The Mask That She Holds Before Him
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Chapter One: Meeting Someone Who Paints Roses
Slamming the book shut, bolting everyone to their attention with in range of the loud pop. A woman with waist length wavy rusty blond hair, her long fingers and delicate looking hand pinning the book down as she stood out of her chair. A furious angered look crossing the lovely features of her face, her deep chocolate brown eyes didn't hold the warmth they had before when Giles came and told her she was leaving due to her newly attained status. He was standing before her with his hands in his pockets, obviously bothered about something more.
"Where am I heading, Giles?" She snarled.
"You're going to Los Angeles. Preferably to Wolfram & Hart. I'm sorry, Elisa, but after the fight in Sunnydale with the Hellmouth. We thought you would be best as Watcher before. Now, they have chosen you to go to the States and be a Watcher there." Said Giles.
"I'm not a Watcher anymore! I haven't been one for over a hundred years. I'm a bloody damn Vampire, Giles! I'm needed here more than anywhere else." She snapped harshly.
"If you don't go, they'll dust you." He said in a soft tone, and then pulled off his glasses and cleaned them.
The Mask She
She took note of his habit of worry, if he cleans his glasses with soft tones, he didn't like being the bearer of the news nor the one to hear that decision. She sighed and sat down in her chair with English grace.
"When do I leave for the bloody States?" She said, rubbing her face with her hands.
"Tomorrow." He said, sitting down on the table.
She nodded and stood up, gathered her things, "Well, then. I better start getting pack, don't I?" She said.
"Ms. Day. Please leave your files and books here. After all, they do belong to the New Watchers' Guild here." Said a male voice; entering the room.
A rather short and bald man entered the room; he held the air of a very arrogant British man in his pressed grey suit. Elisa raised her eyebrow at him, still have fury in her eyes, "These books and papers belong to me, so sod off, Price." She snarled and walked away. Elisa went to her apartment and begun to pack. A soft knock came to her ears.
"Go away, Giles." She said.
Giles walked in, "You know I can walk in here. It's not like I'm a vampire of the sort." He said.
Elisa glanced to him, "But by British pride, I can tell you things and make you leave." She said.
Giles threw a thick stack of yellow folders on the coffee table, "These are the files on who you will be working with. It includes past histories and current ones. Be careful, Elisa." He said.
She placed her hands on her hips, stretching her back, "You forget who and what I am." She said closing her eyes.
"You're a Watcher named Elisa A. Day. You're a hundred-two year old Watcher at that." He said and then sat down in her plush cream love seat, "You've seen things only Watchers' written and seen themselves through each other's writings. Elisa, I wish I could change their choice sending you away-." He said, but she raised a hand to stop him.
"Giles, if you keep talking like that, it's going to sound like a sodding goodbye." She said and then turned to zip her bag shut, "Well then, that should be the last of it."
She reached around and grabbed the top file of the lot, "William Pratt? Who is this bloody bugger?" She said, glancing to Giles, "It's not William the Bloody, aka Spike, is it?" Her eyes danced at the thought of meeting this man.
Giles nodded, "He's not the only duffer there you have to worry about. His name is Angel, formally Angelus. He has many other names in his file, it would be best you read up on them on your flight over to Los Angeles. Elisa, this isn't some game to be toyed with. This is serious-." He started, but he stopped when he saw her looking at him with a dulled look.
"Rupert. I'll tell you all the time. I understand the precautions and this little bird can take a hit. Not because she's a vampire, but because I learned quite a lot over my time. I'm not some Big Girl's blouse. Look, I'll message you when I land in the States." She said in a serious tone, and set down the folder. She reached over and grabbed a pack of cigarettes, "Care for a fag?"
He shook his head, "Are you going by your nickname when you meet them?" He asked.
"You never contacted them about me? That's not like you, Giles." She said, placing the pack to her lips, pulling out a single cigarette.
As she lit the cancer stick, he explained, "Yes, I did inform Angel of your arrival. But I didn't quite given him your name yet. I am to inform that when I put you on the flight tomorrow evening." He said.
"Tell him my real name, but not to expose to the others. If anyone asks my name, it's Athena Wolfe." She said.
"Still trying to hide your past, Elisa?" He asked.
"Not hide. I know what I did was wrong, back then I didn't care what I did. I was stupid, now I'm repaying for it. I just don't want to drive any more people away from me because of it. It's something I rather kept to myself until it has to be known." She explained, lightly shoving her suitcases one-by-one to the door neatly.
"Question, Elisa. Where did you come up with the last name? I understand Athena is your middle name, but what of the name 'Wolfe'?" asked Giles.
Elisa took in a long drag on her cigarette, "It was my mother's maiden name." She said as she exhaled the smoke.
"I wondered how vampires do that when they have no breath." He asked.
She smiled at this, "Well, we don't actually need to breath, not in the sense as humans do. It's likely a false intake of oxygen. It at the least gives me the comfort being a little less dead than I really am." She said.
Giles chuckled at this, "I'll come pick you up around eight. If that time is suitable for you?" He asked and stood up.
She agreed, "See you all bright and bushy tailed in the morning." She said, and then put out the cigarette.
Elisa escorted him to the door, "Elisa. Just be careful." He said.
"Always, Giles." She said, "The same goes for you." He nodded and left.
She closed the door and silently took her boots off. Sighing, she walked back over to the coffee table and grabbed another cigarette from the pack, as she lit the cigarette, she begun to sing, "They call me the Wild Rose, but my name was Elisa Day. Why they call me this I don't know, for my name was Elisa Day." She sung and stopped by taking a hard drag on the cig.
Okay. Things are tough for her in the beginning and it'll get tougher. I'll try to keep this updated as much as I possibly can. So please enjoy and review. Bye!