"Raven, please. Please do this for me! I love Jack and Eli so much,
and Caleb already terrorized my life once, and I don't think I could live
through it again, and I don't think that Jack or Eli could either. You're
the only one who can save us," Livvie spoke with such ferocity that it gave
Raven enough temporary confidence (or insanity) to finally break.
"I'll do it," she said, looking up at Livvie and her mother, who's blue eyes had widened with dread, shock, or both. "I'll fight Caleb."
*
"What?!" Kevin exclaimed in shock. "I said -" Lucy began again. "NO!" Kevin interrupted. "Don't say it again! I heard you, I just can't believe this!" he continued, turning around and going back through the door, his hands pressed against his temples. Lucy followed anxiously.
Sinking onto the couch, Kevin's face was a mask of incredulity. "Are you sure, Lucy? Are you absolutely positive that- that- thing has somehow gotten out of hell and returned to Port Charles?" he demanded.
Lucy was overwhelmed by a sudden rush of sympathy for Kevin. Why was she the one to always have to break the bad news? "Yes, Doc, I'm sure. He showed up at Jack and Livvie's this afternoon- " "Oh my God! Livvie! I've got to get to Livvie, I've got to keep her safe-" Kevin cried, starting to get up. Lucy caught him by the shoulders and forced him back down. "Doc, no! Just calm down for a second-"
"CALM DOWN?! Calm down?!" Kevin bellowed. "How can I calm down when there's a vampire out there after my only daughter! I'm not just going to sit around and let this happen all over again, Lucy! Caleb's got to be stopped!"
"Yes, I know that, I know! But Kevin, let's face it, you and I both know that you can't do that, and as much as you want to, you can't protect Livvie from this like you can everything else, and I know that tears you apart inside. But listen to me, only a slayer can stop Caleb," Lucy said. "But there are no slayers left in Port Charles, Lucy! Rafe's been dead for years, and your powers are long gone!"
Lucy managed a coy smile. "Doc, you're right, we don't have anymore slayers. But what we do have is the next best thing." "Oh really?" Kevin inquired sarcastically. "And what's that?" "A slayer's daughter."
*
"You know, Scanlon, I don't give you enough credit," Chris said generously as he studied the map of New York. "Well, thanks, Ramsey, but I didn't do this so you could sing my praises. I did it so that we can find Julie, if she's out there," Frank replied. "If? I know she's out there, I can feel it, my friend," Chris said, smiling. Frank nodded and rolled his eyes skeptically.
"Look, man, I hope we can find Julie, and I hope she's doing great, but I don't know anything about any special 'feelings'. Speaking of that, Christina, are you feeling okay?" Christina's porcelain cheeks were rosy, and she was leaning against the car door, her face pressed on the cool glass. Her stomach felt strange, jumpy.
"I'm fine. Just tired, maybe a little car sick," she said. They'd been in the car for hours now. She had snuck her prenatal pills in her bag, but had been alone to take them yet. She hoped that it wouldn't hurt the baby to wait for awhile.
"Well, we should be there soon anyway," Frank continued. "We'll find a hotel for the night and then go see about finding Julie in the morning, okay?" Unison nods from Chris and Christina.
All three of them were secretly anguished, wondering if they found Julie, would they be ready for it, and would they be ready for it if they didn't?
*
Sascha hadn't bothered with her bike this time, she'd simply ran all the way to the Recovery Room, to upset to think about how much time she could've save pedaling the way. She hoped that she could catch Ricky before he closed. It was eight minutes to eleven.
When she finally arrived, Sascha was relieved to find the door to the Recovery Room unlocked still. Ricky was inside flipping chairs upside down on top of the tables. He smiled when he saw Sascha, but the smile faded when he caught the serious look on her face.
"Hey, Sascha, is everything okay?" he asked, stopping with a chair tilted in midair. "Can I talk to you, Ricky?" she asked breathlessly. "Why have you been running? Was somebody following you?" Ricky asked, setting down the chair down and looking out the door for anyone who could've spooked Sascha.
"No, it's nothing like that, it's just-" "Well," Ricky continued as he moved to the bar stools, "I'm about to close up here. Maybe if you want to come by tomorrow-" 'It's important." Ricky stopped what he was doing once more, and studied Sascha's worried expression. She looked like him with that fierce stare incriminating Karen's sweet impression over her.
"Uh, okay....." he said, taking two barstools down and sitting on one. "Shoot."
Sascha didn't sit down, just kept her stare locked into Ricky's eyes, searching. She had so many questions. Did you love my mom? Did you ever think about me or miss me? Did you think I wouldn't find out? Why? Why did you give me up? But she pushed those questions to the back of her mind, and asked something else.
"How come you never told me you were my father?"
*
With those words, both Livvie and Alison exhaled, Livvie with relief, Alison with fear. The fear in her sigh matched the fear in her daughter's concerned eyes.
"Raven, are you sure about this, honey?" Alison asked gently. Raven tried to sweep up what confidence she had left enough to say that she was positive all that she could manage to say was,
"I don't have a lot of choice, do I? I mean, I either do this, or lose two people I really care about, everybody I care about potentially, right?"
"Raven, you don't know how much this means to me," Livvie stammered, the mixture of gratitude and sorrow in her eyes more than Raven could bear to look at, although it did reinforce her nagging mind that this was the right thing to do.
"I don't even know where to start...." Raven said, overwhelmed. Days ago, she'd been a normal sixteen year old, enjoying her summer with her boyfriend, her best friend, and her driver's license. Now this. "I do," Alison said, reaching for her daughter's hand. "Come on."
*
Kevin's mind was reeling. He was so shocked by Lucy's outrageous announcement, then fear for his daughter's life, that when Lucy spoke again, it hardly registered. "What? A slayer's daughter? You mean Christina?"
Lucy rolled her eyes and batted Kevin on the head. "I believe we established already that Christina isn't actually a slayer's daughter!" she said.
"Well, you and Rafe were the only slayers....oh my....you mean Raven, don't you?!" he exclaimed, eyes widening with realization.
"Yes, I mean Raven. She can do this Kevin, she can stop Caleb and save Livvie, I know she can!" she said, squeezing Kevin's hand in reassurance. Kevin was speechless, he simply sat there and shook his head. How could this be happening again?
"I'll do it," she said, looking up at Livvie and her mother, who's blue eyes had widened with dread, shock, or both. "I'll fight Caleb."
*
"What?!" Kevin exclaimed in shock. "I said -" Lucy began again. "NO!" Kevin interrupted. "Don't say it again! I heard you, I just can't believe this!" he continued, turning around and going back through the door, his hands pressed against his temples. Lucy followed anxiously.
Sinking onto the couch, Kevin's face was a mask of incredulity. "Are you sure, Lucy? Are you absolutely positive that- that- thing has somehow gotten out of hell and returned to Port Charles?" he demanded.
Lucy was overwhelmed by a sudden rush of sympathy for Kevin. Why was she the one to always have to break the bad news? "Yes, Doc, I'm sure. He showed up at Jack and Livvie's this afternoon- " "Oh my God! Livvie! I've got to get to Livvie, I've got to keep her safe-" Kevin cried, starting to get up. Lucy caught him by the shoulders and forced him back down. "Doc, no! Just calm down for a second-"
"CALM DOWN?! Calm down?!" Kevin bellowed. "How can I calm down when there's a vampire out there after my only daughter! I'm not just going to sit around and let this happen all over again, Lucy! Caleb's got to be stopped!"
"Yes, I know that, I know! But Kevin, let's face it, you and I both know that you can't do that, and as much as you want to, you can't protect Livvie from this like you can everything else, and I know that tears you apart inside. But listen to me, only a slayer can stop Caleb," Lucy said. "But there are no slayers left in Port Charles, Lucy! Rafe's been dead for years, and your powers are long gone!"
Lucy managed a coy smile. "Doc, you're right, we don't have anymore slayers. But what we do have is the next best thing." "Oh really?" Kevin inquired sarcastically. "And what's that?" "A slayer's daughter."
*
"You know, Scanlon, I don't give you enough credit," Chris said generously as he studied the map of New York. "Well, thanks, Ramsey, but I didn't do this so you could sing my praises. I did it so that we can find Julie, if she's out there," Frank replied. "If? I know she's out there, I can feel it, my friend," Chris said, smiling. Frank nodded and rolled his eyes skeptically.
"Look, man, I hope we can find Julie, and I hope she's doing great, but I don't know anything about any special 'feelings'. Speaking of that, Christina, are you feeling okay?" Christina's porcelain cheeks were rosy, and she was leaning against the car door, her face pressed on the cool glass. Her stomach felt strange, jumpy.
"I'm fine. Just tired, maybe a little car sick," she said. They'd been in the car for hours now. She had snuck her prenatal pills in her bag, but had been alone to take them yet. She hoped that it wouldn't hurt the baby to wait for awhile.
"Well, we should be there soon anyway," Frank continued. "We'll find a hotel for the night and then go see about finding Julie in the morning, okay?" Unison nods from Chris and Christina.
All three of them were secretly anguished, wondering if they found Julie, would they be ready for it, and would they be ready for it if they didn't?
*
Sascha hadn't bothered with her bike this time, she'd simply ran all the way to the Recovery Room, to upset to think about how much time she could've save pedaling the way. She hoped that she could catch Ricky before he closed. It was eight minutes to eleven.
When she finally arrived, Sascha was relieved to find the door to the Recovery Room unlocked still. Ricky was inside flipping chairs upside down on top of the tables. He smiled when he saw Sascha, but the smile faded when he caught the serious look on her face.
"Hey, Sascha, is everything okay?" he asked, stopping with a chair tilted in midair. "Can I talk to you, Ricky?" she asked breathlessly. "Why have you been running? Was somebody following you?" Ricky asked, setting down the chair down and looking out the door for anyone who could've spooked Sascha.
"No, it's nothing like that, it's just-" "Well," Ricky continued as he moved to the bar stools, "I'm about to close up here. Maybe if you want to come by tomorrow-" 'It's important." Ricky stopped what he was doing once more, and studied Sascha's worried expression. She looked like him with that fierce stare incriminating Karen's sweet impression over her.
"Uh, okay....." he said, taking two barstools down and sitting on one. "Shoot."
Sascha didn't sit down, just kept her stare locked into Ricky's eyes, searching. She had so many questions. Did you love my mom? Did you ever think about me or miss me? Did you think I wouldn't find out? Why? Why did you give me up? But she pushed those questions to the back of her mind, and asked something else.
"How come you never told me you were my father?"
*
With those words, both Livvie and Alison exhaled, Livvie with relief, Alison with fear. The fear in her sigh matched the fear in her daughter's concerned eyes.
"Raven, are you sure about this, honey?" Alison asked gently. Raven tried to sweep up what confidence she had left enough to say that she was positive all that she could manage to say was,
"I don't have a lot of choice, do I? I mean, I either do this, or lose two people I really care about, everybody I care about potentially, right?"
"Raven, you don't know how much this means to me," Livvie stammered, the mixture of gratitude and sorrow in her eyes more than Raven could bear to look at, although it did reinforce her nagging mind that this was the right thing to do.
"I don't even know where to start...." Raven said, overwhelmed. Days ago, she'd been a normal sixteen year old, enjoying her summer with her boyfriend, her best friend, and her driver's license. Now this. "I do," Alison said, reaching for her daughter's hand. "Come on."
*
Kevin's mind was reeling. He was so shocked by Lucy's outrageous announcement, then fear for his daughter's life, that when Lucy spoke again, it hardly registered. "What? A slayer's daughter? You mean Christina?"
Lucy rolled her eyes and batted Kevin on the head. "I believe we established already that Christina isn't actually a slayer's daughter!" she said.
"Well, you and Rafe were the only slayers....oh my....you mean Raven, don't you?!" he exclaimed, eyes widening with realization.
"Yes, I mean Raven. She can do this Kevin, she can stop Caleb and save Livvie, I know she can!" she said, squeezing Kevin's hand in reassurance. Kevin was speechless, he simply sat there and shook his head. How could this be happening again?