- Quinn’s unwelcome visit to the Lawrence farm escalated into a violent confrontation between Quinn and Gene.
- Iva stopped Quinn from draining Gene’s blood.
- Quinn and Gene’s fight changed Iva’s mind about helping Sadie resurrect Megan from the dead.
- Quinn paid a final goodbye to Megan.
- Iva and Sadie began the spell to raise Megan’s ghost.
- The Collins family changed into werewolves; Damien paid Pearl a nighttime visit while in his wolf form.
The next morning, the Lawrence Farm
Pearl Tyler stretched and yawned while looking out the window of her basement bedroom. The sky was blue, but thick clouds were forming, promising afternoon rain. The trees and the bushes were swaying back and forth in the wind.
She sat down at a vanity that was against the right wall of the room. She picked up a hairbrush that Iva had given her and she began to brush her long red hair. She began to think back to late last night, when Damien Collins had paid her a visit while in his werewolf form. It was still somewhat impossible for her to believe she had really seen the creature.
There was a knock at the door. “Come in,” she said.
It was Iva Lawrence, holding a dress. “I have something for you Pearl.” She came into the bedroom and headed to the vanity.
Pearl smiled and took the dress from her. It was a long pale yellow dress, short sleeve with pale blue flowers. “I know it’s not exactly fashion-forward, but I was rummaging around in my chest last night in the attic and I found it. It’s pretty old as you can see, because it’s a lot smaller than me.” Iva laughed and patted her stomach. “Thirty years of marriage will do that to you.”
“It’s pretty Iva, thank you,” Pearl replied sincerely.
I thought with your red hair and coloring, it would look good on you. I have some other dresses that don’t fit anymore but I kept them for sentimental reasons. You’re welcome to them.” She smiled at her and began to head for the door. “Breakfast will be ready soon, so make sure you come on up.”
‘I’ll be there as soon as I get dressed,” Pearl told her.
The Lawrence kitchen, same time
“Okay, thank you very much Officer Hopkins,” Gene said pleasantly into the phone. I’ll be there within a few hours.”
He put the receiver back on the cradle mounted to the wall, then looked at his niece, Sadie Todd. “Well, that’s all settled. Officer Hopkins said we can pick up Pearl’s car in the impound lot. I know she’ll be glad to get her possessions back. You can drive the car back to Haven.”
Sadie clapped her hands together. “Great! It’s been so long since I’ve driven a real car, instead of that big boat you call a van.”
“Now watch it girl,” Gene playfully warned. “That van has gotten me through snow and ice and it hasn’t failed me yet. You’d be lucky to find such reliable transportation.”
He patted her shoulder. “We’ll tell Iva as soon as she comes back up from checking on Pearl.”
A worried frown formed on Sadie’s face. “What if Quinn comes while we’re away?”
“Ah, don’t worry about that. Iva will be here to ward him off. She’s got that bat you know.”
The two laughed as Iva entered the kitchen. “What’s so funny?”
“We were talking about your baseball skills,” Gene replied, still chuckling.
Iva grinned at her husband and niece. Then the phone rang. “I’ll get that. I bet you it’s Damien, wondering how Pearl is. I swear that boy is in love.” She picked up the receiver. “Hello, Lawrence residence. Oh hello Marjorie, how are you?” After a few moments, Iva’s face went from happy to dismayed. “Oh no, I plum forgot all about that, I’m sorry! But something has come up and I can’t make it for a while—no, no, no, I’m not trying to get out of helping you make pies, but I just can’t come right now—all right Marjorie, all right, I’ll come and help! But only for a few hours, then I have to hurry back home. I’ll see you soon. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone and shook her head. “Bad news guys. Today is the day I’m supposed to help Marjorie Little and her quilting club bake pies for the farmer’s market this Saturday in Bigelow.”
“What are we going to do now?” Gene asked, getting concerned. “We can’t leave Pearl alone while we’re all out.”
“Well, Damien should be coming over later this morning,” Sadie helpfully offered.
“Yes, but we can’t count on that,” Gene said.
“If I don’t help Marjorie and those ladies, I will never hear the end of it until the day I die,” Iva insisted. “I’ll tell Pearl to stay in the basement until we return, and we’ll lock the farmhouse up tighter than a steel drum.”
Gene sighed. “I guess we have no choice. I just hope your threat you made to Quinn yesterday keeps him away at least for today.”
Pearl came into the kitchen just then. “Well how do I look?” She twirled around slowly, showing off the yellow dress.
“You look gorgeous! That dress fits you like a glove,” Iva said, taking Pearl’s hands in hers. Gene and Sadie nodded in agreement.
Pearl looked down at her lavender slippers. “The slippers really don’t match, but it’s all I have until I get my car back.”
The three Lawrences looked at each other. “Pearl, I have some good news and some bad news,” Gene spoke up. Which do you want to hear first?
The Nightshade residence, same time
Jude Nightshade grabbed his gray tweed jacket that hung on the coat rack by the living room door. Slipping it around his shoulders and arms, he walked out of the house and towards his car.
He was glad his brother Quinn had already left the house. He didn’t want to tell him where he was going, and where he had been going for the last few weeks. If Quinn could be secretive about his comings and goings, so could he.
The Lawrence farm, after breakfast
“Now remember what we said Pearl,” Gene said to her in a tone similar to that of a teacher. “Stay in the basement. We’ll go over to the Collinses on our way to Bigelow and tell them you’re here alone. Damien will check on you. I’ll tell him to come and rap on your bedroom window three times. That will let you know he’s here, and you can let him in.”
Pearl nodded. “You don’t know how terrified I am right now. Just get back as soon as you can,” she told him.
“Sadie and I should be home in a couple of hours, after picking Iva up.”
“Sorry I couldn’t stay with you Pearl, but this commitment to the Bigelow Quilting Bees came first. The only thing that will get you off the hook with Marjorie is your own death,” she explained.
Pearl nodded again. “I understand. Be careful.”
Iva, Gene and Sadie left the kitchen. Pearl watched them leave and then stared out the window. The sky was turning gray. She hoped Damien would come soon…
York, Pennsylvania, Greenline Paper Company
“Stop being so secretive Julie,” a man’s deep voice sharply demanded over the phone. “Why won’t you tell me where she is?”
A black leather office chair swiveled rapidly around to reveal a man, with curly hair, prominent cheekbones and wide-set blue eyes with an exasperated look on his face. He was attractive in a unique way.
“Julie, we can both get on with our days and I will leave you alone if you just tell me where Pearl is.” He sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Yes, I know I was a royal jerk and I’ve hurt her, but that’s why I want to see her.”
Duncan Tyler rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes. “I want her back Julie. I want to give our marriage a second chance. So please, please tell me where she is.”
Bigelow Maine, early afternoon
“I can’t believe this van’s battery went dead! Dammit it all to hell!” Gene cursed, pounding the side of his van with his fist. He was stuck in the impound lot of the police station.
“Not only that, Pearl’s car is extremely low on fuel,” Sadie bemoaned. “I’ll never make it back to Haven. We could try using the jumper cables with her car, but I’m afraid it will run out of juice during the process. I’ve got to get some around here first. She gave her uncle a worrisome look. “What are we going to do Uncle Gene?” Pearl is home by herself and there’s no telling if Quinn is there looking for her.”
“Here’s what we’re going to do.” Gene looked at his niece sternly. “You’re going to find some petrol, then come back and we’ll jump the van. As soon as this thing starts up, we’re going to hightail it back to Haven. Now get going.”
Sadie hopped into the Chevy Cobalt, started up the engine and drove off the lot. As Gene watched her leave, he furiously prayed Pearl would be okay until the got home. How wrong he was…
The Lawrence farm, the barnyard
Despite Gene’s warning, Pearl had to go outside and get some fresh air. Being alone in that big farmhouse had begun to wear on her. She started going stir crazy and the baby inside her was restless. The Lawrences had no computer. Their TV had only regular channels. The only items around for entertainment were books, a radio, playing cards and old magazines. Taking a leisurely walk around the farm probably would do her some good, and it wasn’t that much of a strain on her body.
Despite the threatening skies above, no rain had fallen yet. The wind was still whipping around. Pearl had found a white cardigan sweater in the basement closet that looked like it belonged to Sadie. It was a snug fit, but at least it helped to ward off the chilly air somewhat. She had also found a white pair of sneakers in the same closet, and slipped them on.
Pushing her hair out of her face, she casually walked around the grounds. She heard chickens clucking from their coop and in the distance, a few cows were grazing by a small pond. It was a scene straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting.
Pearl walked toward the stables. There were two of them. Iva had mentioned one of them was empty and used for occasional storage. The other one housed an old workhorse named Dexter that the family kept as a pet.
Pearl decided to pay Dexter a visit. She pushed open the stable doors. But the horse wasn’t in his stall. Puzzled, Pearl decided to see if maybe he was lying down and that’s why she couldn’t see him.
Pearl looked down. Dexter was lying down alright—and there was a man, dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans, squatting down next to the horse, his head buried in its hide. The animal’s eyes were open but they were glassy. It was apparent to Pearl the animal was dead or dying.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Pearl cried out to the man on the floor of Dexter’s stall.
Startled, the man turned his head and looked up. Pearl saw streaks of blood coming from his mouth, which revealed a set of small, sharp fangs. A wave of terror and nausea flooded her body as she realized that the man in the stable with her could only be Quinn Nightshade.
Quinn jumped up and stared at Pearl. He instantly fixated on her long red hair and pale skin. He readily deduced she was the woman everyone was trying to hide from him. He took out a handkerchief from one of the pockets of his leather jacket and wiped his mouth, putting it back in his pocket. Then he leered at Pearl.
“Hello sweetheart,” he said, as if greeting a lover.
Pearl backed away in fear. “No!” she screamed. She began to run out of the stable, holding her stomach, desperately trying to make it from the house.
Quinn was on her heels. “Where do you think you’re going? Come back!” he cried out to her.
Pearl had passed the chicken coop when she realized she couldn’t make it anymore. She was out of breath and the baby was kicking ferociously. She turned around. Quinn was nowhere in sight.
Thinking she had escaped, she began to walk towards the farmhouse. Then all of a sudden, two arms covered in black leather reached out from behind the chicken coop and grabbed her.
“No!” Pearl shrieked. “Let me go!”
Quinn let out a chuckle that dripped with menace. “Never. I’ve waited a long time to find someone like you,” he breathed into her ear. Pearl tried to struggle, but Quinn’s superhuman strength was no match for her.
It started to rain. Quinn lifted Pearl into his arms and began to carry her back to the stables, ignoring her tearful cries to be released.
Harmony Hills Mental Hospital, Harmony, Maine
Jude sat in a blue armchair, watching his mother sleep. He had been visiting her all morning and into the afternoon. As usual, she did not recognize him when he came into the room. Even though her condition remained the same it still pained him that she no longer knew he was her son. He blamed his father for his mother’s illness. Vampires have no business messing with humans, he thought to himself. And it was a stance he wished his brother would adopt as well. But as long as he thought this mystery Megan lookalike was in Haven, he wouldn’t rest until he found her.
The Lawrence Farm
Pearl awoke to find herself lying on a blanket in some hay inside the stable. Standing over her was Quinn with the same leering grin on her face when he first saw her earlier. Despite her terror, she was surprised to see this average-height, small built man with an oddly handsome face staring down at her. She had either pictured a giant, muscle-bound ogre or something closer to Nosferatu. She started to tremble, afraid of what he would do.
He knelt down beside her. “I see my sleeping beauty is awake now,” he murmured. He reached down to touch her hair.
Pearl slapped him away. “Don’t touch me you monster. I know all about you. You’re demented. Can’t you see I’m pregnant? No man in his right mind would kidnap and grope a pregnant woman!”
Quinn was undeterred. “I’m not like any man you’ll ever meet my dear, and as for your delicate condition, it doesn’t bother me in the slightest.” He gazed at her intently. While she wasn’t as sensuous as Megan, she was still very pretty, and she had an ample chest like hers as well. “Tell me your name,” he said.
“I’m not telling you anything, you freak. You let me out of here or I’ll put a stake through your heart!” Pearl threatened, both scared and angry at the same time.
Quinn let out a peal of laughter that made Pearl shiver even more. “At least you have a sense of humor I see. He cocked his head toward the stable door. “You hear that rain? It’s pouring buckets out there. No, we’ll just stay here for a while.”
Pearl decided to try another route. She relaxed herself and softened her gaze. “The rain doesn’t bother me. Please let me out of here Quinn.”
But he was unmoved. “No,” was his cold reply. “I don’t want you to get sick. I want you healthy and strong. I’ve waited a long time for someone like you and I’m not losing you.”
“But you don’t even know me!” Pearl cried. “This is madness! What is it with you men in this town and your sudden sexual advances? You must be hard up if you’re chasing after pregnant women.” She scooted away from him, but he moved closer.
“Oh I see. Damien,” he spat condescendingly.
“He may be affectionate but at least he doesn’t kidnap and try to molest pregnant women,” Pearl argued.
“He doesn’t deserve you. He’s a wolf, a mongrel, not fit to even look at you,” Quinn said icily.
“Well you’re no Prince Charming Quinn. You’re a vampire mutt with no morals. I wouldn’t be with you if I was paid money to,” Pearl retorted. She attempted to get up but Quinn easily pulled her back down on the blanket.
He leered at her again and she looked away in disgust. “You’ll learn to want to be with me my dear, and that will be very soon.” He pulled her face towards his. But before Quinn could make another move, the door to the stables tore open. Standing in the doorway, drenched from the rain and huffing and puffing from adrenaline and anger, was Damien Collins.
“Get the hell away from her,” he growled.
Gene had finally gotten his van started and he was back on the road. Haven was only a half hour away. Sadie and Iva were behind him in Pearl’s car.
Speeding along the country roads, he was anxious to get back home. But he nor his wife and niece had any idea what was taking place in their stable right now…
Coming up on the second part of the season finale:
- The ghost of Megan Manning is successfully resurrected.
- Quinn’s attempt to kidnap Pearl is violently thwarted by Damien, who vows to kill him.
- Pearl, tired of hiding, makes a decision that doesn’t sit well with Damien and the Lawrences.
**The character of Duncan Tyler is being represented by Benedict Cumberbatch, star of Sherlock.