Episode 3-04

Kassie Tom turned around, unable to not look like a deer caught in headlights…

“I needed to—” Kassie stuttered, thinking hard and fast. “I needed to call your boss, of course.”

Colin eyed her. “Really? If you needed to talk to him, that phone is much too complicated.”

She thought. “Uh… A pricing system. I was wondering how long I was allowed to stay here… With you.” She made her way back to him. “What were you doing in that room anyways?”

He stared at her. “You know that I can’t say anything to you. You’re seeming a little too curious right now.”

Colin moved to the couch, but turned around abruptly. “Did you still want to call my boss?”

Colin moved to his phone. “No matter. I’m curious to how long you’re staying here, too.”

Patrick Donavon crept into Darla Tom’s room that evening. “Everything okay?”

Darla turned around from her desk. “Oh… I’m fine. That doctor Huber is overreacting to nothing. I’m perfectly fine.”

Patrick shook his head. “A doctor’s a doctor. It could figure out what is making you so tired.”

“It’s sadness,” Darla said. “And maybe I’m tired because I did give birth. Maybe a walk is all I need to get better.”

“Or it could be a deficiency,” Patrick replied. “The doctor could recommend supplements and things like that. He can only do good.”

Patrick then remembered something that he could no longer put off talking about. “I remembered.”

“Don’t bring that man’s name up again in this house,” Darla said coldly. “He went against me to have Noah kidnapped.”

“Don’t you think you should tell Kassie the truth? Waiting this long is ridiculous! The longer you wait, the harder it will be for Kassie to take it.”

Darla bowed her head. “Listen: Robert is gone, and by husband is dead. There is no way that this secret will come out. Unless you make it come out.”

“But it won’t come out,” Darla said surely. “It won’t. You need to keep this to yourself. Pretend you never remembered.”

Patrick nodded, unsurely. He only hoped that it did stay hidden. He hoped the truth would never be learned.

“You know,” slurred Iris, “this is one of the best drinks I think I’ve ever consumed… what did you put into it, anyway?” Iris smiled and lifted her head, looking at John with bloodshot eyes. She was having a good time.

“An ingredient?” asked Iris. “What would that be?” Iris used her femininity to get John to answer. She raised her moistened lips to the side of his face and ribbed them against his brisk, unshaven cheekbones.

John allowed Iris to get physical. He whispered into her ear: “Oh, now, now… I don’t need an ingredient. It is just good, wholesome, one-hundred percent me.”

Iris laughed. It wasn’t her normal, sweet-girl giggle. It was a seductive, nagging laugh. It turned John on. “Wholesome?”

John shrugged. “I don’t know… I wasn’t expecting you in a million years. Are you sure you aren’t on some drug? You really hated me!”

Iris laughed. “A woman can’t change her mind? Isn’t it her prerogative to change her mind?” She made her way across to him. She reached over and kissed him on his cheek. “I also have made my mind up on what else I want.”

She reached down and unbuttoned his shirt. “You…” She bit her lower lip slightly. Pulling of his shirt, she roughly felt him up and pushed him to the bed. “Show me.”

Constance King was sitting at her desk. She had a stack of invitations, and a long, elegant sheet of paper. She used her fingers to walk through her address book.

“Who to invite to the Fall Gala…” she pondered, reading the named. As she reached the ‘K’ section, Macy and Eric Kensington’s names flew off the pages. “The Kensingtons! Of course.”

She remembered speaking to Macy earlier that day. She was in the hospital after an accident. And she hadn’t seen her in ages! They had missed not only the last Fall Gala, but the one before that.

“Muriel?” Macy called out. “It’s getting late. Could you put these invitations in the study?”

Muriel came out from her closet. “Very well, Madam. Have you written the guest list yet?”

“No,” Constance said, getting up. “But I have all the guests that must come. I will be adding as the date approaches. Does Franco still do calligraphy? He did the invitations last year. See if he’s available.”

Muriel nodded, picked up the stack of invitations and left the room. Before she got into bed, Julian King came into the doorway.

She shook her head. “No. He said about three words at supper, then he want to his room.” She got up and propped herself up with her pillow. “Have you spoken to Prescott Academy yet? Will he be accepted?”

Julian nodded. “Yes. They are very aware of the large donations we make each year.”

Adam King picked up the phone for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. She dialed the number he knew by heart and waited.

“Pick up…” he muttered, tapping his foot on the ground. After a minute, he hung up.

“Still not answering?” Henderson asked, bringing the clothes out of the closet.

“Maybe they both went out for a father/daughter thing,” Henderson suggested, folding the fabrics into the basket.

As Henderson got up, he turned around. “You know, I don’t care what mister King says. I think that Miss Torres is perfect for you.”

Mitchel put on a coat and left his room. Creeping through the hallways, he snuck out the exit door at the end of the hallway in the west wing.

“They’re not keeping me in here,” Mitchel said to himself. “I’m outta here…”

As he exited, a small camera in the opposite corner of the hall caught his every move.

“What a strange woman,” she sighed, making he way to the front door. “I wonder if my daughter’s relationship it shot right now?”

“Look like rain,” she predicted. “I love the spring. Maybe this rain will wash my sorry daughter’s life down the drain.”

Gillian Evans could only stand watching Brooke Wright and Giovanni Pike make love for so long before she felt sick. She had wanted to apologize to Giovanni and hear his side of the story, but this hit hard.

“He is a pig,” Gillian muttered. She pushed her hair back, and held her head up. “But this not going to get me down. I was right. I shouldn’t have left Adam and Iris get to me.”

She walked out of his apartment entrance, and made her way down the hall. She kept herself composed and good. She looked back, almost wishing he’d rush out and say it was all an accident. Have him rush out and hug her.

Back inside the apartment, Brooke got off Giovanni. She blinked a few times, and came to a realization of what she was doing.

“What is happening…?” she asked herself, making he way across the room. “Was I just doing that?”

Slightly tipsy, she turned to a still Giovanni. Unsure of what was actually happening, she trudged out of the room.

Gillian exited the building and stepped into the cool evening. Rain was beginning to pour in the darkness, as pools formed and trickled through the parking lot.

“Dammit,” she said, as she stepped in a muddy puddle. Water poured into her shoes, and she hopped onto the pavement. “A soaker… These were good shoes!”

Hobbling over to her car, she fiddled for the key in her pocket. She removed a pair a key, and shielded her eyes from the rain before getting to the car. As she inserted the keys into the car, the rainwater collected on her hands and the keys fell.

“Jeez!” she cried out, bending down. As she searched under the car, she heard another car coming. She continued to roam around under the vehicle with her hands.

A car horn blared and it zoomed past her. With its power, a spray of water hit her from behind, soaking her pants.

Grabbing the keys, she got up. Wiping her face, her red hair stuck to her cold skin. She tried desperately to fit the key into the lock, but a frustration built up in her.

“Fit!” Gillian cried out, sniffling in the rain. Furiously, she hit the window with her hand. “Why?” she cried out. “Dammit! Why?!”

“Just go home,” she told herself. Starting the car, Gillian turned the wheel to exit the lot. Driving away, the water trickling down her face could have well been the rain.

“Thanks John,” he commented quietly. “You made me realize how boring life in that damn mansion is.”

Mitchell continued walking down the sidewalk. It was dark out now and the only thing keeping the night sky illuminated were the streetlights. The area was filled with a lot of teenage excitement tonight. There were clubs open and young people filled the streets with noise. If this were his real home, he’d be able to walk up to anyone of those people and immediately talk to them. But he didn’t know anyone in Presence.

But then he noticed someone that stood out to him. It was a beautiful, blond haired, blue eyed young girl, about his own age. Her face was plastered with bright red lipstick and smothered with a thick coating of blush.

Mitchell stopped, but wanted to continue walking. This girl – whoever she was – scared him. Even though she looked his age, she acted way too old. He stuttered, “Yes… I am. How did you know?”

“I could tell…” she said, pressing her thick lips together. “My name is Pamela. Yours?”

Suddenly Mitchell realized how attractive this girl was. It distracted him. He felt more comfortable now… and allowed himself to look further down this girl. She was wearing only a short, leather skirt and a tight fitting hot pink top. High black leather boots covered her feet and all the way up her legs to her knees. “Uh… Mitchell…”

She took out a sheet of paper. “Call this number. I know you have someplace to be. Just call it someday.”

Mateo Consuelos let the phone ring several time before her got anxious. Within seconds, Father McMurdy answered the phone.

McMurdy paused on the other end. “I thing I may know what it is,” he replied. He remembered something that happened to him the January three months ago…

As he opened his eyes, he turned on a light. He observed the wall of the room, reading the many church notices. Stopping, he noticed a patch of the wall looked odd; bringing his hand to the beige wall, he touched it.

“What the…” he stuttered, looking at the substance on his hand. It was blood.

“No!” he cried out, reaching for a Kleenex. “This can’t be…” Once he sat down, a gust of wind blew through his office. The light bulb burst.

“Woah!” he said, jumping back from his desk. He jotted his head around the room, knowing very well there were no windows or vents. “Where…?”

Suddenly, a book from his shelf fell on to the floor. The wind came through his office again, but it was much stronger. Without warning, the book caught fire and the wind flipped the cover and turned the pages.

“Sweet mercy…” Father McMurdy muttered, shielding his confused eyes from the wind. “What is happening?”

He snuck up to the fallen book, and observed what page it was at. Taking out a leather bookmark, McMurdy picked up the book. He saw the page; it was littered with text.

“There is hope to stop what is coming,” Father McMurdy whispered, exiting his office, crossing his chest. “But something in this town is doing to deliver an evil unknown to this world. An evil that will destroy goodness…”

“I had relations with Skye while I was possessed,” Mateo stated bluntly. “And she’s pregnant… I don’t know what to do. She insists on keeping the child!”

The priest didn’t say anything for a while, but then he spoke firmly. “You must not kill Skye or her baby. They will both bring terrible evil to this world, but death will do nothing. We must free them both from evil!”

Mateo was confused. “She raped me, Father. She should pay for what she’s done.”

“The woman inside her body is better than the demon,” the priest continued. “And the child could become a blessing if her mother is released of the demons before she is born.”

The Father tisk-tisked on the other end. “I’m afraid it isn’t a simple. This child will be born late this spring, or early this summer. Skye has the power to make this go much faster.”

Just then, a second voice chimed in on the other end of the line: “Don’t you dare!”

Addy got sick of waiting for Gillian, and quickly got into the kitchen. She picked up her phone and dialed a number she had partially memorized. After a minute, she got an answer.

“I have no idea,” she slurred. “I think I had too much wine. But I blanked out for a while, and when I came to, I was doing something odd.”

“It was Giovanni,” Brooke said. “I wasn’t making love to him, but it was as if I was pretending to. It was damn strange!”

“I don’t know,” Brooke responded, still groggy. “But I was blank for a while. Why? Oh, my God… Was she supposed to come over?”

“I—” Addy heard someone at the door. “I don’t know. I’ve got to go now. Get some rest tonight.” She hung up, and came into the living room to greet her daughter. “Gillian. It feels as if we haven’t spoken in ages!”

Gillian was soaked with rain and she slipped off her shoes. “I’d rather not talk right now.”

Gillian looked up at her mother. “First, I went to Iris’ house. She treated me like crap. Then I headed over to Giovanni’s and—” She stopped. “Why am I talking to you, anyways? You’re just going to insult me.”

“That’s crap and you know it!” Gillian screamed at her. “You hate me! I hate you! I just don’t understand the hate! Ever since dad died three years ago… Three! Last year, it was two! Is that it? It was right after dad’s death that we started this cycle!”

Addy stopped herself. “It started last year. Remember what I first brought Giovanni home. You thought I was replacing your father, and you broke us up. That is why I hate you.”

Gillian shook her head. “You hate me because dad loved me more than you! And who couldn’t blame him? Why would he want a cold fish anyways?”

“I loved your father!” Addy cried out. “I did! He just—I found out something about him. Something that I didn’t want to believe. That’s why I was arguing with him.”

“On the day he died,” Gillian said coldly. “I came into the house that day, and you were both yelling. He left, and he died.”

Gillian nodded. “Of course… You know it’s your fault. That’s why.” She stormed upstairs.

Addy was left alone. She looked to the stairs, and turned and swore silently. “She can never know…” Addy said lightly. “Never…”

Julian was observing several cameras in the room. He had seen Mitchel leave the house, and he wondered where he could have gone. He only hoped his plan had worked.

“Yes… I know… Keep and eye on him…” Julian said on his phone. “Remember: he mustn’t disgrace this family!”

John rolled over in the bed, observing a sleeping Iris. He wondered how he could have bagged her so easily. It didn’t make much sense, but he had fun.

Rolling to the other side, he picked up the phone and pressed a button. “Hello?”

John smiled. “I don’t thing Iris will be a problem for Adam anymore,” he assured. “She’s in the palm of my hand.”

As John continued, Iris opened her eyes. She wasn’t stupid. She could hear everything he was saying. But she remained quiet. It could work to her advantage.

Adam grabbed the phone, but this time dialed a different number. The sound of rain pouring down filled his ears. He heard an answer.

“No reason,” Adam said. After a moment, “How are things going with that Gio guy?”

A pause. “Bad” was the simple answer she gave him. “I’d rather go to sleep.”

He put down the phone and made way to his bed. He removed his shirt and pants and slipped under the covers. He fell asleep worried. Where could she be?

Kassie could see it starting to connect. “Because… Because I remembered how long I’m staying!”

Kassie nodded. “I remembered. I’m here till tomorrow. It just came to me.” She hoped the fact that she was a terrible liar didn’t show.

“Tomorrow?” he asked, hanging up the phone. “It’s the evening right now. You haven’t even done anything, yet.”

“It’s about time,” he said, finally moving away from the phone. “I’m going to—” He stopped. “Wait, you seem familiar to me.”

Kassie froze. She knew Colin was the man who had been at her house and taken Noah. She only hoped that she had done herself up good enough to not be recognized. “I would remember a man such as yourself.”

Colin continued to think. “You just… seem familiar. I can’t put my finger on it—”

Just then, Kassie rushed over to him and planted a kiss on his lips. She then grabbed him provocatively, and squeezed gently.

As Kassie worked him, she knew that she had to get Noah back. This was he reason for coming, and she wasn’t leaving without him.

Patrick opened his eyes from his sleep. After talking with Darla, he had decided to take a rest. A noise woke him. It was someone in his room.

His eyes adjusted to the darkness, but then the light flicked on. He saw Kassie standing in the middle of the room.

She slowly crept across the room. She crawled onto the corner of his bed and walked on her hands and knees till she was on top of him.

“I like this,” Patrick smiled. He quivered as Kassie pulled away the blanket to reveal his boxers. She quickly removed her shirt to reveal her white bra.

“Yes…” he sighed, bringing his head back. “Oh… I like this present…”

“This!” she cried out. “This is your present! You caused his death by all the lies you told! You killed Noah! You killed him! YOU KILLED HIM!”

Patrick sat up in his bed, and took a few deep breaths. What a strange dream. He could help but wonder what it meant.

Darla, after months of worrying about Noah, her pregnancy and keeping secrets, finally did what she should have done long time ago.

Back when Drew died, in March 2000, Darla had prayed for a miracle to bring him back to her. But it never happened.

“God?” she started, unsure of what to say. “I have always been a religious woman. I’m just sorry I haven’t spoken to you in the past several months. I was preoccupied with frivolous matters. I know that Drew is with you in heaven.”

“I miss him so much, and I hope he doesn’t despise me for what I’ve done. I will make things right, but just not this way.”

She finished, and got ready for bed. It was going to be a long night, as she worried about her visit to the doctor’s the next day…

“Don’t you dare try to destroy me!” Skye Lore said on the other end of the line. “This baby is going to be born on my terms!”

It was strange, but Father McMurdy was actually scared. Of all the personal problems he had dealt with as leader of their church, this was something very different.

Skye just laughed. “I’ve been listening on this end for a while now. It’s almost funny how futile your attempt will be.”

Mateo stood his ground, walking out from his bedroom into the hallway. “Where are you?”

“In the kitchen, you idiot,” Skye insulted, stepping out and showed herself.

“You must vanquish you evil ways!” Father McMurdy declared on the other end.

“Oh, shut up!” Skye said. “You’re almost as bad as that priest on daytime TV! Now, if I did all those things at Brianna’s funeral, why would I stop now?”

Skye cleared her throat. “What didn’t I do? First there were the ravens, then I made some lights explode; afterward, a nice coating of blood on the casket. Then I desecrated the church.”

“About that…” Skye taunted. “She’s very must alive. You want her number?”

As the evening in Presence came to a close, there was one place where a woman lay very still. Lying on the floor in an room in the Beach Hut resort, she didn't move. No one from where she came from knew she was gone.

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Episode 3-05

A NEW DAY IN PRESENCE!
Kassie realizes she's in some big trouble after Colin catches on!
Darla goes to the hospital; the results are read!
Mateo visits Father McMurdy as they read over ancient scriptures.
Skye gets a surprise guest. She gets a memory!
Gillian visits the King Estate.
Iris is spotted by two people.
Adam and Constance talk.
Julian confronts Mitchel.