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Okay I have been writing this story for a few months now, from January. I was a little disappointed with how the Franco Kidnapping played out on the show. And this is my version of what happened and will go along with the current storyline of Franco's returns too. Enjoy.

The Flame of Franco

The Beginning...

The flame of the candle flickered; casting a dancing shadow across her face as she stared intensely down at it. She was memorized by the beauty of it; how the riches of reds and oranges where captured in it, along with a deep almost purple blue that emulated around it. She watched as the melted wax ran down the shaft of it and onto the base of the holder. She did not flitch or cry out as she pressed her finger into the puddle of hot wax that rested along the edge. She ran the wax in between her fingers until it cooled and became a solid form. Smearing it onto the edge of the table, she stood up and began to move across the room towards the bay window. From it she could make out the city of Port Charles. There was a flurry of snowflakes falling slowly down from the sky. Tonight was going to be perfect, she thought to herself as she stood there watching the snow fall.

Moving away from the window, she stepped towards the bar, where a bottle of red wine was awaiting. Two glasses stood beside it along the smooth granite table top of the bar. Taking a glass in her hand and the bottle in the other; she poured herself a glass. The room was in utter silence besides the clinking of glass against glass as the tip of the bottle glazed against the rim of the glass; a deep plum red liquid flowed between them. Once the glass was half filled, she placed the bottle of wine back onto the counter of the bar. She raised the rim of the filled glass now to her lips and took a sip of the bitter liquid. Her mouth seemed to burst as the texture of the wine ran down her throat. It immediately made her cheeks flushed with warmness. She took another small sip of the wine before carrying the glass out onto the terrace. Ignoring the cold brush of the wind against her bare skin as she opened the French doors that blocked the terrace from the rest of the room; she placed the wine glass down on the edge of the hot tub. It was still continuing to snow as she wrapped her arms around her thin frame and looked up at the dark grey sky of the night. Smiling to herself, she undid the knot of the black flannel robe she was wearing and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a black string bikini. Taking the hair tie that was wrapped around her wrist; she pulled her long espresso black hair into a pony tail. Licking her lips moist, she stepped onto the step of the hot tub and swung her leg over the side. She was now seated on the edge of the Jacuzzi, legs ankle deep in the hot water. She stayed like that for a second before slipping her whole body into the tub and moving to the far side. Taking a seat on the bench, she leaned back and closed her eyes. Everything was falling into place. Stretching her left arm out, she reached and took the wine glass in her hand once again. Taking a sip from it, she now waited.

A wicked smile appeared on her face at the sound of the front door being open from the other room. Her heart began to race with excitement as she heard the movement in the other room and the sound of footsteps getting closer. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She made a mental note to thank Spinelli for passing along her message. Taking a deep breath, she took one last sip of her drink before placing it back on top of the edge. Adjusting the top of her bikini, she arched her back, thrusting out her chest. She wanted to look desirable. She then saw a movement from behind the French doors; "I'm out here!" she called. Her brown eyes focused on the shadow that suddenly appeared on the patio tile.

"Hello Ms. McCall! I've been waiting to meet you!"

Her brown eyes widened as they looked out onto the artist, Franco's face. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing however came out. The wine glass shattered to the patio floor as it dropped from her grasp. Her heart beat raced as Franco began to step towards the Jacuzzi, a twisted smile appearing on his darken face.

Okay, I know it's really short but this is just the beginning, more will be coming soon! Thanks for reading and please review, telling me if I should continue or not.

The Flame of Franco