Bianca sat alone in her apartment looking through the family album. How fast the years had flown by. Glancing at the baby pictures of Miranda, she couldn't help but be reminded of her own childhood as Erica Kane's daughter. Trips to Disneyland, jetting to France. A "girls day out" Erica used to call them. Bianca closed up the album and let out a sigh. Miranda had left with a friend to go to a concert, leaving Bianca home alone for the next few hours. Suddenly the doorbell snaps Bianca from her thoughts.
Probably Miranda, she thought to herself. Perhaps she had forgotten something and came back to get it? Bianca slowly picked herself up from the sofa, and made her way to the doorway. Ring the doorbell went once again.
"I'm coming Miranda, I'm coming!" she yelled out. Making her way to the door, she began to unfasten the various locks that adorned it, she then grabbed the knob and slid the door open.
"Miranda, haven't I told you to keep up with..." Bianca froze in terror at the sight of the man at her door. It was Michael Cambias.
"Miranda? Who's Miranda?" Michael asked.
"No... Not you." Bianca whispered to herself.
"What, you didn't miss me Bianca? I'm hurt..."
"How... You're supposed to be dead!"
"Well, obviously that didn't take..."
"I KILLED YOU!"
"No you see, about that... No, no you didn't kill me and if you did... I wouldn't be standing here in front of you, now would I?"
"Out... GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"Oh, tisk tisk tisk, Bianca. You're in no position to be demanding anything... Now answer my question, who is Miranda?"
"I want you to leave now!"
"Or you'll what?"
"You don't have any power over me anymore, Michael! Your power ended the night I put a bullet in you!"
"Now that's where you're wrong... I've always had power, Bianca... Fact is, I still have power over you, you just haven't realized it yet."
Bianca tried to shut the door on him, but Michael stopped it with his foot. Bianca began to feel fear set in.
"I'm only going to ask you one more time, who is Miranda?"
Bianca proceeded to spit in his face "You go to hell." she said softly.
Michael forced his way through the doorway and grabbed Bianca's arm and twisted it violently, bringing his arm up over her neck and putting her in a choke hold. Bianca tried to scream for help, but the words just wouldn't form.
"That's it, Bianca scream... scream and I'll break your neck!"
"Let... me... go..." Bianca said over forced coughing.
"Now then, you tell me who Miranda is... She's my daughter, isn't that right?"
"She's... not... yours!"
"Ah that's right she's just not mine, she's ours!" Michael said, letting out a chuckle.
"I... said... let... me... go!" Bianca screamed as she slammed her elbow into Michael's abdomen, causing him to slump to the floor in pain, Bianca managing to escape his grip.
"Oh ho ho ho! That was a big mistake Bianca." Michael quickly sprinted towards Bianca and slammed her to the floor. Bianca attempts to fight him off, but Michael pins her arms to the side.
"Well now, you seem to have forgotten what we meant to each other!"
"We never meant anything to each other, you're a pig!"
"Oh you know you love me... All those women were just facades, delusions you cooked up in that pretty little mind of yours to deny your true feelings for me!"
"You're insane!"
"Come on, don't tell me you'd rather have some slut then a big strong man to protect you, keep you from harm... all that good stuff!"
"You know what, this isn't working... Perhaps we outta recreate that special night between the two of us."
"NO!" Bianca screamed as she fought with all her might to break free, but his grip was just too strong. Michael forcefully kissed her neck, her face, her lips. Bianca wincing every time they're lips met. After what felt like an eternity, Bianca brought up her hand as hard as she could, fighting through Michael's grip on her arm, and delivered a powerful punch, the force of which sent Michael tumbling backwards. Bianca quickly got to her feet and grabbed her phone, visibly trembling.
"Now, come on Bianca..." Michael said from the floor, dazed and confused. "D...D...Don't do anything you might regret, now." he said as he moved closer, on his knees. He placed a hand on Bianca's arm.
"I just think we've gotten off on the wrong foot, you know? C-c-can't you give me a chance? Maybe get to know the real Michael?"
"Oh, I know the real Michael Cambias... he's selfish, wicked, heartless, he loves causing other people misery. Michael Cambias doesn't have a decent bone in his body, he's pure evil, plain and simple." Bianca said as she looked down at the lowly man before her.
"Well, since you feel that way... YOU CAN GO DIE!" Michael violently grabbed Bianca, the two slamming through the windows of the balcony, Michael had Bianca pressed against the railing, grabbing her by the throat.
"See?! This is what you deserve, you little bitch! What did you think you'd get rid of me and then raise my child without me in the picture? Well I've got news for you, Bianca... I will make up for lost time with my daughter, and I'll make sure to tell her all about that night I seduced you and we made sweet, passionate love!"
"You didn't seduce me, Michael... you raped me!"
"Oh man, still milking that for everything its worth I see!"
"Lets play a little game, shall we Bianca? How about we see how high your thresh hold for pain is, huh?" Michael pumped his fist and slammed it hard as he could into Bianca's stomach, causing her to spit up blood.
"How about again?" Michael slammed his fist even harder, causing Bianca to spit even more, the sweater she was wearing was now stained in blood. Michael then directed all his attention to strangling the life out of Bianca.
"Come on! What does it take for you Kanes to die?!" he said, tightening his grip on her. Bianca continued to struggle for breath as she felt the life draining from her. She tried to speak, but couldn't.
"Whats that Bianca? Speak up now I can't seem to hear you!" Michael replied sadistically.
"Stop... it..." She choked the words out.
"Stop it? No, Bianca I won't stop it. I'll never stop until you and everyone else in this town knows exactly what it feels like to lose everything. You took my daughter from me, and in return I'll take your life!"
"Please..." Bianca begged, tears began to form in her eyes.
"Lets see now... how exactly should I do away with you? Do I keep strangling you to death or throw you off this balcony? Decisions, decisions..." Michael contemplated. While he is momentarily distracted, Bianca brought up her hand and swiped her hands down Michael's cheek, leaving a bloody gash, Michael yelled in pain as he released her. Bianca putting distance between the two as fast as her legs could carry her. Thinking quickly she grabbed a knife from her kitchen.
"You stay away from me!" she said as Michael got back on his feet and made his way back inside the apartment.
"What are you going to do Bianca? Stab me?"
"If I have to, I will!"
"Oh, poor pitiful Bianca... You're still the weak little girl I met all those years ago... fragile and weak, like every other woman."
"You can't hurt me anymore... and I won't let you hurt my daughter either!"
"You mean our daughter."
"She doesn't even know you exist!"
"And who's fault is that?"
"She doesn't need a father, especially not you!"
"Oh, so you think you can keep me away from her, is that it?"
"I can, and I will, believe me..."
"So what, if Miranda has no idea I exist what exactly did you tell her about her birth anyway?"
"I told her what she needed to hear."
"What, did you tell her she was some sort of test tube baby, is that it?" Michael let out a laugh in amusement.
"That's what you told her, isn't it?" he chuckled.
"Wow, I knew you Kane women were treacherous and underhanded, but I had no idea..."
"Shut up." Bianca replied "Shut up and leave!"
"Make me." Michael replied defiantly.
"Don't tempt me, Michael... or I will use this!"
"You wouldn't dare..." He said calmly as he approached her, Bianca taking a step back with each one he took. "Besides, you love me."
"No... No I don't love you! I never loved you!"
"Liar." He stopped inches from her and gently stroked her face. He then swiftly forced her into an embrace, kissing her passionately, Bianca protesting the whole time.
"Stop it, Michael... Please stop it."
"Why?"
"You have to stop this... please." Bianca felt petrified as Michael kissed her, unable to use the knife she had in her hand.
Suddenly, Michael became violent again, brutally grabbing Bianca's arm and twisting it, an audible cracking sound could be heard. He then jerked the arm back in place, trying to wrestle the knife from her hand.
"Michael, no!" Bianca screamed.
"We were meant to be Bianca! What is it going to take to convince you?!"
Meanwhile outside David Hayward made his way to the door of Bianca's apartment, noticing the door was wide open.
"What the hell?" Peering in he saw the horror first hand.
"Tell me you love me, Bianca... I need to hear you love me, dammit!" Michael yelled, not noticing the figure of David sneaking in the door. Eyeing the apartment for anything he could use as a weapon, David spotted a small vase and swiftly grabbed it and began to silently stalk Michael from behind.
"I don't want it to be this way Bianca!" Michael continued to rant and rave.
"I tell you what we're going to do Bianca... we're going to go away for while, together as a family, me, you and Miranda. You let me show you what a real man can do for you. Just think of it, your mother's cosmetics firm and Cambias Industries, together we could rule this whole town!"
"I'd die before I'd consider teaming up with you!"
"Now that, Bianca... can be arranged." Suddenly, David slammed the vase over Michael's head, causing him to slump over in a semi-conscious state.
"Shh, shh it's alright, its over..." David cradled a sobbing Bianca. Michael quickly got back on his feet.
"You!" David yelled "What are you doing alive, and here in this apartment Cambias?!"
"Good to see you too, Dr. Hayward."
"Well its certainly not good seeing the likes of you back in Pine Valley! Care to explain why you're not six feet under?!"
"I don't have to explain myself to you, Hayward."
"Oh really? Well how about explaining yourself to the police when they get here, hmm?"
"Ooh, the big bad cops, I'm so scared!"
"Yeah, yeah you better be scared last time justice was mishandled in regards to garbage like you, but this time there isn't a jury on Earth who would take one look at Bianca and not throw your sorry ass in a cell faster than you can say money, which is something all you Cambias' have in common."
"Look, Dave..."
"First of all, don't call me Dave, never call me Dave... Secondly, I've been to prison myself and I've seen what they do to guys like you."
"What'd you do?"
"That is none of your damn business, now get the hell out of here before I call the cops on you!"
"I'm not leaving here, Bianca and I just had a little misunderstanding..."
"A little?! Look at her Michael, her sweater's covered in blood, she has bruises all over her! Now you get the hell out of here before I throw you out myself!"
"We're not through here, Bianca... not by a long shot." and with that Michael left, shutting the door behind him.
David comforted Bianca as she continue to sob in his arms.
"How? How can that bastard be alive after all this time David, how? I killed him, he died right in front of me that night..."
"I don't know sweaty, but I will get to the bottom of this, I promise you."