I stopped and allowed Michael to brush his lips against mine then carressing my lips with his own. His sweet mouth felt so warm and soft, I felt completely vunerable. I felt willing to let him do anything to me that he wanted. I was falling for this.......person and he isn't even a human. The Maestro knew I was loving this based on the sounds I made between each kiss. I broke the kiss to catch my breath. I looked into his breathtaking eyes and watched him stare back with a smile on both of our faces. The Maestro began to kiss me harder and deeper as he crawled ontop of me and laid down with me under his slender, warm body. I pulled on his shirt for him to carry on with this kiss we were sharing.
Michael placed his hand on my back and the other on my thigh, making me sit my leg up. I took my hands and buried them into his soft, lucious black hair and wrapped my bent leg around his waist. I barely know this man and yet I have the urge to do more with him. I moaned as we kissed more and more passionate each time. I finally broke free from his lips and started to kiss his neck and shoulder. I knew what was going to happen. We were going to go further. But something caught my attention. He was saying a name, but not mine.
"Oh, Cassandra. How I've missed you." he moaned. I rolled us over so I was ontop of him and looked down at him. "Who is Cassandra?" The Maestro stared up at me with nothing but lust and passion burning inside of him. "You are Cassandra! You have come back. It must be. Look." He pointed to a painting that I never noticed. It was a painting of him and woman, happily in love together. He looked the same and the woman.......the woman looked to be my twin.
"When was that made?" I asked. "Over 200 years ago. Don't you remember me at all? The night you said you loved me? The night we kissed? The day I proposed to you? The night your father murdered you for loving me?" I looked back him, not understanding anything. "Michael, I am not her. I am not Cassandra. I'm sorry." I could see little tears forming in his eyes. I wanted to so badly make him happy but clearly only "Cassandra" can fix that. "But......No. You must be. You're reacting to my every touch as if you are in love with me. You look like her reflection! Please, remember!" I was starting to get scared as The Maestro started grabbing me by my arms tightly and hurting me. "Let go of me! Michael, stop!" I was trying to break free from his furious grip.
"Please, Cassie. Think! You know me!" "I am not Cassandra!!!" I pushed Michael and got off of the floor and started to run for the door. But Michael is quicker than any human. I look to see he is standing in the way of me, making sure I can't escape this way. "Move!" I yelled. "Please, Cassie. I'm begging. Just stop for a moment and try to remember." He was holding me softly in his arms as I stood there, unable to do anything. I figured I might as well act like I'm trying. I closed my eyes and pretended I was thinking. But, the strangest thing occured. I remembered things from so long ago when I wasn't even a thought and neither were my grandparents! I remember loving The Maestro!
I pulled away from Michael, scared out of my mind from what I visioned. "This isn't real! I'm not Cassandra! Leave me alone!" I ran to the door once more and this time made it out. I ran to my car and raced home. I could see in my rearview mirror The Maestro standing on his doorstep watching me speed away. I had to get out of there. None of that happened. None of that happened! I kept repeating that very sentence to myself as I tried to calm down. I pulled over for a second to stop and think.
I closed my eyes and tried to rewind my memory all the way back to when we kissed. As I lay there, I realized I was imagining what just happened. I could see a man and a woman, laying in bed together. They were kissing ever so passionately like Michael and I were. They weren't wearing anything except the lady had a bra on. I could hear them sighing and moaning. They looked to be making love together. As I kept seeing this, I saw the man. It was Michael. And I saw the woman. It's Cassandra. It's me! We're in his room at his castle. The one he is living in now! I opened my eyes and stared at the wheel. I need to stay away from him! I am not his lover! i never have been and I never can be!
*The next day*
I went to the airport thinking of the night before. The Maestro, Cassandra, the painting, the kiss. Everything. Including my vision. Why do I have these "memories" that never happened? Could he be right? Am I Cassandra reincarnated? I feel as if I have known him since forever and that I have loved hihm but I have never met him before. I am in love with Michael. As I sat, waiting for it to be time to get on board, I started feeling sick. Weak and cold. I could barely lift up my hand without breaking a sweat. I felt woozy and like I was going to faint. I could barely speak. Just before I was about to attempt to yell for help, I feel myself fall to the side and see nothing but darkness surround me. I feel like my heart is slowing down and my blood is rushing as fast. Everything is shutting down.
Someone came to my side and asked me if I was alright. I tried my hardest to open my eyes but could barely do so. I quietly uttered passed my lips,"I think I'm dying"
Michael placed his hand on my back and the other on my thigh, making me sit my leg up. I took my hands and buried them into his soft, lucious black hair and wrapped my bent leg around his waist. I barely know this man and yet I have the urge to do more with him. I moaned as we kissed more and more passionate each time. I finally broke free from his lips and started to kiss his neck and shoulder. I knew what was going to happen. We were going to go further. But something caught my attention. He was saying a name, but not mine.
"Oh, Cassandra. How I've missed you." he moaned. I rolled us over so I was ontop of him and looked down at him. "Who is Cassandra?" The Maestro stared up at me with nothing but lust and passion burning inside of him. "You are Cassandra! You have come back. It must be. Look." He pointed to a painting that I never noticed. It was a painting of him and woman, happily in love together. He looked the same and the woman.......the woman looked to be my twin.
"When was that made?" I asked. "Over 200 years ago. Don't you remember me at all? The night you said you loved me? The night we kissed? The day I proposed to you? The night your father murdered you for loving me?" I looked back him, not understanding anything. "Michael, I am not her. I am not Cassandra. I'm sorry." I could see little tears forming in his eyes. I wanted to so badly make him happy but clearly only "Cassandra" can fix that. "But......No. You must be. You're reacting to my every touch as if you are in love with me. You look like her reflection! Please, remember!" I was starting to get scared as The Maestro started grabbing me by my arms tightly and hurting me. "Let go of me! Michael, stop!" I was trying to break free from his furious grip.
"Please, Cassie. Think! You know me!" "I am not Cassandra!!!" I pushed Michael and got off of the floor and started to run for the door. But Michael is quicker than any human. I look to see he is standing in the way of me, making sure I can't escape this way. "Move!" I yelled. "Please, Cassie. I'm begging. Just stop for a moment and try to remember." He was holding me softly in his arms as I stood there, unable to do anything. I figured I might as well act like I'm trying. I closed my eyes and pretended I was thinking. But, the strangest thing occured. I remembered things from so long ago when I wasn't even a thought and neither were my grandparents! I remember loving The Maestro!
I pulled away from Michael, scared out of my mind from what I visioned. "This isn't real! I'm not Cassandra! Leave me alone!" I ran to the door once more and this time made it out. I ran to my car and raced home. I could see in my rearview mirror The Maestro standing on his doorstep watching me speed away. I had to get out of there. None of that happened. None of that happened! I kept repeating that very sentence to myself as I tried to calm down. I pulled over for a second to stop and think.
I closed my eyes and tried to rewind my memory all the way back to when we kissed. As I lay there, I realized I was imagining what just happened. I could see a man and a woman, laying in bed together. They were kissing ever so passionately like Michael and I were. They weren't wearing anything except the lady had a bra on. I could hear them sighing and moaning. They looked to be making love together. As I kept seeing this, I saw the man. It was Michael. And I saw the woman. It's Cassandra. It's me! We're in his room at his castle. The one he is living in now! I opened my eyes and stared at the wheel. I need to stay away from him! I am not his lover! i never have been and I never can be!
*The next day*
I went to the airport thinking of the night before. The Maestro, Cassandra, the painting, the kiss. Everything. Including my vision. Why do I have these "memories" that never happened? Could he be right? Am I Cassandra reincarnated? I feel as if I have known him since forever and that I have loved hihm but I have never met him before. I am in love with Michael. As I sat, waiting for it to be time to get on board, I started feeling sick. Weak and cold. I could barely lift up my hand without breaking a sweat. I felt woozy and like I was going to faint. I could barely speak. Just before I was about to attempt to yell for help, I feel myself fall to the side and see nothing but darkness surround me. I feel like my heart is slowing down and my blood is rushing as fast. Everything is shutting down.
Someone came to my side and asked me if I was alright. I tried my hardest to open my eyes but could barely do so. I quietly uttered passed my lips,"I think I'm dying"
Hospital Scene.
