Subj: First Foot Pt.3
Date: 5/9/99 7:06:28 PM Central Daylight Time
From: marcos1

Sabrina Ward sat in the Collinsport Diner. She wore dark glasses, had hair the color of gold, dressed in clothes that weren't too luxuriant, but didn't hide her obvious wealth. It had been five years since she had made her last film. The evolution of the talkies, had discouraged her from continuing. Besides, it was becoming more and more difficult the disguise one singular fact. A fact that mustn't be revealed to the world. Sabrina Ward, siren, and beloved star of the silent screen was immortal.

“Sabrina,” a man called out. He was bald, dressed in the finest suit available. Power seemed to radiate from him, like a lighthouse beacon, reaching out to the rich and famous. His name was Oliver Warbucks. The richest man in the world. “Sabrina Ward, I didn't expect you to be here,” he said, smiling.

“Oliver,” Sabrina said, motioning for him to sit-down, “please have a seat.”

“Thank you,” Oliver said, “that is most gracious of you. Have you changed your mind and decided to make a film for me?”

Sabrina laughed, “no, Oliver, I haven't.” She lit a cigarette with a long holder. “Its just, once I saw you here, I knew that you would sit down, whether I asked you or not.” She blew a smoke ring. “Oliver Warbucks is many things, but he isn't a man to take no for an answer.”

A waiter brought over a bottle of wine. Oliver paid him, a hundred dollar bill. The waiter walked away smiling. “So you are here for Jamison Collinses party, I presume?” he said, pouring a glass.

“Of course,” Sabrina replied.

“Hmm,” Oliver said, “but you have aroused my curiosity, my dear. You have been such a recluse...why would you come to this party?”

“I have my reasons,” Sabrina said, smiling. “And my reasons are my business, alone.”

“Of course,” Oliver replied. “But I will find out. You can be sure of that.”

Suddenly there was a great commotion, with shouting and swearing. A very old woman dressed in a black dress, covered with beads, was arguing with the owner of the diner. “You don't understand. I must speak with her,” she said. “Do you want me to put a curse on you?”

“Gypsies aren't allowed in this establishment,” Andrew Ronney said. “Shall I call the Sheriff?”

“Call who you like,” Magda said, “and you'll be sprouting fur on the next full moon.”

Sabrina walked over to Andrew. “No, its all right. Leave us. I’ll talk to her,” Sabrina said, passing him a twenty dollar bill.

“Certainly,” Andrew replied, “whatever you say, Miss Ward.” He paused for a moment. “Could I have your autograph before you leave us? It would mean so much to my little boy, Bobby.”

“Yes,” Sabrina said, “I’ll check back with you.” Andrew walked away. Sabrina motioned for Magda to follow her to a table in the corner. After they both sat down. Sabrina asked, “Now what do you want, Magda?”

“Beth,” Magda whispered, “it's time to release him from his coffin, Barnabas Collins.”

Sabrina’s face went very pale. “Please call me, Sabrina.” She glared at Magda. "No, I won't hear of it. Do you understand me? Barnabas must never be
released...never.”

Oliver Warbucks watched from his table. He poured himself a glass of wine. {So Magda and Sabrina are old friends. This is getting very interesting, indeed.}

To be continued