Chapter 3: Memories Part I
Alisa begins to walk up the stairs to the house. Once through the door she stand in the hall way. In front of her is a large staircase, to her left is a door way and to her right a closed door. She pauses and takes in all the sights of the house. Her house.
A red haired woman looking to be about in her late 30's exit's the doorway to Alisa's left. The women wears a white T-shirt and blue jeans. She looks very shaken and upset. The woman closes the front door and Alisa watchs her pain in her eyes. The women sighs and returns to the room to Alisa's left. Alisa follows her. The women sits down at a kitchen table. This is the kitchen of the house. And there is chicken roasting in the oven. Alisa stands by the woman. She extend her hand towards the woman, but before she touches her a voice is heard coming from upstairs and Alisa withdraws her hand back quickly.
"Mom!" The voice from upstairs is matched by foot steps running down the step.
A second later a mid-height, red curly-haired girl wearing a black, blue and white cheerleaders uniform with a large "T" on the shirt, enters the kitchen. The girl is Alisa. The other Alisa is not shocked but more pain enters her eyes.
"Don't." The Alisa wearing the white dress says. But no one hears her.
The Alisa that just entered the room holds a large bulky gray portable phone, and leans against the door frame of the door way.
"Mom, there is some British guy on the phone for you. Says he's from some council or something." The Alisa in the doorway says. She walks over and hands her mother the phone. The white dressed Alisa watches with saddness in her eyes.
"Hello?" The woman says into the phone, "Yes, this is she."
The woman listens to the person on the other side of the phone, as the cheerleader Alisa turns around to leave the room. Then when the cheerleader Alisa is almost out of the kitchen the one word come clearly through the phone that all in the room hear. "Alisa" the voice said. This stops cheerleader Alisa in her tracks. Cheerleader Alisa turns around and listens. For a few moments no words are made out from the other side of the phone conversation and the woman at the table continues to listen. Then one more word can be heard clearly. "Slayer".
