Chapter Seven: Secrets Revealed Part I
Rain was pouring and drops of water were left on Willow's windows. She was in her living room watching a late night movie, when the doorbell rang. ~ Dawn was still in college, Anya and Xander are in their happy and cozy home doing God-knows-What...and the Hamilton's are safely at home. Who could that be? ~ she thought.
" Billie?" Willow opened a slightly and saw Billie in her black clothes from the funeral. Surely Willow knew that she hadn't gone home by then. Before Willow invited her in, Billie invited herself in and headed toward the couch.
" Is something wrong? Billie, you look pale...have you eaten?" Willow went over to Billie and touched her forehead with her palm. It was icy cold and Willow decided to go to the kitchen to fix Billie a warm drink. Billie grabbed her Aunt's arm.
" Don't bother giving me anything...I'm not that cold," Billie let go of Willow and plopped onto the leather couch. Her wet brown hair left some wet marks on the furniture, but Willow didn't seem to mind.
" And besides, Colin and I had a fight at the cemetery, so it's pretty obvious that I'm not allowed to go back to the house. So, I might as well stay here, if you don't mind." Billie continued.
" All right, but let's get you a..." before Willow could finish her sentence, Billie interrupted her.
" Green eyes and Brown eyes don't make Ocean Blue eyes, do they?" Billie's voice was as sharp as a dagger through the heart. Willow's eyes were dilated, and she stared at her niece.
" Billie." Willow cleared her throat.
" I'm right, aren't I? My dad's brown eyes can't make my ocean blue eyes with Mom's right?" Billie raised her voice slightly trying to get the truth out of her Aunt.
" No." Willow looked away and realized the television was still on. Seconds later, Billie grabbed the remote from Willow's hand and turned it off.
" Willow...are you saying..." Billie's voice was shaking, " Are you saying that I am not the daughter of Colin Hamilton? And that I am a bastard, a.k.a., an illegitimate child?" Billie's ocean blue eyes were dilated and preyed on Willow's response.
Billie gave out a sarcastic laugh, " So what now? I may as well have my last name changed to Summers..." There was no humor in those eyes of Billie.
Willow didn't know what else there is to say, and nodded slowly. She knew how angry and pissed Billie was.
" Well, that just made my day," Billie got up from the couch with her hands still clenched with the remote. Willow thought she heard something breaking, and her brown eyes looked up.
" Damn it, Willow!" Billie threw the remote control to the hardwood floor. When the remote violently bounced off from the floor, there was a white line made from it.
" Damn you! How can you keep something like this from me after all these goddamn fifteen years?" Billie yelled out and dropped her knees to the floor. Her bandaged hand was now wet with some of her blood that stained the cloth. Willow started to cry and went over to her.
" I'm sorry, your mother and I wanted to protect you..." Willow laid Billie's head on her shoulder.
" Protect me from what?" Billie embraced her Aunt harder than she had ever embraced anyone.
When Willow responded, her voice softly echoed from the living room through the kitchen and the hallway.
" Your father..."
* * *
Darkness had swallowed up Billie and she was alone in the shadows. She had a stake in her hand and Billie recognized her left hand was healed. Later, there were footsteps that was coming from behind her. The vibration of the footsteps on the ground made her skin crawl, and the hair on her arms rise up.
There in front of her, was a dark tall figure, just like the one she met at the cemetery. Billie just stood there, while the six foot frame went up closer towering over her. Her ocean-blue eyes tried to search his face under that hood the stranger had on.
Just then, the dark frame casually lifted the hood from his head. ~ No. ~ she thought. Her mind were filled with past memories and flashbacks from her childhood. She remembered on her first birthday, there was a tall dark figure near the window watching her take her first bite of the cake. There was also the time when she was five years old, and was on her bed drawing a picture.
Those blue eyes...the same on the paper she drew and on that man's. The blonde hair...the same on the paper and on that man's. And last but not least, the black clothing the figure wore in the drawing and also what the man wore in front of her wore. They were both the same.
No...
The tall man threw his hooded black cloak aside, and went towards Billie. His silver blue eyes stared at the girl as if searching for her soul. Billie could feel his breathing and white puffs of air came out of his mouth.
No...
Billie drew back while her gaze was set on the stranger. The same man she met during the funeral. The same man she drew innocently when she was a little girl.
" NO!" Billie held her head and screamed. Her voice echoed in the darkness, and she heard a small chuckle coming from the man. " It can't be!" Billie looked into those screaming bright eyes of his. All the man did was just smile revealing his pearly white canine fangs...
His laughter sent all of Billie's nerves up to her brain. She stood still and shocked after what she had discovered.
~ After all these years, he was watching me. Watching my every breath, my every move, my every everything...~ she thought.
When her mouth opened, she only managed to get one word out. Her eyes were still fixed on the man in front of her. She stared at his fangs frightened at what he would do to her...
" Dad?"
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Rain was pouring and drops of water were left on Willow's windows. She was in her living room watching a late night movie, when the doorbell rang. ~ Dawn was still in college, Anya and Xander are in their happy and cozy home doing God-knows-What...and the Hamilton's are safely at home. Who could that be? ~ she thought.
" Billie?" Willow opened a slightly and saw Billie in her black clothes from the funeral. Surely Willow knew that she hadn't gone home by then. Before Willow invited her in, Billie invited herself in and headed toward the couch.
" Is something wrong? Billie, you look pale...have you eaten?" Willow went over to Billie and touched her forehead with her palm. It was icy cold and Willow decided to go to the kitchen to fix Billie a warm drink. Billie grabbed her Aunt's arm.
" Don't bother giving me anything...I'm not that cold," Billie let go of Willow and plopped onto the leather couch. Her wet brown hair left some wet marks on the furniture, but Willow didn't seem to mind.
" And besides, Colin and I had a fight at the cemetery, so it's pretty obvious that I'm not allowed to go back to the house. So, I might as well stay here, if you don't mind." Billie continued.
" All right, but let's get you a..." before Willow could finish her sentence, Billie interrupted her.
" Green eyes and Brown eyes don't make Ocean Blue eyes, do they?" Billie's voice was as sharp as a dagger through the heart. Willow's eyes were dilated, and she stared at her niece.
" Billie." Willow cleared her throat.
" I'm right, aren't I? My dad's brown eyes can't make my ocean blue eyes with Mom's right?" Billie raised her voice slightly trying to get the truth out of her Aunt.
" No." Willow looked away and realized the television was still on. Seconds later, Billie grabbed the remote from Willow's hand and turned it off.
" Willow...are you saying..." Billie's voice was shaking, " Are you saying that I am not the daughter of Colin Hamilton? And that I am a bastard, a.k.a., an illegitimate child?" Billie's ocean blue eyes were dilated and preyed on Willow's response.
Billie gave out a sarcastic laugh, " So what now? I may as well have my last name changed to Summers..." There was no humor in those eyes of Billie.
Willow didn't know what else there is to say, and nodded slowly. She knew how angry and pissed Billie was.
" Well, that just made my day," Billie got up from the couch with her hands still clenched with the remote. Willow thought she heard something breaking, and her brown eyes looked up.
" Damn it, Willow!" Billie threw the remote control to the hardwood floor. When the remote violently bounced off from the floor, there was a white line made from it.
" Damn you! How can you keep something like this from me after all these goddamn fifteen years?" Billie yelled out and dropped her knees to the floor. Her bandaged hand was now wet with some of her blood that stained the cloth. Willow started to cry and went over to her.
" I'm sorry, your mother and I wanted to protect you..." Willow laid Billie's head on her shoulder.
" Protect me from what?" Billie embraced her Aunt harder than she had ever embraced anyone.
When Willow responded, her voice softly echoed from the living room through the kitchen and the hallway.
" Your father..."
* * *
Darkness had swallowed up Billie and she was alone in the shadows. She had a stake in her hand and Billie recognized her left hand was healed. Later, there were footsteps that was coming from behind her. The vibration of the footsteps on the ground made her skin crawl, and the hair on her arms rise up.
There in front of her, was a dark tall figure, just like the one she met at the cemetery. Billie just stood there, while the six foot frame went up closer towering over her. Her ocean-blue eyes tried to search his face under that hood the stranger had on.
Just then, the dark frame casually lifted the hood from his head. ~ No. ~ she thought. Her mind were filled with past memories and flashbacks from her childhood. She remembered on her first birthday, there was a tall dark figure near the window watching her take her first bite of the cake. There was also the time when she was five years old, and was on her bed drawing a picture.
Those blue eyes...the same on the paper she drew and on that man's. The blonde hair...the same on the paper and on that man's. And last but not least, the black clothing the figure wore in the drawing and also what the man wore in front of her wore. They were both the same.
No...
The tall man threw his hooded black cloak aside, and went towards Billie. His silver blue eyes stared at the girl as if searching for her soul. Billie could feel his breathing and white puffs of air came out of his mouth.
No...
Billie drew back while her gaze was set on the stranger. The same man she met during the funeral. The same man she drew innocently when she was a little girl.
" NO!" Billie held her head and screamed. Her voice echoed in the darkness, and she heard a small chuckle coming from the man. " It can't be!" Billie looked into those screaming bright eyes of his. All the man did was just smile revealing his pearly white canine fangs...
His laughter sent all of Billie's nerves up to her brain. She stood still and shocked after what she had discovered.
~ After all these years, he was watching me. Watching my every breath, my every move, my every everything...~ she thought.
When her mouth opened, she only managed to get one word out. Her eyes were still fixed on the man in front of her. She stared at his fangs frightened at what he would do to her...
" Dad?"
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