Episode 4-5: Father Figure

Previously:

  •  Damien brought Pearl home from the hospital and again proposed marriage.
  • Pearl again turned down his proposal, fearing Quinn would go after him and his family.
  • Iva told Pearl and Damien Bridget Walsh was dead and she believed Christoph Nightshade killed her.
  • Astrid argued with Detective Morgan about the real cause of Bridget’s death.

Friday, November 1st
The Lawrence Farm, late afternoon

Pearl Tyler was on the front porch swing, gazing out at the countryside around her. The sun was starting to lower in the sky, which was a brilliant mixture of light blue and a rosy pink. A slight breeze had begun to blow but the weather was still mild.

Every now and then Pearl felt a gentle kick inside her stomach, which amused her. The baby was starting to get really active and she remembered her obstetrician at St. Mary’s telling her this was the time of the pregnancy when the baby would start moving more. She softly placed her hand on her stomach and smiled. “I might just have to sign you up for football lessons if this keeps up,” she joked.

She closed her eyes and sighed. It had been a long and trying day. First there was the news of Bridget Walsh’s death, and while Pearl was extremely relieved that her nemesis would no longer be around to terrorize her, a part of her did feel sorrow for Bridget’s parents. From all accounts, they were nice people. They didn’t deserve to lose a child in such a brutal manner. She wondered if they would believe Bridget was the victim of an animal attack. There was no way it would ever be revealed that the true cause of death was the result of a vampire—a vampire who just might be Quinn Nightshade’s father.

She thought about Quinn and she wondered if he had seen his father. After the police came to get a statement from her about last night’s fire earlier today, Damien Collins talked with her a little more in length about Christoph Nightshade. He relayed some of the stories that his other son Jude told about him…and none of them were good. He appeared to be a walking nightmare on two legs. But that was only based on Jude’s opinion. She felt Quinn had a different opinion about his father. He seemed to idolize him and she could sense the longing in his voice when he occasionally talked about him.

The sound of her cell phone ringing, which lay beside her, suddenly interrupted her thoughts. She picked it up and saw Quinn’s name and number on her screen. Speak of the devil, she said to herself. “Hello Quinn,” she casually answered.

“Hi sweetheart. How are you?” he affectionately inquired.

“I’m tired, but feeling fine. How about you?” she replied.

“Missing you like crazy. I’m sorry I didn’t come back to the hospital to see you and that I didn’t call earlier. But things were…well, a little insane at home.”

And if you found your father, I’m sure things were insane, Pearl silently thought, but she nonchalantly continued on with the conversation. “That’s okay. It’s been a sort of insane day for me too. Did the police come and question you about Bridget Walsh? You do know she’s dead don’t you?”

Quinn let out an evil little chuckle. “Oh, I know she’s dead. Good riddance to bad rubbish I say. She deserved it.” There was silence for a few moments after his harsh remark and Pearl wondered if he regretted it.

She didn’t have long to find out. “I know I shouldn’t have said that, but it’s the honest truth and I know you want me to be honest with you,” he explained.

“Yes, honesty is something that I truly appreciate,” Pearl agreed. “And as I might as well be honest, I’m very relieved she’s gone.  If she had discovered I survived her murder attempt, she would have come after me again, I’m sure of it. ”

“She made me look like a pussycat, now didn’t she sweetheart?” Quinn joked.

Pearl sighed. “Quinn, you have such a morbid sense of humor.”

He chuckled again. “It comes with being part vampire.”

Pearl cringed a little at that last word. She again wondered if he had reunited with his father, and again, it didn’t take her long to find out.

“Anyway, to answer you first question, the police did come to my house this morning. I had to tell them all the ugly details of my one night stand with Bridget and they wanted to know where I was when she was killed. They said the cause of death was an animal attack, but I really doubt that’s what happened,” Quinn answered.

“You don’t think she was killed by a wild animal?” Pearl asked, becoming a little worried.

“No…it was Halloween last night after all, and from time to time we do get some loonies that pass by here. Who’s to say one didn’t decide to make Bridget his treat for the evening, she resisted, and he killed her in a fit of rage, before moving on?”

Pearl pondered Quinn’s theory, which made sense. It fit in with one of Iva Lawrence’s guesses about what the police would determine it to be, but she couldn’t shake off Iva’s vision about Christoph Nightshade. It appeared as if Quinn hadn’t seen his father after all. She would soon be proven wrong.

“Let’s forget about Bridget Walsh. I have something very important and exciting to tell you,” Quinn said cheerfully.

Pearl began to worry again. She had a feeling she knew what he was going to say, but she stayed calm. “Really, what’s the good news?”

“My father is here. Isn’t that wonderful? After so many years apart, we’re finally together again and it’s going to be for good this time.”

“I’m sure you’re ecstatic to have him back,” Pearl replied, hoping Quinn didn’t hear the trepidation in her voice.

“You don’t know how much sweetheart. I told him about you,” Quinn happily said. “He wants to meet you.”

Pearl almost dropped the phone but she held her composure. “Quinn, I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’ve heard things about him and I don’t think it’s the right time.”

“You’ve only heard what Damien’s told you and he wouldn’t have a kind word to say about him because he hates me. He’s not the monster he and my brother makes him out to be. He won’t hurt you Pearl. He knows how much I love you.”

“Quinn, I’m scared,” Pearl confessed. “This is an actual vampire we’re talking about, not part human like you and your brother.”

“He won’t touch you Pearl, I swear,” Quinn insisted.

“How do you know that?” she shot back, her voice rising.

“I’m his flesh and blood Pearl, and he loves me. He wouldn’t hurt anybody that I love either.

“What about your mother?”

There was dead silence. Pearl knew she hit a nerve.

“I don’t love my mother,” Quinn spat coldly. “I hate her and I don’t want to talk about her.”

“I’m sorry,” Pearl apologized sincerely. “I think it’s time I go. Iva’s making supper and I’m getting hungry.”

“Wait Pearl,” Quinn spoke softly. “I’m sorry I talked to you like that. But I want you to come over tonight. I want you to meet my father—and you’ll get to meet Jude too. I know you want to see him.”

“Oh Quinn, why do you make things so difficult for me?” Pearl lamented. “If I say yes, you know how Iva and Gene and Sadie and Damien and his family will react. You put me between a rock and a hard place.”

“You don’t have to explain what you do to anyone. You’re a grown woman,” Quinn assured her.

“It’s just that I don’t want them worrying about me,” Pearl replied.

“Well, they need to stop worrying about you. My father is not going to harm you, and I know he’s going to love you just as much as I do. Will you come tonight? It doesn’t have to be for long. Please? Pretty please, with cream and sugar on top?”

Quinn’s playful pleading made Pearl laugh, and she felt a little bit easier. “Okay, I’ll come over and meet your father. But the minute he starts acting like Bela Lugosi, I’m out of there. Understand?”

“Oh my dear, I don’t think you have to worry about that at all,” Quinn promised. I’ll come and pick you up in an hour.

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The Nightshade Home, minutes later

“I don’t think this is a good idea at all,” Jude Nightshade warned out loud to his brother. “I’m very uneasy about Pearl coming over with Father in the house.”

“Jude, nothing is going to happen. Stop being such a downer,” Quinn said with a little annoyance. “Do you really think I’m going to let our father hurt Pearl?”

“Of course not. It’s just you know how unpredictable he can be. If Pearl says or does the wrong thing, you know what he’s liable to do,” Jude replied, still on edge.

“Just exactly what am I liable to do?” Christoph Nightshade’s deep voice called out from the hallway. He grinned at both of his sons before stretching and yawning. He had just woken up from a long and refreshing slumber, and he was ready to face the evening ahead.

“Hello Daddy,” Quinn greeted him cheerfully. “Jude is a little unsure about Pearl coming over tonight to meet you.”

Christoph chuckled. “Jude doesn’t have to worry about anything. I would never hurt a woman that Quinn is crazy about, and the same goes for you too,” he answered reassuringly, looking in Jude’s doubtful direction.

Jude turned away from his father’s friendly gaze, still not confidant about tonight’s gathering. “I’m going to get some roast beef sandwiches ready. Father, I don’t know where you’re going to get your dinner, but next time, try a little bit harder to hide the body,” he retorted, speaking about Bridget Walsh. He stalked away towards the kitchen.

Christoph sighed as he watched him go. “I hope I really get through to him. I hate seeing him be so cold towards me. I know he has his reasons, but it can’t go on like this.”

Quinn came to put a comforting arm around him. “It will take time but he’ll come around. He’ll get used to having you here.” Then he frowned. “But Jude is right about one thing Father—how are you going to feed every night? If you start going in and out of town, people will get suspicious.”

“I’m just going to have to hunt animals in the woods. I won’t like it, but I’ll have to adapt. I’m not leaving you and Jude again, and now that you’ve found someone, I need to be here to support you.” Christoph smiled, trying to be hopeful, but his smile was a weak one. “Things will turn out for the best.”

He glanced down at his bare feet. “I should make myself presentable. I want to make a good impression on your Pearl,” he said brightly to Quinn. With a nod, he headed back down the hall towards his room.

And I should get ready as well, Quinn thought to himself. I want this night to be perfect. I just hope Jude is wrong and Father will behave himself around Pearl.

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The Lawrence Farm, 5:30 p.m.

“Pearl, please reconsider about going with Quinn tonight. After everything Damien and I have said, you shouldn’t be meeting with Christoph, especially in your condition,” Iva Lawrence pleaded as Pearl sat on the living room sofa waiting for Quinn to come and pick her up.

“Iva’s right. You need to be here and stay safe,” her husband Gene piped up.

“I know you’re worried about me, and I do appreciate your concern. But maybe it’s for the best I see Christoph Nightshade for myself, when both Quinn and Jude are there. That way, I’m in no real danger,” Pearl explained.

“I still don’t like this one bit. What if it’s a trick to get you into that house and then you’re held there against your will?” Iva asked fearfully.

“Iva, I sincerely doubt that’s going to happen, especially with Jude there. From what Quinn has told me about him, if Christoph were to come after me, he’d certainly stop him…and Quinn would too. Quinn is much too smart to have his father hurt me—he knows I would never speak to him again, and that’s the last thing he wants.” Pearl stood up and went to Iva, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I have my cell phone with me.”

“Maybe I should follow you and Quinn to make sure you’re okay,” Gene suggested, joining the two women.

Pearl shook her head. “No, I want Quinn to know I trust him. And besides, I’m not a teenager. I can handle this.” She smiled at Gene. “Thank you for being concerned about me.” She gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “You two are wonderful, you know that?”

“I still don’t want you going over there,” Iva muttered.

“I’ll call you later, how about that?” Pearl said. “Just to let you know that I’m okay.”

The sound of a car horn beeping ended the conversation. Pearl smoothed her lilac colored peasant dress, another gift from Iva. “That’s Quinn.” She headed towards the door, then turned around to face Gene and Iva. “I’ll call you in a little bit, I promise. Don’t worry.” With a smile and a wave, she opened the door and was gone.  Iva raced to the window to watch her head down the front porch steps and meet Quinn in the driveway. She noticed he wasn’t in his black Corvette, but in Jude’s car instead.Waves of worry emulated through her body.

“I pray she’ll be all right,” Iva said to herself.

Gene joined her at the window and wrapped his arms protectively around his wife. “Just think positive thoughts my girl.”

Just then, Sadie Todd and Micah Johnson appeared in the living room. “Pearl’s going to meet Christoph for real,” Sadie remarked.

Her aunt and uncle turned around. “Yes, and I’m worried sick,” Iva replied, clasping her hands together tightly.

“Don’t worry, nothing is going to happen to her,” Micah predicted.

“Are you sure about that?” Gene inquired skeptically.

Micah nodded. “I can sense it. She’ll be right as rain.”

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“You look so pretty this evening,” Quinn commented to Pearl as the two stood in the driveway. He leaned in to kiss her. Once he was done, he opened the passenger door for her and she got in. He closed the door and entered the driver’s side.

Pearl glanced around. “I have to admit, I’m disappointed I’m not riding in your Corvette. Is this your brother’s car?”

Quinn nodded. “I wanted you to be comfortable. It’s a tight squeeze getting in and out of my car.” He started the vehicle up and the sound of classical music could be heard on the radio. Quinn quickly switched it to a rock station.

“I take it you don’t like the classics?” Pearl asked him, chuckling.

“Not really. Jude and Father may have their differences but they both share a love for Beethoven and just about anything that has pianos and violins in it.” Quinn pulled out of the driveway and the two were on the road heading towards his house. Pearl tried to enjoy the countryside scenery but on the inside she was a bundle of nerves, and Quinn apparently sensed it.

“You don’t have to worry about my father Pearl. He’s going to take such a shine to you, I know it.”

She turned to face him. “I’m glad one of us is confident. Gene was so worried about me he was going to follow us out to your house.”

Quinn snorted. “Gene is acting like an unbearable, overprotective parent. He does  it with Sadie and now he’s doing it with you. Of course, Sadie is a different story, since she’s too nosy for her own good.”

Pearl shot him a stony glare. “Oh Quinn will you give it a rest and stop this feud with the Lawrences? They’re good people and they’re only trying to do what’s best. I don’t know why you all can’t just get along in this town. All this fighting and arguing is tiresome.”

“Pearl I’m sorry but I’m just sick of everyone thinking I don’t deserve to be with you and be happy. You know I wouldn’t hurt you or your baby. I only want to take care of you,” Quinn replied with a pout.

“I know, I know, but I just wish all this bickering would ease up. I don’t like people getting all in a tizzy over me,” Pearl explained. “It’s way too stressful.”

“We’re almost at my house,” Quinn remarked, deliberately changing the subject. He turned onto the road that faced Haven Lake. Soon, the two were driving through the woods, passing the Collins home. What little sunlight remained barely streamed through the thickness of the orange and gold colored trees.

Quinn then made a right into a driveway off the forest road. Pearl saw his Corvette parked off to the side and looked up at the house. It was a modest elongated brick rancher with white shutters on the windows. There were two manicured bushes on each side of the front door.

Well it doesn’t look like a haunted house so I guess I’ll be okay, Pearl thought to herself. “It’s quite lovely,” she said to Quinn out loud.

“Thank you.” Quinn parked the car beside the Corvette and got out. He went to the passenger side and opened up the door for Pearl. He took her hand as she got out and continued to hold it as he escorted her to the front door. The earlier nervousness within Pearl returned. It wouldn’t be long before she came face to face with Christoph Nightshade.

Quinn opened the door and led Pearl inside to the living room. “We’re here!” Quinn shouted.

Pearl took a look around. The living room was decorated tastefully but she could tell two men lived here. There weren’t a lot of knickknacks on the shelves, and no family pictures on the wall or in frames on the tops of the tables. There was a flat screen TV mounted on one of the walls, which was turned off.

Moments later, Jude walked in to the room. Pearl sized him up. He was about the same height as Quinn but a just a tad stockier. His reddish-brown hair was very close cut and he had more open facial features. He had gentle blue eyes and Pearl could tell right away he was friendly and approachable. She could also tell he was tense. Maybe like her, he was uneasy about this evening.

“Hello Pearl. It’s so nice to finally see you in person,” Jude warmly greeted her.

“Hello Jude,” Pearl answered, somewhat shyly.

He wrapped his arms around her in a platonic hug, and he could smell a faint scent of lavender. Once he was done, he gazed up and down at his guest. “You’re pretty,” he told her. She wasn’t sultry like Megan Manning but he could see why Quinn was enthralled with her. She had gorgeous red hair, which was done up into a loose bun, and a few tendrils gently hung on the side of her face. And while she was prominently pregnant, her curves were still noticeable. She also had a nice smile.

“I hope you don’t mind Pearl, but I’m having leftover roast beef for dinner,” Jude said.

“That’s just fine. I’m not picky,” she politely replied.

Quinn stood behind Pearl and began to massage her shoulders. He could feel the tightness in them. “Just relax sweetheart. Everything is going to be fine,” he whispered to her.

Before she could reply, Christoph Nightshade made his grand entrance into the living room. He immediately fixed in on Pearl, walking towards her. Quinn, still rubbing her shoulders, felt her tense up.

“Good evening Pearl,” Christoph greeted her suavely. He gently took her right hand and kissed the top of it. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Thank you,” Pearl answered quietly. Her stomach was filled with what felt like a million butterflies, waiting to burst out and fly away to freedom. But she managed to keep calm. “Quinn has told me about you.”

“Why don’t we sit on the sofa and get better acquainted?” he suggested.

“And while you two do that, Jude and I will get dinner ready,” Quinn said. He ushered his brother into the kitchen and once they were in the room, Quinn peeked his head out from behind the wall. He wanted Pearl to have privacy with her father but at the same time, he was extremely curious to see what would happen.

Pearl and Christoph were on the sofa. The vampire sensed Pearl’s nervousness and again took her hand. “Please don’t be frightened of me. I won’t hurt you,” he assured her.

Pearl looked at him. He was tall, very handsome, with short dark blond hair and penetrating blue eyes. He was dressed in a long black sleeve button down shirt, which was unbuttoned slightly to show some of his chest. He had on a black belt with a silver buckle, black pants, and black loafers which were polished to perfection. She also noticed a silver ring on his right ring finger with the initials CAN engraved on them. She knew the C stood for Christoph and the N for Nightshade, but could only guess what A was for.

Christoph saw her inspecting his ring and smiled. “It’s pure silver, made for me by an old friend. Those are my initials—Christoph Avery Nightshade. Avery was the maiden name of my mother before she married my father.”

“How long have you been…” Pearl said, but trailed off. She still couldn’t believe she was talking to a full-fledged vampire.

“You mean how long have I been a vampire? Well, I was born in 1922 and in 1965, that’s when I was turned. So I was forty-three, which is a pretty unusual age to be turned,” he answered her matter-of-factly.

“I can’t believe it—you’re almost ninety,” Pearl remarked.

“Being a vampire does have its rewards,” Christoph bragged, and smiled again—this time revealing his long, pointy fangs. Pearl gasped slightly. She had seen Quinn’s fangs and had gotten used to them, but now they weren’t menacing anymore. His father on the other hand, was a completely different story.

Christoph chuckled and closed his mouth. When he opened it again to talk, his teeth were normal. “That’s something you’ll have to get used to if you’re going to be a part of this family love.”

“Part of this family? Oh Mr. Nightshade, I don’t think Quinn has really told you about our relationship. It’s a bit unusual, but you see-” Pearl began, before Christoph interrupted her.

“I am well aware that you and Quinn aren’t fully a couple yet, but I’m sure that will change very soon, and please, call me Christoph,” he replied. “You’re going to have a child shortly and you can’t be alone.”

Pearl gazed down at her stomach. She rubbed it and frowned. “Quinn and I have only known each other for about three weeks and our first meeting wasn’t exactly that romantic,” she quipped dryly.

“Yes, I know he found you and kept you hostage for a time, but he’s changed since then, hasn’t he? He loves you very much and he needs a mate that will love him back and want to be with him forever. I want you to be that mate Pearl,” Christoph firmly told her.

Pearl turned away for a moment and then went back to face Christoph, her fears dissolving like snow on a warm spring day. “I know you want Quinn to be happy Christoph. But it’s only been a few weeks since I’ve known him and I’m recuperating from a very nasty divorce and trying to make the best of having to stay here until my daughter is born. I’ve had so much happen to me in such a short time, it hasn’t been easy trying to cope and stay normal as possible—especially with vampires and werewolves in the mix. My mind still hasn’t grasped the idea that creatures like you really exist. Please try to understand.” Tears began to form in her green eyes.

Christoph took her hand again and this time he began to caress it with his fingers in a circular motion. “I’m sorry Pearl. I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just that I’ve been forced to stay away from Quinn and Jude for such a long time. Now that I’m back, I want to make sure they are happy. You should have seen Quinn when he told me about you this morning. All he wants is to be with you, take care of you and protect you.”

“I know he does.” Pearl wiped her moist eyes. She rubbed her stomach again and decided to change the subject, and she knew exactly what she wanted to talk about. She hoped this discussion would go smoothly.

“Christoph,” she casually began, did Quinn mention a woman named Bridget Walsh?”

He frowned in thought for a few seconds, then shook his head. “No he didn’t. Why do you ask?”

“She was murdered last night. The police think it was an animal attack but she had two puncture wounds on her neck. Did you kill her?” Pearl asked him point blank.

Christoph didn’t answer right away as the flashbacks of his attack on Bridget played out in front of his eyes. Pearl studied his reaction intensely and she knew she had her answer. “You did kill her, didn’t you?”

He slowly nodded. “She claimed to have slept with my son and she pulled a knife on me. She was an unstable young woman. But how do you know her?”

Pearl glanced down on the floor, then her swollen stomach, and back at Christoph. “She tried to kill me last night. She trapped me inside a stable at the Lawrence Farm and set it on fire. But Quinn found me and rescued me. I’m guessing she was trying to leave town when she met you.”

Christoph frowned again. “She tried to kill you? But why?”

Pearl quickly explained the events that led up to her near death at the hands of the severely disturbed deceased woman. When she was finished, Christoph was both surprised and displeased. “I can’t believe Quinn would sleep with someone like that. Still, at least she’s dead, thanks to me, and isn’t going to come between you two anymore. You and my son will be together and I’m going to make sure of that.  You’re a sweet woman and I know you will make him very happy.” He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Pearl smiled weakly. She was relieved that Christoph had taken such a shine to her…but at the same time she was also frightened and wondered what just might happen if Quinn were to become unhappy. She tried to put it out of her mind.

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Meanwhile, Quinn and Jude were sitting at the kitchen table. Jude was drinking a glass of water while Quinn was sipping a glass of red wine. “I guess Pearl and Father hit it off,” Jude said. “That’s a good thing.”

“I knew he’d come to love her. She’s the sweetest person in the world,” Quinn responded, with an I-told-you-so tone to his voice.

Jude got up and stretched. “Well, it looks like dinner is going to be delayed and I don’t want to start without Pearl. I think I’m going to take a short walk. I’m starting to get a little restless. I’ll be back.”

“Have a nice stroll,” Quinn said to him as he left through the back door and out into the night. He also stood up and went to take another peek into the living room. Pearl and Christoph were still on the couch talking. He noticed his father was holding her right hand and at one point, gave it a squeeze. He actually felt a tinge of jealousy but pushed it away. His father was just being friendly and trying to make Pearl feel comfortable.

Pearl just happened to glance up and notice Quinn. She smiled and gently pulled her hand away from Christoph, who turned his head and also smiled when he saw his son. The two stood up as Quinn came to greet them.

“You are one lucky man to have found this lovely lady,” Christoph gushed to him.

“Believe me Father, I know,” Quinn said. He took Pearl into his arms and held her tightly. “She’s the best thing that ever happened to me.” Pearl’s face reddened. She wasn’t used to being fawned over.

She pulled away from Quinn. “I don’t know about you but I’m starving. Is dinner ready?”

“Uh, not quite. Jude got tired of waiting for you two so he went for a walk. He’ll be back. But if you’re hungry, get something to eat sweetheart. You need to so you’ll have your strength.” He patted her stomach affectionately.

“Jude won’t mind?” Pearl asked. “I hate to be rude.”

“It’ll be okay. I’ll tell him you weren’t able to wait,” Quinn reassured her. He led her into the kitchen. Christoph watched the two go and a look of fierce determination spread across his face.

“Nothing—or no one—is going to stop you two from being together. I will make sure of that,” he vowed.

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The woods

It was completely dark now, except for the silvery sliver of the crescent moon that hung in the sky and a few stars. The temperature had dropped a little but it was still comfortable. Jude peacefully strolled through the forest. Now that his father was back in his life, he would probably take more of these walks to keep him sane. He couldn’t have another episode of lashing out. He kept his vampire side controlled for too long and he wasn’t about to let his father to get to him the way he did earlier this morning.

It wasn’t long before his walk led him to a very familiar place. He stopped as he approached the Collins home. He could see lights on so somebody was home. He decided to pay the family a visit. He wondered if Caleb, Rhiannon, Astrid and Damien knew that his father was in Haven and if not, he would tell them. He needed to talk to somebody about his feelings to other than Quinn. He started to anxiously head towards the front porch. It wasn’t long before he knocking on the door. Moments later it opened. Jude watched as Rhiannon Collins met him with a mixture of surprise and happiness. “Jude!” she exclaimed. “What brings you here tonight?”

“I was out for walk and ended up here, he said, almost sheepishly. “Is it okay if I come in? I have something very important to tell you…”

Coming up next…a quasi-special episode devoted to Jude Nightshade.

  • Jude tells the Collins family his father is back and that he killed Bridget.
  • Damien tells Jude to get Quinn to leave Pearl alone; Jude blasts Damien and takes up for his brother, his anger revealing his vampire nature again.
  • Astrid comforts Jude, who is ashamed over his behavior.
  • Damien, Caleb and Rhiannon are surprised over Jude’s sudden forcefulness.
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