(She knew what would come next, so she braced herself)
"What do you mean you're dying?" Connor asked stunned.
"Dying to get out of here?" She offered but Connor wasn't fooled. He boxed her in by placing either hand on the wall behind her.
"I repeat, what do you mean dying?"
"Exactly the way it means. I'm dying. Departing this world. Leaving this astral plane. Ascending to a higher place." She paused before continuing. "Cashing in your chips. Kicking the bucket."
"I get the point!" Connor backed up a few steps. "How?"
"Blood disorder which has happened in my family every generation since we cursed Dmitrij."
"Is there a cure?"
"It's stunned the best doctors Connor. My mother's sister had it, and I have it. I've been tested and re-tested ever since they found it in my blood."
"What do you mean they have no cure?"
"Like I said. It's a strange blood disorder which has the best doctors stunned."
"How long do you have?"
"Three months tops." Sighing she covered her face. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that Dmitrij is killed before I die. If not, you know the consequences." She began to pick at the blanket. "You've seen what he is capable of commanding. All the scars that mark me are from his followers. They didn't know that my blood would coagulate. They found it... amusing."
"I don't want to know."
Ignoring Connor, she continued. "For days on end, they would feed off of little blood. They enjoyed 'branding' me. I was like their property. I was below human, I was a Belov. Therefore I deserved to be punished. Those feedings were punishment enough. They did other torturous things until they got bored. Then I was used like a corner tramp. Over and over and over again. Until I regained enough energy to escape. Do you have any idea how painful it is Connor? To be used like a toy over and over again? To be physically and emotionally abused? That's what Dmitrij will do to hundreds of other people. He will not only break up families, but he will break down people's wills. That is what I cannot allow to happen. You must understand Connor that if I don't stop him, I've failed my family. My heritage, my friends, my destiny."
(While unknown downstairs, Cordy is reading...)
She quickly grabs her head as her eyes go completely white. She grabs the side of the couch and the pain hits her like a truck.
Faded images flow through her mind. One of Nikkylia smiling with people she assumed was her family. Then flashes to a blended picture of the car being run off the road. Cordy watches as a woman tried to hurry her children to safety, but they're picked off one by one. She sees the chains that held Nikkylia for three weeks. She felt her pain. Suddenly, she sees the man who is responsible for so many years of pain. He is laughing. He moved forward and grabs Nikkylia. As quickly as he grabs her, his fangs are imbedded into her neck. Bother of her hands come up and push against the vampire. Then Nikkylia falls backwards onto the floor. The signs outside are impossible to make out. Her body shudders once, then twice.
As quickly as the vision started, it ended. Cordy was gasping and grabbing at her neck. As if she was trying to stop the bleeding. Only minutes after did she notice there was no blood. After taking a few deep breaths did Cordy leave the couch and went looking for Angel.
(Mean while our characters were arguing...)
"You cannot do this," Connor began. Nikkylia gave him the-who-the-hell-do-you-think-you-are look before speaking.
"Look, I don't want to discuss this anymore. If you wont accept the facts. Then I don't want to talk about it."
"I don't want to accept them because you could do something about them. Nikkylia, you could see more doctors, you could accept our help."
"I don't want to be another guinea pig Connor. Even you can understand that. As for the help, since you decided to get involved. I guess I could use some help tracking down his sorry ass."
"That's not what I meant."
"I know." She laid her head back. "I've got a migraine working its way up. Can I just be alone and sleep?"
"Ok. I'll check up on you soon." Connor got off the side of the bed and walked to the door. He paused, turned to glance at her once more, and then closed the door behind him.
As soon as he left, the tears came. It hurt to think about what those monsters did. It hurt even more to talk about it. They were still sore, even after two years. She pulled the blanket tighter around her body and curled into a ball. She allowed the sobs to come.
(Connor leaned up against the wall and listened to the sobs before heading down the steps.)
He wanted Dmitrij's head on a platter. He was for once getting everything in order in his life. He was getting along with his father. His father. A mysterious girl appears and is going to be torn from him. She is a gypsy who was being hunted. Quickly Connor made his way down the steps. He would find this Dmitrij and kill him. Before he could kill Nikkylia. He was turning the corner to the desk when he found Angel and Cordy hovering over a computer. He looked at what they were checking out before speaking.
"Find anything interesting?" Connor asked. He obviously scared both of them because they did jump a litter before turning around to look at him. Cordy moved forward while Angel blocked the computer. That sent up danger signals.
"Is she sleeping?" Cordy asked.
"Yes, I found out her story. Her name is Nikkylia Belov." Connor said.
"Why does the name Belov sound familiar?" Angel asked no one in particular. Quickly he faced Connor. "Belov, the gypsy clan from Russia?"
"Yes. Why?"
"If she's looking for Dmitrij, she'll never find him."
"Why?"
"Because I know him Connor. We were close for some time, before the curse. He was a nasty sob."
"How did you know him?" Connor asked again.
"I helped him."
"Oh shit."
"Oh shit indeed." Said another voice. There standing at the top of the steps was Nikkylia. Her eyes were burning bright with anger.
(Duh, Duh, Duh!!!)
"What do you mean you're dying?" Connor asked stunned.
"Dying to get out of here?" She offered but Connor wasn't fooled. He boxed her in by placing either hand on the wall behind her.
"I repeat, what do you mean dying?"
"Exactly the way it means. I'm dying. Departing this world. Leaving this astral plane. Ascending to a higher place." She paused before continuing. "Cashing in your chips. Kicking the bucket."
"I get the point!" Connor backed up a few steps. "How?"
"Blood disorder which has happened in my family every generation since we cursed Dmitrij."
"Is there a cure?"
"It's stunned the best doctors Connor. My mother's sister had it, and I have it. I've been tested and re-tested ever since they found it in my blood."
"What do you mean they have no cure?"
"Like I said. It's a strange blood disorder which has the best doctors stunned."
"How long do you have?"
"Three months tops." Sighing she covered her face. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that Dmitrij is killed before I die. If not, you know the consequences." She began to pick at the blanket. "You've seen what he is capable of commanding. All the scars that mark me are from his followers. They didn't know that my blood would coagulate. They found it... amusing."
"I don't want to know."
Ignoring Connor, she continued. "For days on end, they would feed off of little blood. They enjoyed 'branding' me. I was like their property. I was below human, I was a Belov. Therefore I deserved to be punished. Those feedings were punishment enough. They did other torturous things until they got bored. Then I was used like a corner tramp. Over and over and over again. Until I regained enough energy to escape. Do you have any idea how painful it is Connor? To be used like a toy over and over again? To be physically and emotionally abused? That's what Dmitrij will do to hundreds of other people. He will not only break up families, but he will break down people's wills. That is what I cannot allow to happen. You must understand Connor that if I don't stop him, I've failed my family. My heritage, my friends, my destiny."
(While unknown downstairs, Cordy is reading...)
She quickly grabs her head as her eyes go completely white. She grabs the side of the couch and the pain hits her like a truck.
Faded images flow through her mind. One of Nikkylia smiling with people she assumed was her family. Then flashes to a blended picture of the car being run off the road. Cordy watches as a woman tried to hurry her children to safety, but they're picked off one by one. She sees the chains that held Nikkylia for three weeks. She felt her pain. Suddenly, she sees the man who is responsible for so many years of pain. He is laughing. He moved forward and grabs Nikkylia. As quickly as he grabs her, his fangs are imbedded into her neck. Bother of her hands come up and push against the vampire. Then Nikkylia falls backwards onto the floor. The signs outside are impossible to make out. Her body shudders once, then twice.
As quickly as the vision started, it ended. Cordy was gasping and grabbing at her neck. As if she was trying to stop the bleeding. Only minutes after did she notice there was no blood. After taking a few deep breaths did Cordy leave the couch and went looking for Angel.
(Mean while our characters were arguing...)
"You cannot do this," Connor began. Nikkylia gave him the-who-the-hell-do-you-think-you-are look before speaking.
"Look, I don't want to discuss this anymore. If you wont accept the facts. Then I don't want to talk about it."
"I don't want to accept them because you could do something about them. Nikkylia, you could see more doctors, you could accept our help."
"I don't want to be another guinea pig Connor. Even you can understand that. As for the help, since you decided to get involved. I guess I could use some help tracking down his sorry ass."
"That's not what I meant."
"I know." She laid her head back. "I've got a migraine working its way up. Can I just be alone and sleep?"
"Ok. I'll check up on you soon." Connor got off the side of the bed and walked to the door. He paused, turned to glance at her once more, and then closed the door behind him.
As soon as he left, the tears came. It hurt to think about what those monsters did. It hurt even more to talk about it. They were still sore, even after two years. She pulled the blanket tighter around her body and curled into a ball. She allowed the sobs to come.
(Connor leaned up against the wall and listened to the sobs before heading down the steps.)
He wanted Dmitrij's head on a platter. He was for once getting everything in order in his life. He was getting along with his father. His father. A mysterious girl appears and is going to be torn from him. She is a gypsy who was being hunted. Quickly Connor made his way down the steps. He would find this Dmitrij and kill him. Before he could kill Nikkylia. He was turning the corner to the desk when he found Angel and Cordy hovering over a computer. He looked at what they were checking out before speaking.
"Find anything interesting?" Connor asked. He obviously scared both of them because they did jump a litter before turning around to look at him. Cordy moved forward while Angel blocked the computer. That sent up danger signals.
"Is she sleeping?" Cordy asked.
"Yes, I found out her story. Her name is Nikkylia Belov." Connor said.
"Why does the name Belov sound familiar?" Angel asked no one in particular. Quickly he faced Connor. "Belov, the gypsy clan from Russia?"
"Yes. Why?"
"If she's looking for Dmitrij, she'll never find him."
"Why?"
"Because I know him Connor. We were close for some time, before the curse. He was a nasty sob."
"How did you know him?" Connor asked again.
"I helped him."
"Oh shit."
"Oh shit indeed." Said another voice. There standing at the top of the steps was Nikkylia. Her eyes were burning bright with anger.
(Duh, Duh, Duh!!!)