DISCLAIMER:  I don't own anyone 'cept for Jeremy! So there, HB and all
of you sue-happy freaks, I'm in the clear!! Mwa ha ha...yeah! 

The Undead Adventures of Jonny Quest (and Jessie!)

The Death of a Dream

"You can't keep me here forever you know!"

Jessica flopped down on the dirty, hard floor and pulled her knees up to
her chest.  she sighed and leaned her head back against the wall,
remembering the conversation she'd had with her husband only the night
before...and wishing, for once, that he *hadn't* listened to her.


"Jess, are you okay?"

Jonothan Quest looked upon his wife with more than a little concern. 
She offered him a weak smile.

"Yeah, I just thought I saw someone outside..."

He raised an eyebrow, "We're on the second floor."

"I know that...but..."

"But?"

"We've been vampires for nearly twenty years...isn't it wierd that we've
never seen any *other* vampires?"

"Maybe they're all in Europe...why do you bring it up?"

"Well, in all of the books and movies and stuff, vampires can fly...or
float.  And I've been getting the feeling lately that we're being
watched...or hunted.  It's unnerving.  I just thought maybe..."

"Why would other vampires want *us*?"

"I don't know...it was just my imagination more than likely.  Forget I
mentioned it..."


She could have kicked herself for saying that.  Taken from her own
bedroom...the nerve of them!  
She looked up, someone was at the door.  A man came in, closing the door
behind him.  He stared at her with his dark eyes, nearly black.  His
equally dark hair hung over his shoulders and down his back.  She looked
him over and decided he looked like something from the 18th century.

"Did you kill him?" a simple enough question...but not when he asked it
so gravely.

"Who?  I've killed many, you know."

He sighed, "Don't be difficult.  Did you kill Pierre LaRoux?"

"He was a bastard...he..."

"Was a vampire...and you killed him."

"So?"

"It isn't wise to kill another vampire, Ms. Mornay...or Bannon...or
Quest...or whatever you prefer..."

"Quest."

"...you see, we don't like it when you kill our kind.  Pierre happened
to have many good friends here, and they wish to see you burned
alive...watch your flesh char and your hair melt."

"So do it.  Being one of you isn't all it's cracked up to be anyway."

"But...they've decided that there is a better punishment."

Jessie frowned, the man before her smiled wickedly.

"We're going to burn your husband instead..."

She didn't even think, just lunged at him with all of her strength.  But
he was too fast for her and she ran into the wall instead.

"...and you're going to watch!"

The next thing she knew, she was in a huge stone room with the other
vampires who'd helped abduct her...about 30 in all.  But the thing that
caught her eye was Jonny tied to the wooden stake in the middle of the
room.  She hadn't cried in years...but the tears flowed freely as they
lit the kinder at his feet.  

They chanted and yelled for vengeance as the flames and smoke rose. 
Jonny was serene, accepting his death.  But Jessie was berserk,
attacking anyone she could reach.  Lashing out with her nails and fangs,
injuring more than a few of them before they managed to hold her
securely.

"You can't do this!"

"Oh, but we can, my dear.  And you can spend all of eternity with your
guilt!"

Jessie turned from Jonny, but she could still see him, the flames
licking at his clothes and inching up his body.  She winced as a scream
of pain was wrenched from his throat...

Jessica Quest sat bolt upright.  She looked frantically around the room,
her room.  Ten o'clock in the morning...she'd only been asleep for for
hours.  

She remembered the dream vividly and clutched at the blanket next to
her...

"Ow!  Jess, get your nails outta my leg!"

Jonny sat up, "What are you doing?"

"I...had a bad dream..."

"Were you a rabid cat?" he rubbed his leg, noting the red scratches her
nails had left behind.

"No...it was nothing...go back to sleep."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

He layed back down reluctantly, as did she.  Jonny wrapped his arms
around his wife and pulled her close.  It felt good to be in his arms,
even with the image of him burning fresh in her memory...


Far away, a man sat back in his chair.  He seemed out of place in the
plush modern office...out of time, perhaps.  He steepled his fingers in
front of him and smiled, though it would have chilled anyone who saw it
to the bone.  His dark eyes glittered in the firelight, contrasting
sharply with his pale features.  The combination gave him a
deamonly(sp?) appearance.

"You will be mine, Jessica Quest...have no doubt about that."

THE END?

In the words of Peter Wisdom, "Not bloody likely!"

Send comments, as long as the critisism is constructive.  It was a half
hour job, but I felt the need to write it, bad as it was! So there! 
It's actually a short part of a vampire series I'm planning, but I can't
say when the other parts will be out! It's a spur of the moment type
thing! If it's confusing...sorry.  Maybe I'll clear it up in the rest of
the series! Maybe;)

(c) Montage 1997