| Soap Sins August 21, 2013 CHAPTER 62 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! WITCHY WOMAN Previously on SOAP SINS - And so it came to pass that a few calls were made and Nick the prime time husband helped Dakota Diamonelle get juicy prime time airtime for her soap opera. They had gone from the network to the internet, back to the network, and had just been bumped to the coveted 9 p.m. slot. When Dakota showed up for Donny Donald's funeral the next day, she lifted the black veil from her famous face and assured his weeping widow that he hadn't died in vain. She meant it too. There was nothing like prime time. As for the prime time husband - he decided he loved her more than ever for the sexy blackmail and threw in a new Mercedes to sweeten the deal. Dakota was over the moon, until her tall vampire brother showed up on her doorstep one night. - "I am back from Transylvania and I bear the most shocking news ...!" The story now continues ... - Dakota stared at Dragos and waited for him to explain. - He did just that. "Our mother was a witch!" - She opened the door and asked whether he wanted a cocktail. - Dragos' dark eyes mirrored his irritation. "Did you not hear me?" - "Of course I did." She shut the door after him when he had entered the formidable foyer. - "I said our mother was a witch!" - Dakota sighed and gracefully ushered him into the living room, where her prime time husband was reading the obituaries in the latest issue of Variety magazine. He took no notice of them, immersed in the lengthy biography of a cartoonist who had outlived all of the greats in his field. She walked to the bar and poured the visitor a scotch on the rocks. In her mind, he looked like he could use a stiff drink or, better yet, lots of them. "I realize you had issues with our mother. I did too but there is no need to call her a witch." - Nick the prime time husband glanced up from his magazine. "At least he didn't use the B word." - Dakota told him to find another obituary to read and handed Dragos the crystal glass half filled with scotch straight up. He finished it within seconds. - "I called her a witch because that is exactly what she was. I found the information in a recently published history of the Transylvanian town she was living in when I was born." Pause. "You could be a witch too." - Dakota shook her head. "I don't possess any magical powers." - "But you do have a great sixth sense, darlin!" Nick whistled. "Matter of fact, I remember one time when we were in that Vegas hotel, you knew exactly what was on my mind!" - "Don't pay any attention to him." Dakota waved away his words with her manicured hand. "He has been acting strangely since he ..." - "Got back from rehab?" - "I meant since he shot my former leading man." - "Oh." Dragos placed the now empty glass on the bar. "You know, our mother was descended from a long line of witches." - "If the information was accurate." - "Madame Etelka the psychic believes it was." - Nick whistled again. "I think you've been affected by that blue moon out there tonight." - "It's true," Dragos insisted. "Dakota is half witch." - She picked up her phone from the nearby Italian glass coffee table and pursed her famous red lips. There was a text from Marv her manager. He was requesting a meeting at the Polo Lounge to discuss investing in her soap opera, which had gone from daytime to online, then back to daytime, and was presently poised to make its prime time debut. Marv wanted in. - Dragos knew before she had told him and saw himself to the door. "We will continue this conversation tomorrow. With time, you will have to accept your destiny. One cannot escape destiny." - Nick quipped to have a nice flight home and Dragos departed silently into the night. - Dakota fixed her makeup, grabbed her coral Armani jacket and car keys, and made for the door ... until a gigantic fireball went crashing through the roof of her house, illuminating the entire Hollywood Hills. - Her phone beeped with another incoming message. This was one from Dragos. - IT HAS BEGUN ... |
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