Landon didn't stop running until he reached the old apparantly unused house just over

three blocks from the Brotherhood headquarters. He sat down on the steps and just

rested his head on his arms trying to remember why he ever ran in the first place. His

mind was clouded as it usually was after his demon side had forced it's way out. The

look of fear in Tara's eyes brought it all rushing back he groaned quietly digging his nails

into his arms. After another hour or so-he wasn't sure he slowly stood and made his

way into the house beginning to look around for any sign. "Hello?"he calls stomping up

the steps and feeling the brokeness beneathe his weight; it brought a smile to his face.

No answer came except for more creaks and groans from within the house as he

moves further up checking out the rooms. "Perfect......alone and isolated, but without

Tara,"Landon mutters flopping down on one of the couches and coughing on a mouthful

of dust. Before he realized it he'd fallen asleep oblivious to the small figure that stood

watching him silently from her hiding place......



Takira watched the guy who'd come into the house from her hiding place

beneathe one of the sofas. Benji, where are you?she asks telepathically worried about

what the guy would do if he were to find her. The thought of being hit as her father

used to made tears come to her eyes and she curled her arms around her knees

pressing her face into them. I wonder who Tara is, she thinks remembering his words

about alone without Tara. Takira sighed wondering what could be keeping her brother

away for two full days. She fought down her thoughts of panic that he'd left her finally,

but watched the guy instead and how he slept not very peacefully. I wonder if he's just

a runaway or if he's one of us..............


Landon was awoke later after dark in the dark house by the sound of crying

and sat up. It was coming from under one of the sofas and sounded like a child;

memories of his sister's tears and also the child from the institute, Angel came back

and he felt sick. Quietly without a sound he moved to where it was coming from and

knelt smiling slightly when he saw the small child sitting there. She couldn't have been

more than five or six and her head was bowed over her knees and she was obviously

the one crying. "Hey, kid, what's wrong?"he questions feeling uncomfortable but

curious too. "He left.....my brother left and never came back,"she sobs into her arms

as Landon began to feel sorry for her. "Hey it's alright.....I'm sure he'll be
back......"Landon said comfortingly getting his first real look at her as she looks up at

him. She was a cute kid he had to admit; she had brown hair that hung way to low over

her eyes but he could see they were light blue. She was dressed in faded blue jeans

and a yellow t-shirt along with old sneakers. "What's your name, Kid?" "Takira Lucife...."

she said quietly climbing out and allowing him to see how small she was. "Takira.....

pretty name.....I"m Landon; here sit down,"he said picking her up and putting her down

on the couch. "So you do have more compassion, Landon.....it's not just Tara,"a voice

said at his back. Landon didn't have to turn to know the voice that had haunted his

thoughts and nightmares. "Hello, Candra............................"




`Family Reunion?`