A/N: You know what annoys me most? It's stupid people who, for some reason or another, feel spiteful enough to go and report perfectly reasonable stories just because they have nothing better to do. Yes, I am referring to the gutless anonymous person who went and got the joint account I share with my friends temporarily disabled because they didn't like our talkshow fic with God! To combat this, go check it out under 'The Scoobs'. Thanks for listening to (or skipping, I wouldn't blame you!) my rant. To reward you for putting up with me, here's another chapter! :-)
Disclaimer: Don't own it! Don't own anything!
Dedication: FanFreak and Mereangel, the only people who are reviewing! This chapter is for you, 'cause you're my most faithful reviewers for this. Enjoy!
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Keisha was deep in thought.
It was something that Luke would have told her (as he constantly did) was a bad thing. But Keisha had told him to go ahead to the library after Geography whilst she headed for the girls' toilets. Almost fifteen minutes later, she was drifting through the corridors, thinking intently.
In the past few months, she had been given more to think about than she'd had for a few years. The new Irish girl who she'd befriended in English class one day had brought with her a strange new world, full of danger and excitement. And these revelations were coupled with the emergence of a extraordinary talent in her.
Second Sight. It was a rare ability which usually occurred in one or both of a set of twins. It was the thing which sometimes gave her premonitions in the form of dreams. It was what allowed her to see ghosts that others could not.
That was how the group had met Spike. Keisha had been advised to contact him by the ghost of a young former Slayer called Buffy.
And for a few days, something had been nagging away at her senses. Something that told her all was not as well as had seemed.
And it had been there since she had gotten those books for Mr. Morgan.
She had tried all the preoccupying tricks in the books: homework, T.V., arguing with her little brother Charlie, ice cream, obsessing over Angel. Even combining thought of the last two didn't work.
So here she was. She'd stayed in the toilets long enough to be sure that the corridors would be quite empty, and this part at least had been a success.
If anyone asks, Keisha reminded herself, I'm running an errand for a teacher.
Not that it looked like she'd have to explain anything. The hallway was deserted apart from a couple necking at the far end. So it was that nobody saw or questioned her hesitating slightly by the door to the store cupboard before yanking it open and stepping in.
It was just the same as it had been before- that same sense of stepping almost into another world. The silence was thick, creating a wall around herself and the outside reality as soon as she had slowly edged the door completely shut. Keisha took a deep breath to gather her resolve and forced herself to take a few steady steps forward, eyes being cast around quickly just in case she would catch sight of something in between the shelves.
"Hello?" she called softly, very self-concious. "Is anyone here? Hello?"
Silence. Nothing.
A sudden clatter made her yelp and spin around.
Breathing heavily, she tore her gaze from the few pencils which had fallen from one of the shelves and looked around almost frantically.
"Hello?" Now she didn't care how stupid she might appear. She was terrified and her courage was slipping rapidly. "Who's there?"
She wasn't sure whether it was just herself, but at that moment, she could have sworn that she caught a glimpse of a swishing skirt and long, whipping hair.
Keisha ran.
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Gracia was practicing snap kicks when Keisha burst into the library, looking pale and shaken. At first, her back to the door, she didn't see the state her friend was in.
Luke looked up from the broadsword he was examining (much to Giles's displeasure) as the doors banged shut. "Hey Kei...what's wrong?"
Gracia halted immediately when she heard this, spinning to a graceful halt, facing the twins. "Keisha?"
The brunette dumped her bag on the table, pushed back some of the long hair escaping her ponytail, and looked up with a small, forced smile. "Yeah?"
"Keisha, what's up?" Luke asked, voice unusually serious. "You were ages and...you don't look so good."
Keisha frowned, putting a light-hearted note into her voice. "Thanks. I'm fine. And girls usually take ages in bathrooms, right?"
Giles emerged from his office at this point, wondering what the commotion was about. "Keisha? Are you alright?"
Keisha slumped in a chair. "I'm fine. I swear. Just...a little concerned, that's all."
"What about?" Gracia asked quietly, moving over to pull up a chair next to her friend.
Keisha looked at her briefly before sighing heavily. "Just my Second Sight. I...think it's playing up a bit. Something doesn't quite feel right."
"How exactly do you mean?" Giles queried, approaching the three teenagers. "Is it a...a premonition, or just suspicions?"
"Suspicions, mainly." Keisha said, then sighed again. "I'm probably making a big deal about nothing, but I just..." She trailed off with a small gesture, and there was silence for a few long moments before Gracia glanced up at her Watcher.
"Giles?"
The man blinked, coming out of his trance-like train of thought. "Hmm? Oh right. Well, I think that we should check out any recent happenings in Sunnydale, see if there's any type of strange links or...a pattern of some kind or something." He moved away to a stack of tomes on one of the nearby tables.
Gracia stood up. "I'm going to find Spike tonight."
Giles raised his eyebrows as he looked up. "Sorry?"
"I said I'm going to find Spike tonight." she repeated. "I saw him a few days ago, and although he didn't say anything specifically, I think he has an idea what's going on."
Keisha wasn't listening properly as she stood also. "I think I'll go do some research as well." She told them absently as she headed off up the small staircase into the expansive bookcases of the upper level of the library.
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She had been seen. She was sure of it.
But no. That was impossible. Foolish of her to think so.
Nobody had seen her in...so long...she couldn't remember how long... ages...
But still...
The strange girl who had been here before. She had come again, and she seemed to know something. Seemed to sense, or at least suspect, something. And she had seen her.
No. She was alone, and destined to be...forever...
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Oh, I found out what might be wrong with my knees (they're getting better, btw). It's called chondromalacia patellae, and basically means that the cartilage in the back of my kneecaps has gotten softer. Ugh! Nasty! I have to do these really weird excercises to help it as well, and THAT is annoying!
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please review!
Oh yeah, FanFreak? I plan to let you know more bout Laurel 'n Thomas, and I have a good idea how, but please be patient!
Disclaimer: Don't own it! Don't own anything!
Dedication: FanFreak and Mereangel, the only people who are reviewing! This chapter is for you, 'cause you're my most faithful reviewers for this. Enjoy!
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Keisha was deep in thought.
It was something that Luke would have told her (as he constantly did) was a bad thing. But Keisha had told him to go ahead to the library after Geography whilst she headed for the girls' toilets. Almost fifteen minutes later, she was drifting through the corridors, thinking intently.
In the past few months, she had been given more to think about than she'd had for a few years. The new Irish girl who she'd befriended in English class one day had brought with her a strange new world, full of danger and excitement. And these revelations were coupled with the emergence of a extraordinary talent in her.
Second Sight. It was a rare ability which usually occurred in one or both of a set of twins. It was the thing which sometimes gave her premonitions in the form of dreams. It was what allowed her to see ghosts that others could not.
That was how the group had met Spike. Keisha had been advised to contact him by the ghost of a young former Slayer called Buffy.
And for a few days, something had been nagging away at her senses. Something that told her all was not as well as had seemed.
And it had been there since she had gotten those books for Mr. Morgan.
She had tried all the preoccupying tricks in the books: homework, T.V., arguing with her little brother Charlie, ice cream, obsessing over Angel. Even combining thought of the last two didn't work.
So here she was. She'd stayed in the toilets long enough to be sure that the corridors would be quite empty, and this part at least had been a success.
If anyone asks, Keisha reminded herself, I'm running an errand for a teacher.
Not that it looked like she'd have to explain anything. The hallway was deserted apart from a couple necking at the far end. So it was that nobody saw or questioned her hesitating slightly by the door to the store cupboard before yanking it open and stepping in.
It was just the same as it had been before- that same sense of stepping almost into another world. The silence was thick, creating a wall around herself and the outside reality as soon as she had slowly edged the door completely shut. Keisha took a deep breath to gather her resolve and forced herself to take a few steady steps forward, eyes being cast around quickly just in case she would catch sight of something in between the shelves.
"Hello?" she called softly, very self-concious. "Is anyone here? Hello?"
Silence. Nothing.
A sudden clatter made her yelp and spin around.
Breathing heavily, she tore her gaze from the few pencils which had fallen from one of the shelves and looked around almost frantically.
"Hello?" Now she didn't care how stupid she might appear. She was terrified and her courage was slipping rapidly. "Who's there?"
She wasn't sure whether it was just herself, but at that moment, she could have sworn that she caught a glimpse of a swishing skirt and long, whipping hair.
Keisha ran.
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Gracia was practicing snap kicks when Keisha burst into the library, looking pale and shaken. At first, her back to the door, she didn't see the state her friend was in.
Luke looked up from the broadsword he was examining (much to Giles's displeasure) as the doors banged shut. "Hey Kei...what's wrong?"
Gracia halted immediately when she heard this, spinning to a graceful halt, facing the twins. "Keisha?"
The brunette dumped her bag on the table, pushed back some of the long hair escaping her ponytail, and looked up with a small, forced smile. "Yeah?"
"Keisha, what's up?" Luke asked, voice unusually serious. "You were ages and...you don't look so good."
Keisha frowned, putting a light-hearted note into her voice. "Thanks. I'm fine. And girls usually take ages in bathrooms, right?"
Giles emerged from his office at this point, wondering what the commotion was about. "Keisha? Are you alright?"
Keisha slumped in a chair. "I'm fine. I swear. Just...a little concerned, that's all."
"What about?" Gracia asked quietly, moving over to pull up a chair next to her friend.
Keisha looked at her briefly before sighing heavily. "Just my Second Sight. I...think it's playing up a bit. Something doesn't quite feel right."
"How exactly do you mean?" Giles queried, approaching the three teenagers. "Is it a...a premonition, or just suspicions?"
"Suspicions, mainly." Keisha said, then sighed again. "I'm probably making a big deal about nothing, but I just..." She trailed off with a small gesture, and there was silence for a few long moments before Gracia glanced up at her Watcher.
"Giles?"
The man blinked, coming out of his trance-like train of thought. "Hmm? Oh right. Well, I think that we should check out any recent happenings in Sunnydale, see if there's any type of strange links or...a pattern of some kind or something." He moved away to a stack of tomes on one of the nearby tables.
Gracia stood up. "I'm going to find Spike tonight."
Giles raised his eyebrows as he looked up. "Sorry?"
"I said I'm going to find Spike tonight." she repeated. "I saw him a few days ago, and although he didn't say anything specifically, I think he has an idea what's going on."
Keisha wasn't listening properly as she stood also. "I think I'll go do some research as well." She told them absently as she headed off up the small staircase into the expansive bookcases of the upper level of the library.
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She had been seen. She was sure of it.
But no. That was impossible. Foolish of her to think so.
Nobody had seen her in...so long...she couldn't remember how long... ages...
But still...
The strange girl who had been here before. She had come again, and she seemed to know something. Seemed to sense, or at least suspect, something. And she had seen her.
No. She was alone, and destined to be...forever...
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Oh, I found out what might be wrong with my knees (they're getting better, btw). It's called chondromalacia patellae, and basically means that the cartilage in the back of my kneecaps has gotten softer. Ugh! Nasty! I have to do these really weird excercises to help it as well, and THAT is annoying!
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please review!
Oh yeah, FanFreak? I plan to let you know more bout Laurel 'n Thomas, and I have a good idea how, but please be patient!