Cassandra had bided her time for years. A long time ago, Darkwing and Cassandra had something of a relationship. It was informal to be fair, but it worked, they were dedicated to each other. Cassandra had her issues, and Darkwing was never fully pleased with her. Don’t misunderstand, Cassandra was gorgeous; her natural curly hair bounced with the all the liveliness of a spark wire. Her personality was vibrant, happy, and outgoing. She was intelligent, very much so. She was witty, as well as insightful.
Cassandra and Darkwing had been around each other for many many years. Darkwing didn’t outright reject her, he just never fully accepted her. And to a woman in love, this could out right be worse than rejection. And that’s what Cassandra was, in love.
Cassandra loved hard. So hard, that she decided that Darkwing would be hers. When he stepped away from wrestling, she thought she could finally have all his attention. She always competed with Jatt Starr, with Lee Best. Kostoff. Bobbinette Carey. But when he left HOW, he didn’t embrace her. He walked away from everything.
And that’s been the issue. Darkwing walked away from it all. He severed himself from wrestling and it wasn’t so easy to reconnect.
But that’s for another story.
*the night before Cassandra ‘took’ Darkwing *
“what are you doing here?”
She asked herself silently as she parked her black Honda Accord in front of Darkwing’s house in Palos Verdes. It was dark, the street wasn’t well lit, and Darkwing’s house was also dark.
Cassandra knew she’d have no issues getting into the house undetected. The neighborhood was wealthy and affluent, but in the arrogant way. People didn’t think stuff could happen to them up here.
Even Darkwing. The same key after 15+ years. She easily opens the door with minimal noise and slips in, closing the door behind her also with almost no noise.
She’s dressed in black leggings that hug her curves, accentuating the hips and thighs and buttocks. With her height, and large, supple breasts, she looked like a fertility goddess.
A simple navy blue top, equally as tight as the bottoms filled out the look. She wore some black and white Adidas tennis shoes.
She pulled out a vial of a powdered substance and went to Darkwing’s fridge. She found two open bottles of alkaline water and poured equal amounts in each. She shook the bottles and then separated them, placing one near the back and the other in the top and front.
She smiled and closed the fridge. She had already rented an airbnb for the week nearby, pricey, but worth it so she could monitor Darkwing.
She slipped back outside, and as she did, she saw a picture of Bobbinette and Darkwing together. It hung by the front door. She didn’t remember it. Bobbinette was dressed in a magenta top with matching pants, bright as ever, and darkwing had a black collared shirt with a red tie with slacks. They seemed so happy.
“I’ll take care of you too, Bobbinette…. For taking my Darkwing.”
She left the house as she found it.
*present time 3/11, evening *
Darkwing is laying on his couch at his home in Palos Verdes, going through his phone. He comes across his home security app and decides to play around looking at the footage.
He goes back a week or so, totally at random.
And he saw something inexplicable….