Fractured Dark Shadows History #8
Date: 3/8/98
From: ROBINV

Tony Peterson, summoned by Cassandra Collins for the first time, stared into the flame of his own lighter, transfixed. She was speaking to him, her lovely, mesmerizing voice making the hair stand up on his testicles. She was so exquisite, this brunette woman who held him in thrall, and he had no desire to be anywhere but with her.

She had just murmured something in his ear about not remembering their meeting. He had never been the most graceful of men; suddenly, he fell forward, knocking into Cassandra. The lighter--his--that she was holding dropped into her lap, setting her dress aflame. In moments, her entire body, writhing, was consumed in the fire. Her screams echoed in his ears, but before he could do anything, she was nothing but ash and a few drifts of smoke curling into the air above his head. A gust of wind came up, scattering what was left of her to the skies.

Tony shook his head, trying to clear it. He had been. . .what had he been doing? Sitting with. . .? He didn't recall. Well, he had to go see Carolyn. Maybe she'd finally give him some tonight. He knew they fought all the time, but really, he liked his gals feisty. He had a feeling Carolyn would be really something with her clothes off and the lights out. He spotted his lighter on the ground and picked it up. It felt kind of warm. He shrugged and dropped it into his pocket. Carolyn was waiting.

Love, RobinV