Prolog:
Cassandra has a secret. She has a lot of secrets. Only a small portion of them, hers. Cassandra collects, not by choice, the secrets of anyone she comes into physical contact with. One of her secrets is how old she is. The guesses she hears are nowhere close to her real age. Looking twenty-five for over four hundred years can fool people. In the beginning she tried to figure out why she stopped aging. She concluded that she just did. She has come to accept it. She has never married and thus has no kids. She doesn’t even know if she can have kids. She figures that short term relationships work best in avoiding the “why don’t you age” question. She no longer remembers her parents, her first love or even the first time she made love for that matter.
Is it time Cassandra learns why she has lived so long and how it is directly ties to the secrets she keeps as well?
Chapter 1?
“Excuse me!” Cassandra said to the young man pushing past her, almost knocking her to the ground. People are so hurried these days. She so enjoyed the quiet of the 1600’s. 2007 was too busy, too noisy, just too… too much.
“Sorry Miss. Didn’t see ya… WHOA!” Starting his apology without even looking back and then, in mid-sentence, noticing the beauty he had just ran into. What a beauty, with her long black straight hair that came down to the lower part of here back, Egyptian like tan skin, and virtually perfect features. She looked like a goddess to him. “But now that I have seen ya, I’d love to see you again.”
“Excuse Me? Are you asking me out?” She’d heard worse pickup lines in her time. “We just literally bumped into each other, and you think I would…” she tried to continue.
“Yeah. I guess you’re right.” He cut her off. “I don’t know a thing about you. You could be a serial killer or worse a Pussycat Doll.”
“Hey. Don’t knock them. I have one of their CDs, and I was talking about me not you.”
“I know. I’m not dim. So how ‘bout it?” he said, “Say we bump into each other at Tears about 10? I’ll even pay.” He concluded.
“How kind. Sure, I guess. You don’t seem that bad”, taking a moment to scan him up and down as he had done her, “and you could have potential.” She has used the potential line before to scare off modern men. They didn’t seem to accept having potential.
“Potential? Lady I’m full of it. So later at Tears.”
“Sure. Tears in on seventh, right?” She knew where Tears was. She was just testing him. She would continue to test him as this progressed or didn’t.
“Big thing happening there tonight. Come early.” He turned to leave. She nodded as they parted. He had gumption. She had to give him that and he could have potential. Plus, she hadn’t had a date in over a year.
