- Pearl finally encountered Quinn, who held her hostage in one of the Lawrence’s stables.
- Gene and Sadie were frantic trying to get back home to Pearl.
- Jude visited his mother at the sanitarium, who had no memory of her own son.
And now, Part 2 of the Season One Finale…
On the road back to Haven
“Gene, slow down!” Iva Lawrence cried, gripping the sides of her seat. “The road is slick from the rain!”
Her husband eased up on the gas pedal, dropping from almost 90 to 65. “Sorry love, but I just want to get home so Pearl won’t be alone.”
“We may not get home at all if you run this van off the road,” Iva warned.” She turned her head and looked out the rear window. “Sadie is still behind us. We don’t want to lose her.”
“She knows the way back Iva. She’ll catch up,” Gene reassured his wife. “Now quit your fussing.” He switched the windshield wipers to the superfast position, as the rain began to fall even harder, making it nearly impossible to see. “At least Pearl is inside, warm and dry,” he thought out loud, unaware of the danger she was in.
The Lawrence Farm, the stables
Damien Collins stood in the doorway, nostrils flaring and breathing heavily. He glared at his archrival, Quinn Nightshade, who was forcefully holding Pearl Tyler down on the floor.
“I said get the hell away from her, you fiend!” Damien yelled angrily.
Quinn let go of Pearl to turn to Damien. “Make me wolf-man,” he challenged, grinning evilly. “Now that I’ve found what I want, there is no way I’m giving her up.” He turned back towards Pearl. “She has a real man now.”
Quinn’s taunt was all it took. Damien charged him and grabbed him by the shoulders, easily lifting him up. His face was inches away from Quinn’s. “I’m warning you Nightshade. Don’t ever put your hands on Pearl again, or I will rip you to shreds.”
Quinn was not intimidated by Damien’s threat. “You don’t scare me.” Then he smiled. “So her name is Pearl? How lovely. It matches her skin. So creamy and flawless—“
Damien’s right fist violently connected with Quinn’s cheek and the punch sent him flying back into the hay. Pearl was still on the ground, but sitting up and watching the fight with frightened eyes. Damien quickly went to her and helped her up, wrapping his arms protectively around her. “Are you okay?” he asked.
She looked at up him and nodded. “If you hadn’t come when you did…he…he…he would have raped me,” she replied, her voice shaking with fear and disgust. “He’s insane.”
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Damien said. But before the two could leave, Quinn, recovered from Damien’s attack, pounced on his enemy. Damien let out a cry as Quinn brought him to his knees with one hand. Quinn dug his nails into Damien’s shoulder, and he grimaced.
Quinn turned his attention to Pearl. He opened his mouth and she gasped when she saw the sharp fangs protruding out.
“Now my dear Pearl,” he hissed at her, you’re going have to make a choice. “Leave with me, and Damien will be unharmed. But if you choose to stay here, I will make this little wolf my next meal.”
Pearl stared in disbelief. “God, you’re depraved.” She could feel bile rising in her throat.
Quinn tightened his painful hold on Damien’s shoulder. “Don’t go with him Pearl,” Damien said through clenched teeth.
“Oh, how romantic!” Quinn shouted. “You would die for this fair damsel. Well, you’ll get your chance Collins. Do you have any last words for Pearl before you depart this earth?”
Damien didn’t answer. He just looked at Pearl, tears falling down his face from both the pain of Quinn’s hand on his shoulder and believing he had failed to save Pearl.
“Wait,” Pearl suddenly said. She looked at Quinn with a softened gaze. “Let Damien go, and I’ll leave with you willingly. Perhaps you’re right. Maybe I am better off with you.”
She walked over to him and stroked his arm. He looked at her then grinned widely. He released Damien, who fell to the floor clutching his shoulder, spasms of intense searing pain coursing up and down his arm.
“You’re such a pathetic waste of space,” Quinn spat at him.
He turned to Pearl and took her hand and she put it up to her face. Then she suddenly opened her mouth and clamped her teeth hard down on his hand. He screamed. She kneed him in the groin and he fell to the ground.
“Stupid freak,” she said to him coldly. “I wouldn’t go with you if you were the last man on earth. How do you like being on the receiving end of a bite?”
By this time, Damien was standing. Pearl went to him. “Let’s go now.”
As they turned to head out of the stable, Gene, Iva and Sadie were coming in. All three looked incredulously at the scene before them.
Harmony Hills Mental Hospital
Jude Nightshade was preparing to leave when the door to his mother’s room opened. A handsome young man with short dark hair entered. “Oh hello,” he greeted Jude pleasantly. “I was just coming in to check on Ms. Grant.” He held out his hand. “I’m Doctor Rowan Farrell.”
Jude shook the doctor’s hand and smiled. “I haven’t seen you here. Are you new?”
Rowan nodded. “I’ve only been here for two months. I work second shift, but I switched with another doctor who needed the day off because his wife is having gall bladder surgery.”
Jude looked at his mother, then back at the doctor. “Does my mother ever talk to you?”
Rowan sighed. “Yes, but small talk—about the weather, what she ate, what programs she watched on the TV in the dayroom.”
“She never mentions me or my brother?”
He shook his head. “Whatever trauma she suffered must have been that great for her to forget she has children. Sometimes she mentions a man but she doesn’t tell me his name or how she knows him. But when talks about him, which isn’t a whole lot, she gets frightened.”
A grim look crossed Jude’s face. “It has to be my father. He was a very domineering person and prone to violence. The relationship between he and my mother went downhill years after I was born, and she moved us to get away from him.” He couldn’t reveal that his father was really a vampire. Otherwise, he’d be locked up beside her.
The Lawrence Farm
“We’re too late,” Gene lamented. “Dammit! We should have been here!”
“It’s my fault,” Pearl said, feeling guilty. “I should have never come outside, but I was restless and the baby—“
“It’s not your fault,” Iva soothed. “It’s that monster over there. He just couldn’t stay away.” Her eyes shot daggers at Quinn, who eased himself off the stable floor, holding the hand that Pearl bit in defense.
Quinn looked at everyone. “You all lied to me,” he seethed. “You’re a bunch of self-righteous hypocrites. But I told you I would find her.”
“And now that you have found Pearl, you can forget about her, go home and leave her alone,” Gene barked.
“I won’t,” Quinn retorted defiantly. “You know how I suffered after Megan was murdered. While all of you cavorted happily, I was mourning in darkness. Well no more.” He gazed at Pearl.
Pearl made a move towards him. Damien tried to block her, but she pushed him away. “Pearl, don’t,” he warned. But she ignored him and continued.
She stopped a few inches from Quinn. “I can’t go on like this.” She turned around to look at Damien and the Lawrences. “He knows I’m here now. Why continue to hide?”
“But Pearl!” Gene objected.
“No, enough is enough. Look at me! I’m nearly five months pregnant and in danger of losing my daughter due to all this drama,” Pearl argued. “If I have to be stuck here in this nightmare of a town until I give birth then I will do it out in the open without being treated like a prisoner.” She turned back to Quinn. “Come and visit me if you like. I’m not going anywhere for a while.”
Damien was horrified. “Pearl, you don’t mean any of this. Look at what he tried to do to you earlier! Remember how he made you feel!”
“He won’t try anything now that I’m no longer forbidden fruit. I won’t let him.” She gave him a withering glance. “This is strictly going to be platonic. No groping, no molesting, none of that ‘I’m going to learn to want you junk.’ The minute you try anything sexual, that’s it. You won’t be able to come around and you’ll have to find another redhead to bother. Do I make myself clear? If I don’t make it through this pregnancy, it will be on your hands Quinn. My baby girl depends on you being a gentleman.”
There was a moment of awkward silence. Damien couldn’t believe what he was hearing and Gene, Iva and Sadie were too shocked to say anything. Pearl was basically handing herself over to Quinn.
Finally, he spoke. “I would never harm your child Pearl. I promise I’ll keep it friendly. If that’s the only way I can see you, then that’s how it’s going to have to be.”
“I think you should go now,” Pearl said in a steely tone. “You’ve done enough damage for one day.”
Without saying a word, Quinn began to leave the stable. On his way out, Damien grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it tightly in a similar gesture of revenge. “Remember what I told you. You do anything to Pearl and I’ll kill you,” he whispered into his ear.
“Don’t worry Damien. I’m going to be a perfect gentleman, like Pearl wants me to be. I’m not an animal like you.” He grinned sardonically and Damien desperately fought the urge to attack him again. He let go of him and Quinn strolled out of the stable.
Damien focused back on Pearl. “You can’t do this. It’s too dangerous. You don’t know the kind of man you’re dealing with.” He rushed to her and took her into his arms. “I’m going to do everything it takes to protect you.”
The Lawrence farm, later that evening
Pearl was in her basement bedroom sleeping and Gene was in the den, listening to the radio. While he tried to concentrate on the music, his thoughts were still on what happened in the stable. He tried to rationalize Pearl’s decision to not hide from Quinn Nightshade and while most of it made sense, he still couldn’t fathom the idea of him having access to her—not to mention Quinn coming onto the farm at his leisure. But she was going to be in Haven for the next four months until the baby was born and he had wondered if he and his family could have actually hidden her all that time.
While Gene was trying to comprehend the situation, Iva and Sadie were in the kitchen drinking hot tea, listening to the rain steadily fall on the roof, blissfully unaware that their aborted attempt to raise the ghost of Megan Manning was about to come to fruition…
The Nightshade residence
Quinn was lying in bed, unable to get to sleep. Not only was he constantly thinking of Pearl, he also was concerned about his brother. Jude had come home earlier that evening in a very depressed mood. He finally admitted to him that he had been visiting their mother and when Quinn pressed him as to why he refused to tell him that’s where he had been going for the last few weeks Jude told him he was afraid Quinn wouldn’t approve. And while he didn’t, he understood the need for his brother to visit her. He had always been closer to his mother. He shared more of her human traits, unlike himself, who had inherited their father’s lust for blood—and sex.
His thoughts turned back to Pearl. In another time, she would have never been someone he would go after, a middle-aged pregnant woman. But after Megan’s death, he was desperate for familiarity and normalcy and that’s what she brought to him. Not to mention, Damien was interested in her and the thought of him seething with fury knowing he could see Pearl anytime he wanted to now pleased him very much.
He got out of bed and walked to the sliding glass doors which led out into the backyard. Megan’s grave was visible from the glass. He stared out into the damp night. The rain was falling a lot lighter now.
Suddenly he saw a white glow that seemed to be hovering over the grave. Mesmerized, he watched as the white glow began to form a shape—that of a woman. The white glow turned into a long, flowing gown. A red flame emerged above the white gown. Then to his shock, he realized what the glow was becoming—an image of his dead love, Megan Manning.
He tore open the doors and rushed out into the yard, ignoring the cold rain that pelted his naked torso. Heading straight for the grave, his eyes widened when Megan began to walk towards him.
“Quinn,” she called to him. She stretched out her arms.
He ran for her. But as he tried to touch her, a sudden blast of cold air pushed him into the rain-soaked ground. She loomed over him. Her beautiful face twisted into an ugly mask of horror and her eyes glowed an eerie yellow, like that of a black cat.
“Megan, my God!” he cried.
“I’ve come back Quinn,” she cackled. “I’ve come back to haunt you.”
“No, this can’t be happening!” he protested.
“I’ve been summoned to keep you away. I have been told someone here is in terrible danger of being harmed by you,” she said.
Thunder rumbled in the distance and the wind started to blow. Quinn got up, shivering violently as he continued to look at Megan’s ghost, frightened at her demonic appearance.
“Who summoned you?” he asked, hugging himself to ward off the driving wind and cold raindrops.
“It doesn’t matter,” Megan’s spirit replied cryptically. “What matters is that there is a woman in this town who needs to be protected from you.”
“Christ—Pearl,” he whispered, running his hands through his short hair.
“Leave her alone, or face my wrath!” Megan hissed at him.
“But why?” he wailed at her. “I’ve done nothing to you Megan. I loved you!”
“The truth will be told Quinn,” she said mysteriously. She then began to fade away.
“No, wait!” he yelled. But it was too late. She was gone. There was nothing but blackness.
Overwhelmed with a mixture of fright, sadness and longing, Quinn dropped to his knees and began to sob, his tears mixing with the rain that soaked his face.
The Lawrence Farm, Pearl’s bedroom, minutes later
A blinding white light flooded through the windows, causing Pearl to awaken from her slumber. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. Thinking it was Damien, she got up and headed toward the windows. She opened the curtains. A gorgeous woman with red hair, dressed in a glowing white gown stood before her. Pearl was startled to say the least. She almost didn’t look real.
The woman smiled at her then quickly faded, putting the room in darkness once more. Pearl quickly shut the curtains, standing there. It couldn’t have been a ghost, she said to herself. But after everything that’s been happening, it wouldn’t surprise me.
Seconds later, the bedroom door opened and the lights came on. It was Iva, dressed in a pink robe. “Are you okay? There was this bright white light that woke me up. It passed by my window and I saw it heading down towards your room.”
“I think I’ve just seen a ghost,” Pearl told her.
Iva stiffened. “A ghost?” she said, trying to remain nonchalant. “You’re joking.”
“I don’t think so. She was glowing. She had on a white gown and her hair—it was red like mine. She just looked at me, smiled, and faded away. It was spooky.”
Iva fought to control her emotions. She then knew her spell had worked. Megan Manning was back. Now you’re safe Pearl, she happily thought. And Quinn will rue the day he ever set foot onto this farm. Megan will take care of everything…
Dark Haven will return for Season Two in January 2011. Look for a preview of Season Two next Monday.
Megan Manning will be represented by Mad Men star Christina Hendricks.