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Authors Note: Wind Shire is an old hotel that sits across from Buffy and Spike Summers' house. Inside lays secrets of the past, secrets that are about to pull Buffy inside.

Rating: PG-13

Title: Hidden Secrets Prologue/?

Author: TK

Chapter 1

1904.……..

"Lizzy, catch," yelled twelve year old Liam O'Connor throwing a baseball to his best friend.

"Liam," squealed the little golden blonde ducking out of the way of the in coming baseball. "Are you trying to hit me?" she demanded placing her tiny ten year old hands upon her white lacey dress.

"No, Silly, you're suppose to catch the ball, not get out of it's way," the twelve year old dark hair boy rolled his eyes. Girls! He would never get them.

"It's not proper for a lady to play ball," replied Elizabeth Winters placing standing her ground. "Mommy said I am to act as a proper lady. Plus your father said that we are not allowed to play ball in the hotel," she reminded her forgetful best friend.

Liam shook his head. He grinned the minute a thought popped into his mind. Like the wind he ran past Elizabeth grabbing her hat off her head along the way.

"Liam, give that back," demanded Elizabeth running after the laughing boy. She chased him down the shiny brown hallway of the second floor down into the den that the O'Connor's used as their private rooms.

"You're too slow," teased Liam jumping out of Elizabeth's way as she made a move for her hat.

"Liam Angelus O'Connor, someday you're going to be nicer to me, just you wait," promised Elizabeth plopping down in her friend's father's leather chair.

"Don't hold your breath," teased Liam handing the hat back to Elizabeth. He never could tease her for very long. Those sad puppy dog green eyes got him every time.

"Thank you," smiled Elizabeth in trimpht. She placed a kiss on Liam's cheek before walking out of the room, leaving a blushing twelve year old.

Present…….

The hotel laid dormant for so long. It's old boards creaked as the wind blew threw the windows. Scratching sounds came from the trees out side letting a crying sound echo through out the halls. On the ground the dead leaves and grass crumbled and withered away. Torment plays it's sad songs through out the rooms one by one. Loneness and fear plays upon the mind. A hotel lays dormant.

"Hey, Sis, what are you doing?" asked Spike Summers coming up beside his twin sister.

"Sketching," returned the sixteen year old golden blonde Buffy Summers. Spike wasn't surprised when he noticed that his twin did not lift her head from her drawing once. That fact did not surprise him. His sister happened to be a true artist in every since of the word. The talent she contained amazed him to no end.

"Hey, that's' Wind shire," commented Spike catching a glimpse at what his sister drew so carefully with her graffiti pencil. He looked across the street at the old hotel. No one went there anymore. The city planned on tearing it down, until a group of enviromentalist insisted that it was a city land mark. The city decided that they would not tear it down after a very convincing case went through the courts. Since then it stood untouched. Everyone said the place was hunted, not that Spike bought into the story, but still…

"Isn't it beautiful, Spike?" wondered Buffy finally looking up from her drawing. "Such an old feeling to it, like you can look at it and see a story of the past before you," she expressed. Buffy knew her twin brother probably thought her comments were crazy, but she didn't care. Ever since she her tenth birthday, and she had been dared to go over to Wind Shire and knock on the door, she had always felt a connection to it.

Everyone thought it the hotel was hunted. Yet, every time she would look at it, or think of it, she would get a warm sense of home from the place.

"Come on, Bits, Mom has dinner ready," informed Spike standing up from his sitting position.

"Let's go then," relented Buffy standing up to follow her brother.

"Elizabeth," a named that floated to Buffy's ears. Turning around in her spot she looked over at the hotel once more. 'What's the story behind you,' she wondered. 'Why are you calling Elizabeth?' she asked silently. There was no way she was going to asked that question out loud. Never would she let anyone know that since she was ten she had heard that name a couple of times, but never thought much of it. That is until now…..

TBC with feedback. This is a prologue to a story idea I have. If I get enough reviews. I will work more on this story once I am done with at least one of my others. If you wanted more of this story, please send me feedback and let me know.

Have a Great Week!!!!!!!!!!!

TK