Part Four-
Being on a plane intrigued and terrified me all at the same time. Being up so high, yet not plummeting to the ground with a gory splat. I was tense as we lifted off and Gunn actually laughed at me. He was pretty charming for someone of hi status. He was a warrior, a fighter of some kind. He said he fought demons and vampires. He told me a wonderful tale of when he worked in Los Angeles. He told me of his friends, a girl named Cordelia, and a man named Doyle. I asked him about his boss and he became strangely quiet. He told me that his boss used to be a out-going, kind of fun guy but a death of a loved one had changed him.
"Changed him how?" I asked.
Gunn looked thoughtful, his brow creasing, "He loved this girl. I've never met her, but what've I've heard from her friends and her family, she was the kind of girl you never forget. Strong, pretty, you know, one of *those* girls." He sighed, "At least, that's what everyone tells me. Wish I could have known her."
We didn't talk much after that. He actually fell asleep while the airlines showed some movie about a dog.ugh. I got bored so I decided to read through the files that Wes had given me. I skipped through the files on Buffy. I couldn't bear to invade her privacy, dead or not. I saw a file titled 'ANNE'. It caught my interest and I looked at it. There were pictures of what looked to be cells and tissue samples. I frowned as I read the hand written notes.
'Anne seems to be progressing as we had hoped. All her blood work and cell samples came back regular and healthy. She is developing as a normal eleven year old girl should be.'
Under the small caption, was a picture of me when I was eleven. I looked so small and scared. But, Ginny was standing next to me. My eyes teared, oh Ginny.
"Anne." I whispered the word to myself, it seemed to fit, and "That's my name; Anne" I felt overwhelmed, so I out the file back in my sack. I had a name and I now know it. It's a lot to take in, a name, finally. Years of being called 'dear' and 'darling' and 'her'. Wow.
Exhaustion over everything took over and I fell into a deep sleep and was awoken by Gunn hours later while the plane was landing. I sat up and stretched, running a hand through my unruly hair. The plane landed with a jolt that made me grab Gunn's arm, which, in turn, he laughed at. He shakes his head and mutters something about me being a 'fiery one'. I chuckled nervously and closed my eyes until we were completely on the ground. Gunn made sure to stay glued to my side the whole time while our bags were checked. He hailed a taxi and we drove around in a maze of streets. I looked at all the people, feeling utterly overwhelmed. I had never been around so many people. I also looked at them each, or tried too. Everyone was so different, their clothes so colorful. I looked down at my dreary own clothes. I sigh frustrated and Gunn noticed me.
He looked thoughtful for a minute, then grinned, "Hey, I think we can cut out a little time to get ya some things."
"Clothes?" I inquired.
"Clothes, souvenirs, stuff, whatever you want." He said.
"Wonderful." I said, smiling, then I frowned, "When are we supposed to meet Wes?" I asked.
"We have to be in LA by Wednesday at noon." Gunn answered.
"LA?" I asked, confused.
"Los Angeles." Gunn laughed, "You are a funny one, y'know?"
"I'm not sure if I should be thankful for that or not." I mused sarcastically.
"Girls' got spunk." Gunn murmured to himself, "Who'da thought?"
*
We stopped at one of many clothing stores and Gunn told me to pick out what I wanted. I saw jeans and skirts and colorful skirts. Anything would do other than white. I despise the color white.
"May I help you?" A women asked.
"Yes, I'm looking for some clothing." I said shyly.
The woman gave me a funny look, "Well you are in a clothing store." She mused.
"Yes, of course." I stammered.
She smiled again and I realized she was joking, she looked to be my age. Her hair was fire red, which I didn't think was a natural color, and her eyes sea blue. She led me around the store, asking me what I liked. She told me I looked to be a size five so, she gathered all of the clothing I had picked and led me to a dressing room. I had picked a pair of beige colored pants that had a huge leg. She told me those were called 'Kakis Bellbottoms'. I had picked some tank tops, most were red and black, some with thin straps and others that were halters. I also bought a black 'Nike' pullover jacket. I gave the clothes to Gunn, who paid for them. I wore the kakis and red halter out of the store, pulling my jacket on as we left. We walked around for a few hours and he took me into some gift shops. I wandered off into the back of the store and saw these beautiful small umbrellas. They were almost doll-size. There was one that caught my attention though. It was a light pink and purple color with sparkles all over it. An image flashed into my mind.
*'Class Protector'*
"I never knew these children en masse could be so grateful.'
"Look, I even got a toy surprise."
"Sometimes people surprise you."
The images and sounds hit me like nothing I had ever felt. I was seeing and hearing things I had never seen or even heard anyone talk about before. What was going on? I don't know, but I knew I had to have that small umbrella. Something was telling me I *had* to have it. I took it up to the counter and showed it to Gunn.
"You sure you want it? Looks kinda girly." He asked.
"Yes." I said in a clipped voice, "I want it."
He shrugged and paid for it, handing me the bag. I gripped it along with my other things. We walked to a hotel Gunn showed me our rooms. It was Tuesday, around six. We had to be to the airport by seven thirty to catch our eight o'clock flight. Great, another plan. Gunn suggested I got to sleep, but I couldn't. We had adjoining rooms, for safety reasons. Gunn told me to lock my door and scream if anything went wrong and he retired for the night. I opened my pack and pulled out the mass of papers. I was going to read them. I sighed and pulled a file about the girl, Buffy. I couldn't help but bend my privacy rule. She intrigued me.
*
FILE TWO-
Buffy rejects her calling as a Slayer. Not a surprise. She seems like a girl who wants to stand out in the crowd, yet wants to be a part of it. What a naïve child she is. She doesn't understand her importance her life holds. In her arms, she holds the weight of the world and doesn't even know it. I watched her while she went to the matinee with her companions, she seemed more alert, aware of her surroundings. She seemed to know I was following her, but didn't stop outright. Maybe there is hope for her after all.-Merrick, April 3rd, 1995
Buffy finally agreed to come patrolling with me, yet she grumbled all the way about fantasy and the Internet. I don't think I'll ever understand this girl. I took her to the Phoenix cemetery and made her wait for the corpse of George Chesterton to rise. He did, and she was sitting atop of the grave. She fought with him for several moments and I was sure that she wouldn't manage, but she did. She first stabbed him in the abdomen before staking him. It was quite impressive, for a newly called one. I noticed there was someone watching us. I didn't take any notice, not enough to alarm neither Buffy nor the man. I think I know who it was, but I must speak to Whistler before I can reveal anymore.-Merrick, April 7th, 1995
Whistler contacted me. He told me what the Powers told him to do, and frankly, I don't agree. Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, was told to watch this girl, my Slayer. But, Whistler insists he has a soul now, that he is different than the murderous demon he once was. Who am I to argue with what They say? I've decided to not tell the Council nor Buffy. She will find out that she has a Guardian Angel, (no pun intended), watching over her. The Council would disapprove, and I do not blame them, but they do not have the business knowing. This is between The Powers, Whistler, The Slayer, Angelus, and I. No more, no less.-Merrick, April 11th, 1995
I fear this may be my last entry on the Slayer. Lothos has arisen and is after my Slayer. She is one of the best I have seen in a very long time, and I will do anything to make sure Lothos does not kill her. Even if it is against Council regulation, I do not care. She will go on and she will be handed over to Rupert Giles. I have requested that she be placed with him. I respect him and he will be good with her, her will love her. He will make sure she stays alive, no matter the cost. All Rupert will have to do is find an alias in Sunnydale, California, where the hellmouth is and meet the Slayer. Buffy, if you ever read this and the worst has happened to me; I was proud of you. You went against everything you ever knew for the sake of lives, for the sake of the world. I wish you good luck and the best his life has to offer.-Merrick, April 29th, 1995 [END OF FILE TWO]
*
Her Watcher must have cared for her a lot to give up his own life. Wes told me once a Slayer dies, a new one is called. What difference did it make if Buffy had lived or not? Another would only be called. I didn't know why her life, out of millions, mattered so much. I wish I could have met her, to at least talk to her. There were so many things I wanted to know. I knew Wes knew, but I had a strange feeling asking him would only upset him. Maybe whoever we were meeting with Wes could answer these questions.maybe.
*
I fell asleep with the file on my lap. Gunn woke me up with a gentle nudge and informed me I had to get ready. I had no dreams that night, not really. I kept hearing a haunting voice repeating;
*"It's always about the blood."*
It baffled me. It made me wonder what part of my head thought up these things? I dressed back into my kakis and pulled over one of the tank tops I had bought. Gunn handed me my jacket and then we were off. We arrived at the airport and were ushered to our plane. I decided I didn't like flying. I didn't like being so high up in some metal contraption that could plummet to the hard ground within seconds. Gunn and I engaged ourselves in conversation.
"How long have you known Wes?" I asked him.
"A while. Couple years.He worked with us for awhile, just putting in his own two cents about some things, but that was only for a few weeks, in '99. I guess he gotta call from London and started working for those Council bastards again." Gunn shrugged, "So, what are you two anyways?" He asked.
"Pardon?" I asked, not quite understanding him.
"You two hooked up, or what?" He asked.
He meant if we were a couple, "Of course not. He's my best friend, I've known him for years. You word your phrases strangely." I mused.
He laughed, "That's 'cause I'm from LA and you're from London, English girl all the way." He laughed again, "So, how long have ya known English?" He asked.
"You mean Wes." I said, raising a brow.
Again, he laughed, "Yeah, I mean Wes."
"Um, six years. I, uh, met him when I was ten." I said, not wanting to reveal too much about my strange past.
"Nice. He's pretty protective of you." He said suggestively.
"Yes, but in a brotherly way. He doesn't love me. Not like that." I said.
"But, you love him?" Gunn asked.
"For a time, I did. I looked up to him and thought he was the most wonderful man in the world, or at least my world. But, he was -is- in love with someone else. Now, he's just my protector. I know he'll never let anything happen to me." I finished with a smile.
Gunn just smiled and we were silent for a few moments.
"Are you in love with anyone?" I asked.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, "No." He shook his head, "My life is too dangerous for love." He looked so sad.
"Why?" I asked softly.
"I had a sister, Alonna. Sweetest girl you'd ever meet. She was kidnapped and killed. I might as well have killed her myself." He said, his dark eyes black with pain.
"How did she die?"
"You wouldn't know, kid. That stuff, you're too young to know about, too innocent." He said.
"Vampires?" I guessed.
His head whipped over to look at me, "How the hell you know about that stuff?" He asked, his voice hard.
"I had to fight one. The place where I was at, they made me do things like that. It's no big deal." I shrugged it off, not wanting to talk anymore.
*
We landed about four hours later. Gunn led me through the masses of people and too the door where he hailed another cab. We rode through a maze of streets and buildings. He took out a small cell phone and quickly punched in a number. I listened to the one-sided conversation. "Yeah, we just came from the airport. We'll be there in about ten minutes, depending of traffic. You tell them about her? Man, you better do it now. Boss-man's gonna freak, y'know? We're goin' in through the back, 'cause that'll give ya enough time for you tell ya story and for me to get her upstairs for some R and R. Rest and relaxation, you dumbass. So, that's what we're doin' ok? Yeah, see ya in a few." Gunn finished, putting the phone back into his pocket. He looked at me and said, "We're going to the Hyperion Hotel, it's not another hotel, don't worry. It's where me and the gang hold up shop. You'll get to meet everyone. Wes is already there and waiting for you."
I nodded and a bout of lethargy passed over me. It was strange and unintentional, but I just couldn't help it when my eyes started to droop. Some faraway part of my mind whispered;
*"Magic."*
I couldn't pay any attention to the familiar voice for I was already asleep.
*
I awoke to some women screaming at me. I jumped out of the bed I didn't remember going to and stood in a fighting stance. The girl was taller than I, her long dark brown hair curling down her back. Her dark eyes were wide with disbelief. I heard running and watched as Wes rushed into the room, his face ashen.
"What the bloody hell is going on here?" He demanded in a harsh whisper.
"She came in and started to scream!" I said, pointing at the women.
"Cordelia, what are you doing?" He asked.
She turned to him, her eyes still wide, "They look so much alike." She whimpered.
"Cordelia, you know this. I told you." He whispered, his voice low.
"I know. I-I'm sorry." She said turning toward me, her eyes searching my face for something.
"That's alright." I said, my stance still defensive, "You just scared me."
She nodded overly cheerful now, "I just brought you a sandwich, I thought you'd be hungry." She said, then hurrying out of the room.
"Who were you talking about?" I asked, "Who do I look like?"
Wes shook his head, sitting next to me and putting an arm around me, "No one. You're your own self now, don't let anyone tell you different." He said.
I nodded, "Ok."
I thought I heard something and I looked toward the halfway opened door. Someone had been outside it, watching me. They were still there, but all I caught a glimpse of was dark eyes and a flash of black. A trench coat maybe?
"Finish eating and then I'll introduce you to everyone, alright?" Wes asked.
I nodded and he left. But, my mind was on the person outside my door? Who had it been and why did I have this feeling of butterflies buzzing around in my belly? Why did I feel.hopeful?
Being on a plane intrigued and terrified me all at the same time. Being up so high, yet not plummeting to the ground with a gory splat. I was tense as we lifted off and Gunn actually laughed at me. He was pretty charming for someone of hi status. He was a warrior, a fighter of some kind. He said he fought demons and vampires. He told me a wonderful tale of when he worked in Los Angeles. He told me of his friends, a girl named Cordelia, and a man named Doyle. I asked him about his boss and he became strangely quiet. He told me that his boss used to be a out-going, kind of fun guy but a death of a loved one had changed him.
"Changed him how?" I asked.
Gunn looked thoughtful, his brow creasing, "He loved this girl. I've never met her, but what've I've heard from her friends and her family, she was the kind of girl you never forget. Strong, pretty, you know, one of *those* girls." He sighed, "At least, that's what everyone tells me. Wish I could have known her."
We didn't talk much after that. He actually fell asleep while the airlines showed some movie about a dog.ugh. I got bored so I decided to read through the files that Wes had given me. I skipped through the files on Buffy. I couldn't bear to invade her privacy, dead or not. I saw a file titled 'ANNE'. It caught my interest and I looked at it. There were pictures of what looked to be cells and tissue samples. I frowned as I read the hand written notes.
'Anne seems to be progressing as we had hoped. All her blood work and cell samples came back regular and healthy. She is developing as a normal eleven year old girl should be.'
Under the small caption, was a picture of me when I was eleven. I looked so small and scared. But, Ginny was standing next to me. My eyes teared, oh Ginny.
"Anne." I whispered the word to myself, it seemed to fit, and "That's my name; Anne" I felt overwhelmed, so I out the file back in my sack. I had a name and I now know it. It's a lot to take in, a name, finally. Years of being called 'dear' and 'darling' and 'her'. Wow.
Exhaustion over everything took over and I fell into a deep sleep and was awoken by Gunn hours later while the plane was landing. I sat up and stretched, running a hand through my unruly hair. The plane landed with a jolt that made me grab Gunn's arm, which, in turn, he laughed at. He shakes his head and mutters something about me being a 'fiery one'. I chuckled nervously and closed my eyes until we were completely on the ground. Gunn made sure to stay glued to my side the whole time while our bags were checked. He hailed a taxi and we drove around in a maze of streets. I looked at all the people, feeling utterly overwhelmed. I had never been around so many people. I also looked at them each, or tried too. Everyone was so different, their clothes so colorful. I looked down at my dreary own clothes. I sigh frustrated and Gunn noticed me.
He looked thoughtful for a minute, then grinned, "Hey, I think we can cut out a little time to get ya some things."
"Clothes?" I inquired.
"Clothes, souvenirs, stuff, whatever you want." He said.
"Wonderful." I said, smiling, then I frowned, "When are we supposed to meet Wes?" I asked.
"We have to be in LA by Wednesday at noon." Gunn answered.
"LA?" I asked, confused.
"Los Angeles." Gunn laughed, "You are a funny one, y'know?"
"I'm not sure if I should be thankful for that or not." I mused sarcastically.
"Girls' got spunk." Gunn murmured to himself, "Who'da thought?"
*
We stopped at one of many clothing stores and Gunn told me to pick out what I wanted. I saw jeans and skirts and colorful skirts. Anything would do other than white. I despise the color white.
"May I help you?" A women asked.
"Yes, I'm looking for some clothing." I said shyly.
The woman gave me a funny look, "Well you are in a clothing store." She mused.
"Yes, of course." I stammered.
She smiled again and I realized she was joking, she looked to be my age. Her hair was fire red, which I didn't think was a natural color, and her eyes sea blue. She led me around the store, asking me what I liked. She told me I looked to be a size five so, she gathered all of the clothing I had picked and led me to a dressing room. I had picked a pair of beige colored pants that had a huge leg. She told me those were called 'Kakis Bellbottoms'. I had picked some tank tops, most were red and black, some with thin straps and others that were halters. I also bought a black 'Nike' pullover jacket. I gave the clothes to Gunn, who paid for them. I wore the kakis and red halter out of the store, pulling my jacket on as we left. We walked around for a few hours and he took me into some gift shops. I wandered off into the back of the store and saw these beautiful small umbrellas. They were almost doll-size. There was one that caught my attention though. It was a light pink and purple color with sparkles all over it. An image flashed into my mind.
*'Class Protector'*
"I never knew these children en masse could be so grateful.'
"Look, I even got a toy surprise."
"Sometimes people surprise you."
The images and sounds hit me like nothing I had ever felt. I was seeing and hearing things I had never seen or even heard anyone talk about before. What was going on? I don't know, but I knew I had to have that small umbrella. Something was telling me I *had* to have it. I took it up to the counter and showed it to Gunn.
"You sure you want it? Looks kinda girly." He asked.
"Yes." I said in a clipped voice, "I want it."
He shrugged and paid for it, handing me the bag. I gripped it along with my other things. We walked to a hotel Gunn showed me our rooms. It was Tuesday, around six. We had to be to the airport by seven thirty to catch our eight o'clock flight. Great, another plan. Gunn suggested I got to sleep, but I couldn't. We had adjoining rooms, for safety reasons. Gunn told me to lock my door and scream if anything went wrong and he retired for the night. I opened my pack and pulled out the mass of papers. I was going to read them. I sighed and pulled a file about the girl, Buffy. I couldn't help but bend my privacy rule. She intrigued me.
*
FILE TWO-
Buffy rejects her calling as a Slayer. Not a surprise. She seems like a girl who wants to stand out in the crowd, yet wants to be a part of it. What a naïve child she is. She doesn't understand her importance her life holds. In her arms, she holds the weight of the world and doesn't even know it. I watched her while she went to the matinee with her companions, she seemed more alert, aware of her surroundings. She seemed to know I was following her, but didn't stop outright. Maybe there is hope for her after all.-Merrick, April 3rd, 1995
Buffy finally agreed to come patrolling with me, yet she grumbled all the way about fantasy and the Internet. I don't think I'll ever understand this girl. I took her to the Phoenix cemetery and made her wait for the corpse of George Chesterton to rise. He did, and she was sitting atop of the grave. She fought with him for several moments and I was sure that she wouldn't manage, but she did. She first stabbed him in the abdomen before staking him. It was quite impressive, for a newly called one. I noticed there was someone watching us. I didn't take any notice, not enough to alarm neither Buffy nor the man. I think I know who it was, but I must speak to Whistler before I can reveal anymore.-Merrick, April 7th, 1995
Whistler contacted me. He told me what the Powers told him to do, and frankly, I don't agree. Angelus, the Scourge of Europe, was told to watch this girl, my Slayer. But, Whistler insists he has a soul now, that he is different than the murderous demon he once was. Who am I to argue with what They say? I've decided to not tell the Council nor Buffy. She will find out that she has a Guardian Angel, (no pun intended), watching over her. The Council would disapprove, and I do not blame them, but they do not have the business knowing. This is between The Powers, Whistler, The Slayer, Angelus, and I. No more, no less.-Merrick, April 11th, 1995
I fear this may be my last entry on the Slayer. Lothos has arisen and is after my Slayer. She is one of the best I have seen in a very long time, and I will do anything to make sure Lothos does not kill her. Even if it is against Council regulation, I do not care. She will go on and she will be handed over to Rupert Giles. I have requested that she be placed with him. I respect him and he will be good with her, her will love her. He will make sure she stays alive, no matter the cost. All Rupert will have to do is find an alias in Sunnydale, California, where the hellmouth is and meet the Slayer. Buffy, if you ever read this and the worst has happened to me; I was proud of you. You went against everything you ever knew for the sake of lives, for the sake of the world. I wish you good luck and the best his life has to offer.-Merrick, April 29th, 1995 [END OF FILE TWO]
*
Her Watcher must have cared for her a lot to give up his own life. Wes told me once a Slayer dies, a new one is called. What difference did it make if Buffy had lived or not? Another would only be called. I didn't know why her life, out of millions, mattered so much. I wish I could have met her, to at least talk to her. There were so many things I wanted to know. I knew Wes knew, but I had a strange feeling asking him would only upset him. Maybe whoever we were meeting with Wes could answer these questions.maybe.
*
I fell asleep with the file on my lap. Gunn woke me up with a gentle nudge and informed me I had to get ready. I had no dreams that night, not really. I kept hearing a haunting voice repeating;
*"It's always about the blood."*
It baffled me. It made me wonder what part of my head thought up these things? I dressed back into my kakis and pulled over one of the tank tops I had bought. Gunn handed me my jacket and then we were off. We arrived at the airport and were ushered to our plane. I decided I didn't like flying. I didn't like being so high up in some metal contraption that could plummet to the hard ground within seconds. Gunn and I engaged ourselves in conversation.
"How long have you known Wes?" I asked him.
"A while. Couple years.He worked with us for awhile, just putting in his own two cents about some things, but that was only for a few weeks, in '99. I guess he gotta call from London and started working for those Council bastards again." Gunn shrugged, "So, what are you two anyways?" He asked.
"Pardon?" I asked, not quite understanding him.
"You two hooked up, or what?" He asked.
He meant if we were a couple, "Of course not. He's my best friend, I've known him for years. You word your phrases strangely." I mused.
He laughed, "That's 'cause I'm from LA and you're from London, English girl all the way." He laughed again, "So, how long have ya known English?" He asked.
"You mean Wes." I said, raising a brow.
Again, he laughed, "Yeah, I mean Wes."
"Um, six years. I, uh, met him when I was ten." I said, not wanting to reveal too much about my strange past.
"Nice. He's pretty protective of you." He said suggestively.
"Yes, but in a brotherly way. He doesn't love me. Not like that." I said.
"But, you love him?" Gunn asked.
"For a time, I did. I looked up to him and thought he was the most wonderful man in the world, or at least my world. But, he was -is- in love with someone else. Now, he's just my protector. I know he'll never let anything happen to me." I finished with a smile.
Gunn just smiled and we were silent for a few moments.
"Are you in love with anyone?" I asked.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, "No." He shook his head, "My life is too dangerous for love." He looked so sad.
"Why?" I asked softly.
"I had a sister, Alonna. Sweetest girl you'd ever meet. She was kidnapped and killed. I might as well have killed her myself." He said, his dark eyes black with pain.
"How did she die?"
"You wouldn't know, kid. That stuff, you're too young to know about, too innocent." He said.
"Vampires?" I guessed.
His head whipped over to look at me, "How the hell you know about that stuff?" He asked, his voice hard.
"I had to fight one. The place where I was at, they made me do things like that. It's no big deal." I shrugged it off, not wanting to talk anymore.
*
We landed about four hours later. Gunn led me through the masses of people and too the door where he hailed another cab. We rode through a maze of streets and buildings. He took out a small cell phone and quickly punched in a number. I listened to the one-sided conversation. "Yeah, we just came from the airport. We'll be there in about ten minutes, depending of traffic. You tell them about her? Man, you better do it now. Boss-man's gonna freak, y'know? We're goin' in through the back, 'cause that'll give ya enough time for you tell ya story and for me to get her upstairs for some R and R. Rest and relaxation, you dumbass. So, that's what we're doin' ok? Yeah, see ya in a few." Gunn finished, putting the phone back into his pocket. He looked at me and said, "We're going to the Hyperion Hotel, it's not another hotel, don't worry. It's where me and the gang hold up shop. You'll get to meet everyone. Wes is already there and waiting for you."
I nodded and a bout of lethargy passed over me. It was strange and unintentional, but I just couldn't help it when my eyes started to droop. Some faraway part of my mind whispered;
*"Magic."*
I couldn't pay any attention to the familiar voice for I was already asleep.
*
I awoke to some women screaming at me. I jumped out of the bed I didn't remember going to and stood in a fighting stance. The girl was taller than I, her long dark brown hair curling down her back. Her dark eyes were wide with disbelief. I heard running and watched as Wes rushed into the room, his face ashen.
"What the bloody hell is going on here?" He demanded in a harsh whisper.
"She came in and started to scream!" I said, pointing at the women.
"Cordelia, what are you doing?" He asked.
She turned to him, her eyes still wide, "They look so much alike." She whimpered.
"Cordelia, you know this. I told you." He whispered, his voice low.
"I know. I-I'm sorry." She said turning toward me, her eyes searching my face for something.
"That's alright." I said, my stance still defensive, "You just scared me."
She nodded overly cheerful now, "I just brought you a sandwich, I thought you'd be hungry." She said, then hurrying out of the room.
"Who were you talking about?" I asked, "Who do I look like?"
Wes shook his head, sitting next to me and putting an arm around me, "No one. You're your own self now, don't let anyone tell you different." He said.
I nodded, "Ok."
I thought I heard something and I looked toward the halfway opened door. Someone had been outside it, watching me. They were still there, but all I caught a glimpse of was dark eyes and a flash of black. A trench coat maybe?
"Finish eating and then I'll introduce you to everyone, alright?" Wes asked.
I nodded and he left. But, my mind was on the person outside my door? Who had it been and why did I have this feeling of butterflies buzzing around in my belly? Why did I feel.hopeful?