sprang to life, she licked the wounds she inflicted and I could only stare through the lace of her canopy, into the cracks of the ceiling and wonder. Had it really been so long? So long that this house had stood without so much love and drawn out with so many moaning ghosts? Oh… but would they ever moan as I was moaning now?

She now laid above me and we were one. In and out I flowed within her, the place where all life might begin, if I hadn't been so cursed to see it at the neck instead, but rather down below. She knew and will always know, what could please me. I had known that! My pulse throbbed with the intensity as she came upon me and we kissed… She responded violently, smarting my lips, but I welcomed it, her ivory pale legs wrapping around me in the thrust and jab of all that meant total completion between us.

I caressed her ribs and all nearby regions, not only her maternal flesh, but any surrounding there. Her sternum between, shoulders and gorgeously perfect clavicle I harnessed and slid my hands over, enjoying the belief and disbelief of all that we were sharing. She had her own tones of approval, leaning to kiss me, as she absorbed my breath in the inhale of a whisper, draping the soft linens over us.

As I felt her skin I speculated her beauty, her expression. She was pleased... and, dearest Heavens above... she was pleased... with me.

Of course, there was only firelight in this room, but it illumined her precious lips, which glistened upon my sight and intoxicated me further. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't. To look upon this love of which I'd desired so ceaselessly, as I'd pined so longingly, and finally had… after suffering the long awaited forgiveness only she could allow me. And of course, I had to release all inhibition of being in any control. It was her, and her alone who could be in control… of me.

What did I care, though? As we rolled off the bed and throughout the room, colliding from wall to wall, from one furnishing to another… all cares melted away, and her softly gasping laughter echoed with the fall of the objects from her vanity table… not that she was vain… Oh no! I'd prepared those things for her. And she had proven to me… that all she cared about… was I… and the delectation of our long awaited joy… as this was so obvious to me now… and… as we cascaded within each other, thanking each other, loving each other.

Along the floor we twirled and spun… the bed-clothes trailing around us, her upon me and surrounding me… and I within her, clenching her at the waist… adjusting to the furthest reaches of her inner beauty, as she clawed at my scalp, then ran her fingers down my neck and sank her teeth into my shoulder.

And her herald: Josette, though identical to her in beauty, and very likely, though not to my knowledge, also like her in the act of love... or perhaps the act of lust? But what is the difference in this instant? A combination of beauty assailed me as we suckled upon each other's flesh. There had been modesty earlier… but tonight? …not a trace could be found between her nor myself as we dined in passion on one another.

Of course, what else would be expected when we rolled close to the hearth fire and ignited ourselves so near of its flame that the sparks singed our skin? What sweet pain it was, too. Had we not already bruised each other with what had come before? What a comfort it would be to sooth the wounds inflicted by a love so divine?

Beside the fireplace we'd managed together to slide her back up along the paneling between it and the window. Her knees a firm embrace around my middle... my yearning never ceasing, my passion growing worse.

AND… when I had penetrated her so deeply in that place… that our lovemaking finally shook the portrait off the wall? Did she care? No… she laughed… for that painting was not her… she, the true her, was there, and I was within her and she was encompassing me so completely. And that was all she cared about.

Hearing her strong inhale I halted and we stared at each other. Her clasp below maintained and her arms wrapped around my shoulders, burrowing my face into her neck, but I would take nothing there, only carry her back to her bed where we would continue and did.

There may have been no Maggie Evans at all, if I had not loved that Miss Dupres, and met her again over a century later and known this fiery devotion for both. Ha! Of course, is it not like a man, to want more than one woman? And is it not easier for one to enjoy the pleasures of two at once, like this?

One might resent me for enjoying this so thoroughly… but thankfully, who I was with… both in spirit and in body and with intensity… loved me… and even if she wanted to chain me down, or lacerate me with either a branding or perhaps simply her exquisite cuspids, I cared not… as long as she stroked me, as long as she loved me… as long as she lovingly hurt me with a pain so unyielding as to set my sinews aflame.

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"And what did you think of that?" I asked later, as we lay in each other's arms upon her bed, "shall you tell me?"

"As we sit in the dark, Barnabas," she answered, "and you let me whisper… I will."

A/N: I believe I figured out how to add another chapter at this site. If you would like more, um... there is a lot more in one of the usual locations. Why do I mention that? Well, guests can easily review/comment there, and what the heck else do we share all this for? (Not sure what cat-pokes are. Sounds kinky. I shall have to ask Gomez & Morticia... *wink* )

P.S. Yes, I plan to have this published... on paper... get it the hell off the internet someday and under yer durn pillows! (Not to mention mine. This work healed my marriage btw.)
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