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A/N: Hi again. Thank you all who had reviewed; LindsayBobV, Lanabana, Geebagoey, Jen, Gabs, star angel, Dreamer and any anonymous reviewers. You guys rule. Please keep the reviews coming in. If you do, it'll help me to write faster. Deal? Well I'm not going to reveal who's who yet, you'll just have to keep reading and guessing. R&R and enjoy! - Bex
Heat. It was the first thing she felt. Intense heat, the kind that makes your blood boil. Then she saw them. The flames. They danced around her, teasing, inching forward. She screamed. She screamed till she thought that her lungs would burst.
'Got to get out of here. Got to get out of here, got to get out of here, got to get out of here, go to get....'
There were more screams now. They were orders for her to run. Orders to get her out of there. They came from the other side of the fire. She wanted to save those screams. She edged forward, but the wall of fire blocked her off. The flames rose up, like a tidal wave, then fell upon her, drowning her small body...
*****
Cas woke up with a start. Cold sweat dripped off her face. Her skin still tingled from the heat.
'But there wasn't any.' She told herself, 'It was a dream. You're safe.'
She looked at her surroundings. She was in the same motel room. The same worn bed. The same new friend, sound asleep, in the bed across the room. Emma shifted slightly in her sleep, but didn't stir. Cas looked at the clock. 7.00am. She knew that she couldn't go back to sleep. She knew that she wouldn't be able to bear another confutation with the flames that haunted her dreams. Instead she forced herself out of bed and into the grotty, little on suit bathroom.
The hot water from the shower ran down her body. She shivered despite the heat. The fake prickly heat still crawled over her skin. Fire. She hated it. She turned down the heat, so cool water now ran out of the showerhead. Cool and soothing. Cool and safe. She looked at her swollen stomach. She wouldn't be able to hide it for much longer.
She got out of the shower. She tied her wet hair up into two bunches. It made her youthful face look even younger. She stared in the mirror at the old, unfamiliar face staring back. She looked so much like her. Almost a perfect reflection. Except for the eyes. She had his eyes. They shined back at her; remind her of the life she'd been handed. What she was running from. To remind her that even though they had blessed her with their looks, they had cursed her with their lies.
She managed to find some dry clothes and pulled them on. She watched Emma as she began to stir and yawned.
"Morning. What time is it?" Emma asked.
"7.30. You're not late getting up."
"Yeah I am. You know what they say 'The early bird catches the worm'. Just give me a couple of minuets and we'll go get some breakfast."
"Sure."
A few moments later they were sitting at a table inside the motel café. Cas now had a better look at Emma in the natural light. She had very dark hair and skin to match. The strange thing about her was her eyes. They were a brilliant ice blue. Emma noticed her staring and looked up from her menu.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing." Cas blushed, "It's just your eyes. You don't usually see blue eyes with dark skin." Then she noticed the truth, "But they are contacts, aren't they?"
"Well aren't you an observant one."
"Why are you hiding your natural colour?"
"We all have something to hide Miss Waters." Emma laughed, "I just thought that they made me stand out, you know, look unique."
"They do. They're really pretty."
"You've got nice eyes too. They are such a gorgeous.."
"So what are you having?" Cas cut her off.
"I was thinking about the full English breakfast. I'm starving. You?"
"Just the boiled egg." Cas felt guilty about Emma paying, so she chose the cheapest thing.
"That's hardly anything. You should have something bigger, seeing as you are eating for two."
Cas' head snapped up at these words. She stared at Emma in shock.
"I noticed." Emma informed her indicating to her stomach, "How far along are you?"
"Three months and a bit."
"What about the father?"
Cas shook her head and looked away. She felt a serge of pain travelling through her heart. Of all the things had to leave behind, he was the hardest. He didn't even know that she was pregnant. She left for his own good. She only hoped that she left before anything could happen to him. She didn't even know if he was still alive. She knew that he would have come with him if she'd asked, but she didn't want to admit the truth. What this baby meant.
Luckily the waitress came over, breaking the awkward silence. She had a pot of coffee in one hand.
"Coffee?" She offered.
"That would be great." Emma replied whilst Cas shock her head.
The waitress poured some coffee into Emma's mug, placed the pot down and took out her notepad and pen.
"So what can I get you?"
"Two full English breakfast, please." Emma ordered.
The waitress left and Emma took a sip of her coffee. Cas noticed that she had something tattooed on her hand. It was two opened ended triangles with a circle in the middle. It looked like this: o
"What does that mean?" Cas asked, pointing at Emma's hand.
"What this? I got this with a boyfriend, totally hammered at the time. I think it's meant to bring good luck or something."
Cas didn't seem too reassured. She was sure that she'd seen it before. Emma smiled at her and Cas felt more at ease. Sitting across from her was the kindest stranger she'd ever met. Not a threat. Just a friend.
Half an hour later, they were packing the car back up. Cas realised that she had left her brush in the room. She hurried back inside and found it pretty quickly. She came back out just in time to see a guy trying to steal Emma's handbag. Without thinking what she was doing, Cas ran over and kicked the youth in the stomach. He went flying onto the floor, stared at her in shock for a spilt second, before legging it out of there.
"Wow! Buffy eat you heart out." Emma breathed in surprise.
"That's me, Cas the Creep Slayer." She quipped, dryly.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
"I did kick boxing when I was younger." Cas said slowly.
Emma started laughing. Cas glared at her.
"Sorry." Emma apologise, "I took self defence classes and it seems that they did nothing to help me defend my bag." She smile at Cas, "I keep on getting gladder and gladder that I let you hitch a ride."
Cas returned the smile.
*****
After three hours on the road, they stopped at a gas station for a break. Emma said that she needed to ring her brother, so went off in search of a phone. Cas felt defenceless being left by herself. She stared at the people, looking to see if she recognised anyone. She didn't. She felt a wave of relief wash over her. She went into the ladies' toilet. She filled the basin with cold water and splashed her face with it.
"I know who you are and what you are running from." A voice said behind her.
This voice made a chill run up her spine. She slowly looked up, water dripping down her face, all her senses on full alert. Behind her was a man, in his late 40's, bald, wearing a suit. She turned to face him.
"I don't know what you are talking about?" She lied and tried to walk pass him.
He stopped her and forced her to look him the eyes.
"I think that you're lying. It's ok. I'm CIA, one of the good guys. I want to help you. In order to do that, I need you to come with me. We were really worried about you. Your father was...."
But Cas cut him off.
"If you want to help, you can tell him that my father died, when my mother did." She snapped, her voice dripping with rage, "Now get out of my way or I'll make you."
She tried to pass him again, but he unwisely grabbed her arm. She punched him square in his face, all of her rage and force behind her fist. He slipped on the floor and cracked his head against the basin. She let out a small gasp and stared at him. What she had been turned into. What she'd become. She rushed into a cubicle and grabbed some toilet roll. She knelt down beside him and checked his pulse. He was alive, but was losing blood fast.
"Sorry." She whispered, not sure if he could hear her, "I'm so sorry."
She rapped some of the toilet roll tightly around the wound. It would stop the bleeding for now. She then rushed outside to the nearest phone and dialled 911. They would be there soon. He would be ok. She wasn't sure if she would be though.
She walked back to the car in a daze. She hated herself. She hated her life. She hated what she had done. She hated her parents for giving her this life. Emma was waiting for her by the car.
"There you are. I was beginning to worry where you had gone. I've talked to my brother and he's booked a motel for us. Should be better then the last..." Cas' look cut her off, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Cas lied, "I'm fine."
She was getting better at lying. Practice makes perfect. She would already beginning to fool herself. Apart her didn't know what was true or not anymore. A part of her didn't care anymore.
A/N: What do you think? Any more ideas about who's who? Have you changed your mind? Feedback would be ex. Write a review or feel free to e-mail me. Hit that review button NOW! Lol! Bye for now.
A/N: Hi again. Thank you all who had reviewed; LindsayBobV, Lanabana, Geebagoey, Jen, Gabs, star angel, Dreamer and any anonymous reviewers. You guys rule. Please keep the reviews coming in. If you do, it'll help me to write faster. Deal? Well I'm not going to reveal who's who yet, you'll just have to keep reading and guessing. R&R and enjoy! - Bex
Heat. It was the first thing she felt. Intense heat, the kind that makes your blood boil. Then she saw them. The flames. They danced around her, teasing, inching forward. She screamed. She screamed till she thought that her lungs would burst.
'Got to get out of here. Got to get out of here, got to get out of here, got to get out of here, go to get....'
There were more screams now. They were orders for her to run. Orders to get her out of there. They came from the other side of the fire. She wanted to save those screams. She edged forward, but the wall of fire blocked her off. The flames rose up, like a tidal wave, then fell upon her, drowning her small body...
*****
Cas woke up with a start. Cold sweat dripped off her face. Her skin still tingled from the heat.
'But there wasn't any.' She told herself, 'It was a dream. You're safe.'
She looked at her surroundings. She was in the same motel room. The same worn bed. The same new friend, sound asleep, in the bed across the room. Emma shifted slightly in her sleep, but didn't stir. Cas looked at the clock. 7.00am. She knew that she couldn't go back to sleep. She knew that she wouldn't be able to bear another confutation with the flames that haunted her dreams. Instead she forced herself out of bed and into the grotty, little on suit bathroom.
The hot water from the shower ran down her body. She shivered despite the heat. The fake prickly heat still crawled over her skin. Fire. She hated it. She turned down the heat, so cool water now ran out of the showerhead. Cool and soothing. Cool and safe. She looked at her swollen stomach. She wouldn't be able to hide it for much longer.
She got out of the shower. She tied her wet hair up into two bunches. It made her youthful face look even younger. She stared in the mirror at the old, unfamiliar face staring back. She looked so much like her. Almost a perfect reflection. Except for the eyes. She had his eyes. They shined back at her; remind her of the life she'd been handed. What she was running from. To remind her that even though they had blessed her with their looks, they had cursed her with their lies.
She managed to find some dry clothes and pulled them on. She watched Emma as she began to stir and yawned.
"Morning. What time is it?" Emma asked.
"7.30. You're not late getting up."
"Yeah I am. You know what they say 'The early bird catches the worm'. Just give me a couple of minuets and we'll go get some breakfast."
"Sure."
A few moments later they were sitting at a table inside the motel café. Cas now had a better look at Emma in the natural light. She had very dark hair and skin to match. The strange thing about her was her eyes. They were a brilliant ice blue. Emma noticed her staring and looked up from her menu.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing." Cas blushed, "It's just your eyes. You don't usually see blue eyes with dark skin." Then she noticed the truth, "But they are contacts, aren't they?"
"Well aren't you an observant one."
"Why are you hiding your natural colour?"
"We all have something to hide Miss Waters." Emma laughed, "I just thought that they made me stand out, you know, look unique."
"They do. They're really pretty."
"You've got nice eyes too. They are such a gorgeous.."
"So what are you having?" Cas cut her off.
"I was thinking about the full English breakfast. I'm starving. You?"
"Just the boiled egg." Cas felt guilty about Emma paying, so she chose the cheapest thing.
"That's hardly anything. You should have something bigger, seeing as you are eating for two."
Cas' head snapped up at these words. She stared at Emma in shock.
"I noticed." Emma informed her indicating to her stomach, "How far along are you?"
"Three months and a bit."
"What about the father?"
Cas shook her head and looked away. She felt a serge of pain travelling through her heart. Of all the things had to leave behind, he was the hardest. He didn't even know that she was pregnant. She left for his own good. She only hoped that she left before anything could happen to him. She didn't even know if he was still alive. She knew that he would have come with him if she'd asked, but she didn't want to admit the truth. What this baby meant.
Luckily the waitress came over, breaking the awkward silence. She had a pot of coffee in one hand.
"Coffee?" She offered.
"That would be great." Emma replied whilst Cas shock her head.
The waitress poured some coffee into Emma's mug, placed the pot down and took out her notepad and pen.
"So what can I get you?"
"Two full English breakfast, please." Emma ordered.
The waitress left and Emma took a sip of her coffee. Cas noticed that she had something tattooed on her hand. It was two opened ended triangles with a circle in the middle. It looked like this: o
"What does that mean?" Cas asked, pointing at Emma's hand.
"What this? I got this with a boyfriend, totally hammered at the time. I think it's meant to bring good luck or something."
Cas didn't seem too reassured. She was sure that she'd seen it before. Emma smiled at her and Cas felt more at ease. Sitting across from her was the kindest stranger she'd ever met. Not a threat. Just a friend.
Half an hour later, they were packing the car back up. Cas realised that she had left her brush in the room. She hurried back inside and found it pretty quickly. She came back out just in time to see a guy trying to steal Emma's handbag. Without thinking what she was doing, Cas ran over and kicked the youth in the stomach. He went flying onto the floor, stared at her in shock for a spilt second, before legging it out of there.
"Wow! Buffy eat you heart out." Emma breathed in surprise.
"That's me, Cas the Creep Slayer." She quipped, dryly.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
"I did kick boxing when I was younger." Cas said slowly.
Emma started laughing. Cas glared at her.
"Sorry." Emma apologise, "I took self defence classes and it seems that they did nothing to help me defend my bag." She smile at Cas, "I keep on getting gladder and gladder that I let you hitch a ride."
Cas returned the smile.
*****
After three hours on the road, they stopped at a gas station for a break. Emma said that she needed to ring her brother, so went off in search of a phone. Cas felt defenceless being left by herself. She stared at the people, looking to see if she recognised anyone. She didn't. She felt a wave of relief wash over her. She went into the ladies' toilet. She filled the basin with cold water and splashed her face with it.
"I know who you are and what you are running from." A voice said behind her.
This voice made a chill run up her spine. She slowly looked up, water dripping down her face, all her senses on full alert. Behind her was a man, in his late 40's, bald, wearing a suit. She turned to face him.
"I don't know what you are talking about?" She lied and tried to walk pass him.
He stopped her and forced her to look him the eyes.
"I think that you're lying. It's ok. I'm CIA, one of the good guys. I want to help you. In order to do that, I need you to come with me. We were really worried about you. Your father was...."
But Cas cut him off.
"If you want to help, you can tell him that my father died, when my mother did." She snapped, her voice dripping with rage, "Now get out of my way or I'll make you."
She tried to pass him again, but he unwisely grabbed her arm. She punched him square in his face, all of her rage and force behind her fist. He slipped on the floor and cracked his head against the basin. She let out a small gasp and stared at him. What she had been turned into. What she'd become. She rushed into a cubicle and grabbed some toilet roll. She knelt down beside him and checked his pulse. He was alive, but was losing blood fast.
"Sorry." She whispered, not sure if he could hear her, "I'm so sorry."
She rapped some of the toilet roll tightly around the wound. It would stop the bleeding for now. She then rushed outside to the nearest phone and dialled 911. They would be there soon. He would be ok. She wasn't sure if she would be though.
She walked back to the car in a daze. She hated herself. She hated her life. She hated what she had done. She hated her parents for giving her this life. Emma was waiting for her by the car.
"There you are. I was beginning to worry where you had gone. I've talked to my brother and he's booked a motel for us. Should be better then the last..." Cas' look cut her off, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Cas lied, "I'm fine."
She was getting better at lying. Practice makes perfect. She would already beginning to fool herself. Apart her didn't know what was true or not anymore. A part of her didn't care anymore.
A/N: What do you think? Any more ideas about who's who? Have you changed your mind? Feedback would be ex. Write a review or feel free to e-mail me. Hit that review button NOW! Lol! Bye for now.