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«To be haunted is to glimpse a truth that might best be hidden.»
James Herbert
The things we leave behind
Chapter seven-Inoscence lost
By Slaya
It was a cold damp cave. She felt so lost inside.
But she was safe. For awhile.
The fire burned warm. Every part of her body felt reliefed.
«Love isn t such a simple thing.
It s very complicated….you know. It can never be too much.
But it can always be….naaaah,. I m not gonna tell you. You re young. Believe in love while you can. Caus I m just five by five and really fine.
Caus… .you know, since I ve died, I ve noticed things that were never ever so relevant.
Maybe I m just talking bullshit.»-a dark haired girl was saying-«But…. how can you love someone who s hurting you?!?»-she screamed as Cassie twiched, suddenly like there was something teribly wrong.
She disapears, morphs into a nuder being. A nuder woman, also with dark hair, but blue, cold eyes. She could judge everyone in the world with that cold winter blaizing inside.
«Do you even know who I am?»-she asked Cassie.
«No, I don t. Who are you?»
«Hm. All of the trouble, all of the torchure and the damn 140 mile run, but still…..no one knows who I am.»-she turns to face Cassie.
«I know who you are. You are Casandra. And you see the future, the past and the present. You shall die young, but you do not believe it. Even if the idea came out of your own mind.
You are the slayer. The one who will face the powers of darkness like the many before you.
But you do not know the women who indeed were the ones in your place miles ago. For I am one of them.
I am Thessily. And I have slayed for almost eighteen years or so.
I no longer remember.
I m fading, my memory is fading, everything will soon be lost.
But remember little girl. You have seen Thessily. The slave girl that came to be a slayer.
It stands for something.»
Silence.
Blood started to drip from somwhere above on Cassies hand. She had this dream often. Never the same. But always so strangley vivid.
She knew it was a dream. She knew that she was seing the slayers. The past and the future.
She feels a hand on her shoulder.
A hand that knocks her to the ground.
«You should guard your back a little bit better.»-said a girl with a starnge accent.
Her neck was all bloody. She died in a very scary way.
Cassie recognized this one. Her name was Kendra. She came after Buffy and before Faith.
«You re Kendra.»
«Just because you can name the game doesn t mean that you can play it.
I knew the name of my death to be.
And look at me now. Do I seem alive to you?»
«Don t scare the girl.»-Cassie heard a familiar voice. Buffy. She was always cooming to the rescue. Some slayer s weren t so…….nice.
«You don t have a say in this.»
«Yes I do. I ve been a visitor here lot longer than you. Sorry…but bye.»
Kndra vanished.
«Thank you.»
«I m not gonna be here always.
How are Willow and Spike?»
«They re good.»
«What about Dawn, and the others?»
«They re not saying anything about her. Anya died a day ago. They wanted to keep it hush-hush for me, but….I managed to find out.
A demon killed her.
Xander and Tara went out of the town. Took Dawn along.»
«So she s changing schools again?»
«Yeah.»
She tried not to mencion anything about Anya, pretended not to care. But she did care.
Couldn t find her peace. She had to be in the new slayer s head.
She said nogthing more.
And Cassie woke up.
Read the newspaper before she went to school.
There was an article about the «strange dissapearence of Casandra Lewis».
They printed her picture a couple of times.
She and Red casted a few spells. So that no one could recognise her.
It was so really strange, but she didn t miss her family. Here and now.
She has truly known the meaning of freedom. Just to slay and to play the game. It was just that. Nogthing else.
She walked to school. Everybody just passed her not even looking at her.
She was a geek, a weirdo or whatever they called her.
And it wasn t fair.
She saved they re egsistance lots of times, again and again every time she slayed a vamp.
That s people for you.
Sickening, diskusting, ungrateful and stupid.
Living just to eat, sleep, piss, shit and be (by Spikes definition) happy meals on legs.
«God, I m starting to sound like a vamp. What s wrong with me?
Even a slayer is human. I m human. Wait.
Someone told me that once.»
In her dream. It was Nikki.
«To save the lie, it s a trickening tide.»
Sonja.
«Death is a friend.»
The first slayer.
«You know me, five by five.»
Faith.
«The Roman emperor has a trick too many up his sleave. You better watch it. He s gonna fool you.»
Diana.
«Hey, we have the same name. Casandra.»
Casandra Marsilka. A vamp didn t kill her. Died on the stakes, the poor girl.
«The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain. Or something like that. It s all very relative. Not in the way they have taught us.
And they have taught us wrong.»
Virginia Dare.
She, as her name said it, dared to do a lot.
«Be sharp, be quick. Stay with yourself. Don t go anywhere.»
Ildiko Gellert.
«In my country there is sand, sand till infinity brakes up with the tiny particles of dust.
And they re there also. Can t avoid them. Godda stand in the front lines of the war where truth and love are the first to bite the dust.
Death.
We love it. We dance with it. We live it.»
Shagrat al-Durr.
«Faries are glisenin and we are all one big happy family. And in my mind I saw the vampire with words just like mine. And I saw her kill one of us.
I don t know who that was. Could it be you?»
Marie Christine Du Lac.
She sacrifised much. She was a frernch noble woman. She saw things long before she became the One.
To be a slayer. It turned her life upside down. The total oposite of everything that she s been taught.
«The memory of the fight remains like a sweet flower kiss to my cheek.»
Claudine.
«I loved him. More than anything else.
So he left me at the darkest of the recked clouds. Alone. All alone in the dark.»
Elizabeth Weston.
«Bees, little bees busing aroung.
It s all about the power. Who has it. And how s he using it. The bees use chemicals to enchant the others into mesmoration.
Of our beloved nation.
It doesn t make sence.»
Justine.
«Keep it real. Keep it short. Don t listen to the rest of them. They haven t seen what I have. It s in my mind. Say stop.
They lie to you. You don t know the truth.»
Lucy Hanoower.
«The true power lies in: focus, agility, ability, strenght, courage and by far most…love.»
Angela Martignetti.
A beautiful italian. She was…..different. She was unique. Warm.
«I m so full of that damned grace.»
Grace.
«The face of my death is now the face of your teacher. Listen to him well. For he knows how to brake the laws and to win. I didn t stand a chance.
But the path is more important than the goal. Remember that well.»
Xin Rong.
Spike killed her.
«Remember me. Will you?
Arrabela Gish.
«Wisdom is such a relative term. Everything is relative.
The fact that you see me, even if I m dead is relative. You can never know what to think.
Here, we find the beauty of it all.»
Britta Kessler.
«The war was an ugly little freak of nature.»
Sophie Cartsensen.
«I find them and I kill them. No mercy.
No looking at life or love. It is forbiden. It is dangerous. Doesn t anybody know that love doesn t have mercy?
De donde erres?
You haven t been here for very long, haven t you.»
Isabel Cortes.
«Let live and love.»
India Cohen.
«You can t see me, you can t feel me.
I ll be the one that you ll find dancing on your grave.»
Austin.
«The iron fist is what you little girl need.»
Anna Kuei.
«The future holds many secrets. It s up to you to make them all go away.
Everything you see here, or on the outside……………
It is all a lie.
Can bouch for that.»
Melaka Fray.
«Get yourself together. You re sickening to me.
Blood on your hands. That s not a big deal.»
Mariko.
«How to begin? This was all such a blow into my mind. Probably feeling the same way, right? Well…it s been fun. Godda go.
No fun talking to a person who lived before I was even born.
Later girlfriend.
Pusa iz dubine mog srca.»
Ivana Pavlovna.
And here comes Buffy Anne Summers, one of Cassie s favorites. She was always staying sain, not like the others. They sometimes hurt her in more ways than one.
«Just live. For me.
Don t die caus you wanna be me.
A hero.
You already are that.»
«I am the first, I am the last.»
The first slayer.
Cassie has been dreaming about them ever since the first night that she s been called.
She talks to them, listens to them. Looks at the things that happened to them.
They have one thing in common, all of them do.
They miss to be alive, the slaying, the death around them, let it be painful as it is, but they need death around them to make them stand on their toes.
And that s what makes their inoscence lost.
They re not little children. Neither is Cassie anymore.
She s one of them now.
No loss, no cost appeared. Yet.
The first ray s of sun in the morning touches Cassies hair. Makes it glisening. Makes it warm.
But little did she know, this is not gonna be a warm day.