What If Barnabas Collins walked into Merlott's...or Dark Shadows Vs. true Blood.
It's been a long night for Barnabas Collins. Far away from the comforts he enjoys in his native Collinwood, he strangely finds himself enjoying Bon Temp Lousianna. The reserved and gentlemenly Collins has not travelled here on vacation however, but in hopes to find some one who will at last help gain the love and peace that he has wanted.
He steps into Merlotte's and see's a young vampire couple enjoying True Blood. It is all he can do to keep from flying into a rage because....Angelique's curse has even denied Collin's peace in that.
Maintaining his composure, a gruffy young almost slob of a man walks up to Collins. "Welcome to Merlotte's! I'm Sam can we get you something to drink this evening." Collin's responds with the face of a man who has neither been at ease or at comfort for centuries but answers. "Thank you Sam. A warm brandy and some information please. I am looking for a man I knew a long time ago...A Mr. Bill Compton.
At that moment...a six foot nine broad Nordic blonde tree of a man walks in. His name is Eric and though he looks to be 24 or 25 he is older than Barnabas by hundreds of years. "Collins. Still walking around like a oil painting from the Victorian age? Any way...I promised you that if you showed your face in Lousianna again....you would pay. This would be where you use your last words to beg for mercy or something."
What If Barnabas Collins walked into Merlott's...or Dark Shadows Vs. true Blood.
ReplyDeleteIt's been a long night for Barnabas Collins. Far away from the comforts he enjoys in his native Collinwood, he strangely finds himself enjoying Bon Temp Lousianna. The reserved and gentlemenly Collins has not travelled here on vacation however, but in hopes to find some one who will at last help gain the love and peace that he has wanted.
He steps into Merlotte's and see's a young vampire couple enjoying True Blood. It is all he can do to keep from flying into a rage because....Angelique's curse has even denied Collin's peace in that.
Maintaining his composure, a gruffy young almost slob of a man walks up to Collins. "Welcome to Merlotte's! I'm Sam can we get you something to drink this evening." Collin's responds with the face of a man who has neither been at ease or at comfort for centuries but answers. "Thank you Sam. A warm brandy and some information please. I am looking for a man I knew a long time ago...A Mr. Bill Compton.
At that moment...a six foot nine broad Nordic blonde tree of a man walks in. His name is Eric and though he looks to be 24 or 25 he is older than Barnabas by hundreds of years. "Collins. Still walking around like a oil painting from the Victorian age? Any way...I promised you that if you showed your face in Lousianna again....you would pay. This would be where you use your last words to beg for mercy or something."