Subj: Christmas 1940 (A RR Story) Pt.2
Date: 12/3/00 2:45:35 PM Central Standard Time
From: Marcos1

Mark mows his big yard. He is listening to Metallica on his Discman. It is just another Sunday. His day off, from work. There is a slight chill in the air with the temperature being in the fifties.

"Excuse me, I don't want to bother you," a young woman said, walking down Church Avenue. She was very attractive, but the first thing that caught Mark's eye, was the blood. Her head was bleeding.

"You are hurt," Mark said, taking off his headphones. "Please come inside."

"Thank you," the woman said, pausing, her pupils becoming very large, her face flushing bright red. "Oh, Mark, it is you! Thank the Angels."

Mark was in a state of shock as the young woman embraced him and gave him a deep, full, tongue kiss. "But I don't know...." He started to say, but his words were interrupted by the intensity of her passion.

Decorum does now require a change of voice, gentle reader. After all, if the great Dickens can do it.... My name is Elmo, and I am a magical mouse. From this point on, I will be telling the story.

Mark took her into the house...into his bedroom to be specific. And I would tell you the details, but as I said, before, decorum and good taste does prevent the telling. Let it just be said, that a good time was had by all.

"When did you start losing your hair?" The dark haired beauty asked, stretching out on the bed.

"When I was around twenty-three years old," Mark replied. "About twenty-three years ago."

"Don't be silly," she laughed. "You are just thirty-three now."

"No, I'm not," Mark said. "Now, listen young lady, all of this has been quite wonderful...but who in the world are you? Your face looks so familiar...but I just can't place you. Have we met before?"

"You are my husband, silly, I am Victoria Winters Marcos, your wife."

"Victoria Winters, yes," Mark said, stuttering slightly. "But how can this be? Dark Shadows is a TV show from the 1960's. The characters are fictional."

"Wait a minute," Vicki said, covering herself with a sheet. "You are an older man. You are not my husband!" Tears rolled down her cheek. "But we just made love! Oh, no."

"Would you like some coffee?" Mark asked, his legs were shaking. Where was he...in the Twilight Zone? The need to do something normal, drove him, to the coffee idea. He walked out of the bedroom. The sounds of the woman's sobs, haunted him.

Well, as I said, before, my name is Elmo. I'm a mouse that lives in Mark's kitchen. Me and my pal, Baby Styles were nibbling on a plate of friskies on the kitchen counter, when Mark walked in.

"Elmo," Mark said, "this hasn't been a good day."

"Why not?" I asked, crunching the cat food. It was so delicious. "You got laid...what in the great Goddess Rhiannon's name is wrong with that."

"But it happened because of mistaken identity...it wasn't the right thing to do."

"Boys will be boys," I said, jumping on Baby Styles back. I loved the horsey ride on the black kitten's back. It was fun.

"No, I have committed a great wrong. Now, I must make this up to her."

"Okay, boss," I said, "whatever you say. You are just too nice...I swear."

~~~

The man walked into the Longwood diner. His hair looked like a bird's nest, all tangled and messed up. His deformed hand, flagged the waitress down. "Can you help me? I don't know who I am?"

The people in the diner were sickened by man, who fell down to the floor vomiting. "I feel so shaken...like I have been falling down a long dark tunnel for years. Please, you must help me!" The man's eyes looked glazed through his thick coke bottle glasses.

Dark Shadows is a Dan Curtis Production.