The Next Generation 5 From:? Aesgaard Angelique's little clone walked the long path from Collins Road toward the Old House alone. In her youth, she had remembered all sorts of memories of being her ancestor's little sister in 1795, but now as an adult she remembered none of it. Blonde, beautiful and brainy, she was often referred to as the princess of Collinwood as all the boys in her high school competed for just glimpse of her long golden locks or a view of her blue azure eyes.
What she really preferred was the calm, quiet serene of paradise as she walked alone through the woods. She heard screaming behind her as she looked behind her. One large figure in a hockey mask carrying a rusty machete charged for her as another in a inside out Halloween mask and fedora clicked his glove with four long blades. They rushed to attack her as Sara stood her ground, glared disgustedly and rolled her eyes. She threw her books at the clawed monster and flipped the psycho hockey player as they came in fighting range. "I think you broke my nose !!" "I think you broke my nail !!" Sarah recognized the voices as her brother pulled off the hockey mask and his crony, Russell Coleman, removed his glove. It had taken him three months to create the hinges and back peice of the glove in shop class and he was very protective of it. "Would you stop this crap ?" Sarah glared at William. "You've been trying to scare me since we were kids ! This is not a movie, this is real life !" "This is how I show I love you." Her big brother beamed his big, stupid smile as his buddy inspected his glove. Dark-haired with two eyes of solid black, Coleman had Indian blood in him, or so he claimed. His grandparents had opened Coleman's, the large discount merchandise store in town back in the 1950s. A bit heavy set, he was responsible for much of William's fascination in horror movies. "Perfect." He replied. "Lizzie's getting off cheerleader practice in a while. I'm going to meet her !" He took back the machete and hockey mask, tilted his fedora to Sarah and then raced back down the wooded path. "I don't see why you hang out with him." Sara recollected her books as William took them and carried them for her. "I don't see why you date Juinor Haskell." William walked his sister. "You know his father used to date not just Aunt Maggie but Aunt Carolyn too." "His name is Joe," Sarah replied as the back of the Old House came into view. "And I know that. But did you know his mom was once set to marry Uncle Willie ??" "I heard that." William stomped up the backyard and on to the back mud porch. "I wonder if there's any other stories in the family we don't know about." They entered the back kitchen as Sarah took her books and headed up the back stairs to her room. A creature of habit, William opened the refridgerator to stack one his his triple-decker sandwiches. "Darling," Angelique stood in the arch. "Could you come here ?" "I guess," William left the bread and sandwich-makings out as his mother led him into the dining room. His Aunt Maggie was sitting at the table under the portraits of Joshua and Naomi Collins as his mother pulled a chair out for him. He wondered what he was in trouble for. "Honey," Angelique spoke. "We seem to have a problem." "If it's about the bottle of tequila in my room, Russell left it." He unwittingly incriminated himself. "No," Maggie started as Angelique smirked in amusement. "William, are you and Amanda doing anything you shouldn't be ?" "You mean like smoking ?" "No, honey," Angelique became very maternal as she took her boy's hands and leaned into his eyes. "Are you two........intimate ?" "She's my cousin !!!" William blurted out with apparent shock. "William," Maggie pulled her hair back. "She's in love with you." "Why would she do a dumb thing like that ?!" The nineteen year old asked. "If anyone could be in love with me, why couldn't it be Tricia, Cathy or....." "William," Maggie became frustrated. "Jamison is a very lousy brother and he's been terrorizing her for a long time. Not only that, but everyone in school teases her because of her red hair. When someone like you comes around and is nice her, she is going to make an emotional connection." "Sweetheart," Angelique continued next. "I am so proud that you stand up for her, but you need to delicately set her straight and maybe find someone else to whom she can channel her feelings. It took me years of undirected emotion to get your father to notice me, and I can sympathize with Amanda's pain. She needs to be loved." "You want me to fix her up with Russell ?" "Oh god, not Coleman !!" Maggie fretted and rounded her eyes in shock with the idea of Russell Coleman as a potential suitor for her daughter. "Not quite," Angelique smiled. "But it's a step in the right direction. Now, one other thing." "What ?" "That bottle of tequila in your room." Angelique raised a parental eye brow.
