Title: All the Way
Author: Bibliophile tropicale
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of the Dark Shadows characters and receive no benefit from their use; my only benefit is the joy of writing about them. Dr. Richard Carter, Dr. Huntington Carter, Dr. Marjorie Stone, Dr. Herbert Osmund and Dr. Diane Sanger, Howard Blair and others are my own creations. Any other character references are for creative purposes only.
Rating: PG-13 for language, sexual content, and tobacco use.
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"All The Way"
Dr. Julia Hoffman, Barnabas Collins and Professor T. Eliot Stokes have returned to Collinwood from the year 1840 using Quentin Collin's staircase bringing an end to that particular storyline.
The story "All the Way" takes place shortly after their return to Collinwood in 1971.
German dialogue translation can be found at the end of this chapter.Chapter 1
Julia Hoffman held her father's hand as tears streamed down her cheeks and acrid smoke filled her lungs. The glow of the fires from the synagues cast shadows across the streets and buildings. The sound of breaking glass grew louder and louder like an approaching storm. Julia gripped her father's hand even tighter as shadowy figures darted passed them on the street and the sounds of screams and shouts continued to grow.
'This must be hell,' she thought, 'Daddy and I are in hell.'
Julia looked with horror as faces moved passed them their eyes wide with terror. Her father pulled her to the side near an alley, his face lowered to hers.
"Julia," he whispered urgently, his eyes meeting hers, "My darling Julia, tears won't change the world. We must be strong, we must survive."
As he stood, her eyes looked up at him with adoration. She squared her shoulders and wiped her eyes and cheeks with her sleeves.
Suddenly a dark brown cloud descended around them, and a booming voice commanded. "Halt Juden!"1
Julia tensed feeling her father's hand tighten around hers. The men who surrounded them smelled of smoke, alcohol, and sweat. They all carried clubs and guns. The glow of the burning building revealed on their brown uniforms dark, wet, glistening stains. Julia could see the stains were blood.
One of the men stepped forward and commanded,"Wo sind sie das papiers?"2
Julia stared at the men, their ruddy faces, the vacant eyes; she knew she was seeing evil.
Her father's voice strained to remain calm as he answered their questions. "Wir kommen aus Amerika!. Ich bin Amerikanerin!"3
He reached into his pocket; the men suddenly moved cocking their weapons. Her father slowly pulled from his coat pocket their passports.
"Ich beiBe Eric Hoffman und die tochter, Julia,"4 Her father answered.
Julia felt their eyes shift to her. Their gaze sent chills down her spine. She met their eyes firmly and told herself, 'Be strong, we must survive.'
The leader stepped toward Julia then bent, his eyes boring into hers. "Ist sie Judisch?"5
Her father spoke in a commanding voice the answer to their question. "Nein, sie nicht Judisch." 6
She continued to meet the man's gaze without flinching.
The tall man leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. "Sind sie Judisch ?"7
Julia felt as though a hand gripped her throat. Valiantly she held back the tears and the desire to run.
"Nein, Ich bin nicht Judisch," 8 Julia answered with all her courage.
Their leader leaned forward, his face even closer. Julia knew he could see into her heart and knew she was lying. She repeated like a mantra, 'We must survive.' The man's pale eyes were piercing, the sweet smell of alcohol on his breath mixed with the stench of smoke and sweat made her stomach roil and felt as though she would faint. Like an explosion the sounds of the breaking glass and screams became deafening. Suddenly her father's hand slipped from hers.
"Nein!" 9 She screamed.
"Daddy," She yelled gripping her blanket, looking around trying to orient her, pulling the nightgown from her moist skin. The moonlight revealed the familiar surroundings of her bedroom at Collinwood. Julia Hoffman inhaled deeply several times trying to compose herself. Nightmares and sleepless nights were not uncommon event throughout her life. She found her dreams burst from her subconscious like bubbles from a cauldron. After five years at Collinwood she had added many terrifying new dreams to her repertoire of sleepless nights, the ultimate nightmare being…..the 'dream curse'. Many times she had wanted to shed tears during those difficult times. Deep within she had always found the strength, the courage to go on.
She realized last time she had truly cried was that night in Germany in 1938. There had been much to cry about, the camps, the ghetto, the Russian Front, her Jewish family, her Lutheran family, all had suffered during the war.
Julia brushed her fingers across her cheek and whispered, "Daddy you were right, tears won't change the world, you have to be strong, you must survive."
She slipped from the bed and reached for the envelope on her night table. As a physician and psychologist she knew there were times she had to step back and intervene in her own health. Over the years she had managed the pain and heartache, but the last moments in 1840 had been more than she could handle. What she felt inside would affect her sanity and stability. The internal alarms had gone off and the logical brain took control. Julia tenderly ran her fingers over the envelope. She had to remain strong.
Dr. Diane Sanger's husky voice spoke to her.
Where the hell have you been? I've been worried about you. It's been months since I've heard from you. Where have you been, another world?"
The doctor laughed softly at the irony. The letter reached her like a life ring, feeling the presence of her old friend. Diane was a reminder to her that she did have a life before Collinwood and Maine. Just as she began to slip over the edge, Diane's voice called to her, opening a window of opportunity just as the door was closing on her life with Barnabas Collins.
Julia squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, her lips pursed in a determined pout. Would she be able to leave and forget Barnabas Collins? Would she forget his declaration that Angelique was his only true love?
Julia laughed softly to herself. How many true loves had there been? She had lost count. Returning from 1840 had left her emotionally drained. The logical physician brain told her she should take action for her own sanity and survival.
"Julia, come to Boston", Diane's letter invited, "I'd love to see you. The AMA Convention will be here in three weeks. I have reservations for the lab at the convention. Come stay with me, it will be like old times.
"Old times," Julia thought. Diane had pulled her from the edge many times before when her personal tragedies seemed overwhelming. She moved back to her bed and slipped beneath the blanket, her finger gently caressing the envelope.
"Old times", she whispered, "Just like old times."
1 "Halt Jew!"
2 "Where are your papers?"
3 "We come from America. We are Americans."
4 "I am Eric Hoffman and my daughter, Julia."
5 "Is she Jewish?"
6 "No, she's not Jewish."
7 "Are you Jewish?"
8 "No, I'm not Jewish."