Part Six-
*I couldn't see anything. It was all a scarlet haze. But, I could hear very well. A voice, so soothing, so comforting. Hearing it made me hut. I didn't know who it was, but I just knew that it was my Mother.
"Sweetheart, don't spill the milk on your sister."
"I left my bra in his car."
"You walk out of this house, don't even *think* about coming back!"'
"Was he the first? No. Wait. I don't want to know, I don't *think* I want too."
I can just picture her. Her honey colored hair, curling on her shoulder. Her big brown eyes, her smiling face.
"Mommy, Tyler wants to take me to the movies." I hear myself say.
"Darling, can't you just stay home? You've been out every night this week."
"I don't want to stay here. All you and Dad do is fight! I hate it here! I hate this damn family!"
"Watch your mouth. You are not going."
"I hate you!"
I see her eyes flash with hurt, tears filling her doe eyes.
"Go to your room now."
I don't know what happens next. Its like one scene switched to another. I see a prone body laying on a brown sofa. The body is pretty, wearing a suede skirt and a beige blouse. Her eyes are opened and glassy, her chest unmoving, her lips parted in a ghostly moan. Her sunny curls lay around her, framing her still features. And I realize, she's dead. This women that I picture my mother to be is dead.
"Mom? Mom.? Mom, mom, mom, mom, MOM!"
I hear my voice screeching and cracking. I feel bile and panic raising in my sickly wet throat. As I gaze at my Mother, I feel my mouth taste salty as the saliva begins to flow. I'm going to vomit. The scene flashes forward and I hear,
"She's cold. My Mom, she's cold, should I warm her up?"
"We can't move her, we can't move the body!"*
And, I wake up.
*
My eyes fly open and I'm aware of my face being sticky with tears. I lick my dry lips and taste salt. I kick the now heavy covers off my body. I'm aware of someone in my room, looking at me, slowly brushing their fingers on my clammy face. I stiffen slightly, knowing who it is. The mystery man. His fingers explore my face softly, the callused, yet soft, fingertips sending shivers down my spine.
"You were dreaming." He murmured softly, brushing my truly wild hair away.
"I was." I agree softly.
"About what?" He asks me, his voice quiet, rough, and soft at the same time.
"A lot of things." I answer, shifting my eyes to look at his pale moonlit face.
His cheekbones are high, his eyes shadowed. His lips are smooth. His face is pale and the silver light makes him look translucent.
"Are you a dream?" I whisper softly.
He chuckles wryly, "I should be asking you that question."
"Why?" I asked him, ever so confused.
"You shouted out, 'Mommy' in you sleep." He said, abruptly changing the subject.
"I suppose I shout out a lot of things while I dream." I mused.
"No, just that." He said.
"You were drunk earlier, weren't you?" I asked.
"Sorry about that." He said regretfully, "I've been mourning."
"I'm sorry."
He shook his head, "So."
I pushed the covers off fully and got out of bed. I could feel his eyes trailing me, watching me. I padded barefooted around the penthouse and too the kitchen. I took out the pizza and coke from earlier, taking a bite and frowning slightly. He sauntered into the room and leaned against the far wall.
"I don't like it here." I said bluntly.
He seemed unfazed, "Why?"
"It's too big, too open. But, it's not white, so that's a plus." I shrugged, knowing I was talking mere nonsense.
"You don't like the color white?" He asked, trying to find some meaning in my rambling babble.
"No. I don't. I despise it, really." I answered through a mouthful of cold pizza.
He gave me a strange look, then said, "You're very pale."
I gave a snort, "You are too."
"You have an accent."
"Wow, you're very insightful." I replied sarcastically.
He shook his head and walked to the door.
"I have to go." He said, starting to leave.
"What's your name?" I asked him, gulping down a drink of soda.
*'Let's just say I'm a friend.'*
*'What if I don't want a friend?'*
* 'Didn't say I was yours.'*
He shook his head slightly, "Angel."
"Hmm, pretty name." I mused.
He looked at me sharply, his brown eyes wild. He mouth opened to say something, but he closed it, the panic and surprise leaving and his face becoming emotionless. He turned and hurriedly slipped away, into the halls, away from me.
Though I was now alone, I couldn't fall back asleep. I felt itchy and restless. I had to do something, walk a round, anything. I slipped out of my room and padded down the hallway. I had made it to the second floor when I realized someone was following me. I didn't show any sign that I knew, I just kept walking. Somehow, I felt a hand fly at my back. Maybe I felt the air or.I just knew. I grabbed the hand and swung them forward, which they, in turn, grabbed my neck and slammed me into the wall.
"Get off me!" I hissed, clawing at the person.
They laughed and I knew it was a women. In the pale light, I saw fire red hair and flashing hazel eyes.
"What are you doing up so late, Anne?" She asked, her voice sickeningly sweet. Her pale fingers trailed through my hair, her nails running down my cheek. I shivered.
"Couldn't sleep." I answered clipped.
"I see through you, you know?" She whispered, her face close to mine, "I see through you're little act. But, let me tell you, you'll never be her. You never will fool me."
"Be who?" I asked, my voice thickening in anger, "What on earth are you talking about?"
"Oh, don't be coy." She scolded as if I were a mere puppy, "I know what you're trying to do. You, go ahead, act like her. Try and be her, but you never will be. Just, go back to whatever hell you came from." She sneered, her voice growing harsher and meaner.
"Willow, what the hell is going on here?" A voice said.
I looked up and saw the raven haired girl and Spike walk down the hall toward us. I let out a silent sigh of relief. Willow backed away and I rubbed my aching neck.
"Nothing. She wanted to know where the bathroom was." Willow said.
"She's got a bathroom in her own room, pet." Spike drawled, his eyes fixed angrily on the red head.
"Damn it! I don't have to explain myself to you!" She yelled loudly, and I was sure she woke this whole floor up.
She glared at me, her eyes flashing dangerously, then fled down the hall, going further and further until she disappeared into thin air.
"Damn it all to bloody hell!" Spike cursed furiously.
"She's doing it again, isn't she? Relapsing?" The raven haired girl asked.
"Afraid so, damn it, I thought she was better. Guess I gotta go tell Angel." He murmured.
He looked at me and smirked, "Since you two are up, why don't you take her out, luv?" He asked the girl.
Her face scrunched up in confusion, "Spike, it's two in the morning, where would I go, it's so dark out." She seemed to pick up on his meaning, "Oh, sure, why not?"
Spike smirked and kissed the girl, Faith, on her cheek, "See you later, luv."
"Love you." She whispered, then took my arm, and led me down the long stairs.
"Where are we going?" I asked, as she led to a closet and threw me a leather jacket.
She didn't answer, but boy what a sight we were. Both of us had bed tousled hair and we wore our bed clothes with black leather jacket over them. She tossed me a wooden stick, one I remembered from when Quentin made me fight that disfigured man.
"Let's jet." She said as we slipped out of the darkened hotel and into the night.
*
We walked around for about an hour. Faith showed me all the local night hangouts. There were demons just milling about, all over the place. When I questioned Faith one it, she just told me that not all demons are bad.
"You've got to look past the outside features into them. You'll find out not all of them want to destroy the world."
"But-but. They're *demons*!" I sputtered, so very confused.
"You're right." She simply said, shrugging.
"Then-"
"You'll understand someday. Maybe soon, you still gotta meet the rest of the gang." She smiled.
"There are more of you?" I ask.
She laughs, "Hell yeah. A bunch more."
"How will I ever fit in?" I wonder aloud.
"You will, trust me kiddo, you will." She smirked, obviously knowing something I didn't.
We rounded the corner and were ambushed by some vampires.
"Son of a bitch!" Faith yelled, jumping into action.
"What do I do?" I shouted, pushing on of the snarling abominations away from me.
"Stake 'em in the heart!" Faith shouted, staking one of the beasts. They exploded into dust.
I just repeated her motions, using more force.
I had been doing pretty good, but they kept coming. Several new ones had weapons, knives to be exact.
"Where the hell are they all coming from?" Faith shouts.
I looked around wildly, "The sewer!" I yelled.
And suddenly, I was pinned up against they wall, cold hands around my neck, arms, and legs. I could hardly breath. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Faith in the same predicament. Faith thrashed around fiercely, her lips peeled back in a snarl, her eyes glittering dangerously.
"Two Slayers.tempting." One growled and I could feel his tongue on the base of my throat. I squirmed, feeling like vomiting.
"Get your paws off her, you dirty-ass beast!" Faith screamed.
"And, what are you going to do? Kick around more?" One hissed, pressing up against her, "Lower, baby." He leered.
"You asshole! Do you even know who in the hell we are?" Faith yelled, her voice ragged.
"Lunch?" One guessed.
"You know Angelus and William the Bloody?" She boomed.
They looked uneasy, "I'm guessing so. Well, guess what, fellas, you kill us and those two will be on you asses so fucking fast, you won't know what hit you!"
One slammed my up against the wall in rage, "Tell your little bitch friend to shut the hell up!" I remained defiantly quiet and he tightened his hand around my throat. I gagged and started to thrash around. I saw that Faith, somehow, got free and was beating the vamps to a bloody pulp. I managed to free my legs and kicked the guy right in the crotch. He fell to the ground with an angry whimper. Others attacked me, but I punched, kicked, bit-did anything to keep from being trapped again. One swept their feet under mine and I fell to the ground hard, my vision flashing black. I tried my hardest to get back up, but I felt dizzy and nauseated, feeling blood drip down my neck. Two ugly vamps pulled me up and took blows at me. I ducked and rolled, so close to the edge of falling unconscious. I grabbed my stake that had fallen away from me and staked one. Another attacked me, but Faith killed him first. I fell to my knees while she heatedly staked the rest, swearing the whole time.
"Anne." She said worriedly, crouching to my side, helping me up.
"Come on, we gotta get home." She said, looking around worriedly, "More will be coming."
I groaned as I sagged against her.
"Angel's gonna kill me." She whispered, wiping some blood off my face as we walked.
"How bad is it?" I asked, feeling dizzy again.
"You look like hell." Faith said bluntly.
"You too."
She laughed, though it was a bit on the forced side, "You did good, for a rookie. If Angel lets me take you out again, I'll teach ya some tricks of my own."
"Can't wait."
*
Faith tried to sneak us into the hotel through the servants entrance, but Angel was awaiting us furiously. He pulled me away from her and Spike fled to her side.
"Jesus Christ, luv, what the hell happened?" He asked.
"Ambush." Faith answered, leaning on the bleached blonde.
"What the *hell* were you thinking, taking her out there?" Angel boomed, his eyes glittering dangerously.
"We were both up!" Faith protested, her voice hoarse.
"I don't fucking care, Faith!" He hissed, looking at my wounds.
He took a cloth and started dabbing at my forehead.
"She's fine, isn't she?" Faith yelled, angry at being in trouble.
"She could've been killed." Angel argued.
"You *know* I wouldn't let that happen." Faith hissed as Spike gently set ice on her swelling cheek.
Angel growled softly, then met my eyes, "Are you alright?" He asked softly.
I pushed away from him, "I'm fine."
He looked hurt for an instant, but then his face went emotionless again, "Don't ever go out again like that, not without me."
Anger flared within me, "You're telling me what to do?"
"While you live under my roof." He retorted.
"You're not my father." I hissed.
Spike snorted sardonically.
"I never said I was." He growled.
"You're acting like it!" I cried.
"How you *you* know, you don't even have a father!" He yelled, then looked immediately guilty.
I narrowed my eyes, my lips pursing tightly.
"Buf-Anne. I." He sputtered.
I had another flash then.
* "I invited you into my home. And, then you attacked my family." *
* "Why not? I killed mine." *
My anger flared, my lips opening and saying something I knew would hurt. Though.I didn't know if it was true.
"At least I didn't kill mine!" I screamed.
I had taken a chance, gone on these strange flashes and acted on them. He looked stricken and then shocked. His mouth opened to say something, but I turned and fled to the stairs. He bounded after me, trying to grab my hand.
"Get away from me!" I screamed in a shrill voice.
I saw Wes running down the stairs and I ran into his arms, weeping for reasons I didn't know.
"What the bloody. What did you do?" He demanded of Angel.
He didn't answer, but I could feel his eyes burning holes in my back. I didn't want to face him, talk to him, to know that I had truly hurt him.
"Faith took her slaying." Angel answered in a clipped voice.
"Are you hurt?" Wes asked me soothingly.
I nodded, but not because I was physically, but emotionally. I hated it here, these people, what was happening to me. I didn't understand it and I didn't want to try. All I wanted to do, is be somewhere familiar. With the Mother I had dreamed about, but if the flashes were right, then my dreams could be too and the women would be dead.
"I think she's exhausted, this is too much for her to comprehend." Spike murmured, "Too much."
Faith was leaning against him as he helped her limp up the stairs.
I pushed Wes away, feeling crowded. I followed Faith and Spike up the stairs and then said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble."
"No prob, Anne. It'll blow over by tomorrow, Angel's just overprotective, always has been and forever shall be" Faith waved it off, tentatively hugging me goodnight and then letting Spike lead her to their bedroom.
I staggered up to my rooms, wishing I could sleep forever. I froze in the doorway, someone had been in my room. I turned on my lights and look around cautiously. I saw a white envelope and opened it.
*Meet me at Hemery High School tomorrow. One O'clock, Whistler*.
Great. Another mystery person. Why couldn't we have just stayed in London?
*I couldn't see anything. It was all a scarlet haze. But, I could hear very well. A voice, so soothing, so comforting. Hearing it made me hut. I didn't know who it was, but I just knew that it was my Mother.
"Sweetheart, don't spill the milk on your sister."
"I left my bra in his car."
"You walk out of this house, don't even *think* about coming back!"'
"Was he the first? No. Wait. I don't want to know, I don't *think* I want too."
I can just picture her. Her honey colored hair, curling on her shoulder. Her big brown eyes, her smiling face.
"Mommy, Tyler wants to take me to the movies." I hear myself say.
"Darling, can't you just stay home? You've been out every night this week."
"I don't want to stay here. All you and Dad do is fight! I hate it here! I hate this damn family!"
"Watch your mouth. You are not going."
"I hate you!"
I see her eyes flash with hurt, tears filling her doe eyes.
"Go to your room now."
I don't know what happens next. Its like one scene switched to another. I see a prone body laying on a brown sofa. The body is pretty, wearing a suede skirt and a beige blouse. Her eyes are opened and glassy, her chest unmoving, her lips parted in a ghostly moan. Her sunny curls lay around her, framing her still features. And I realize, she's dead. This women that I picture my mother to be is dead.
"Mom? Mom.? Mom, mom, mom, mom, MOM!"
I hear my voice screeching and cracking. I feel bile and panic raising in my sickly wet throat. As I gaze at my Mother, I feel my mouth taste salty as the saliva begins to flow. I'm going to vomit. The scene flashes forward and I hear,
"She's cold. My Mom, she's cold, should I warm her up?"
"We can't move her, we can't move the body!"*
And, I wake up.
*
My eyes fly open and I'm aware of my face being sticky with tears. I lick my dry lips and taste salt. I kick the now heavy covers off my body. I'm aware of someone in my room, looking at me, slowly brushing their fingers on my clammy face. I stiffen slightly, knowing who it is. The mystery man. His fingers explore my face softly, the callused, yet soft, fingertips sending shivers down my spine.
"You were dreaming." He murmured softly, brushing my truly wild hair away.
"I was." I agree softly.
"About what?" He asks me, his voice quiet, rough, and soft at the same time.
"A lot of things." I answer, shifting my eyes to look at his pale moonlit face.
His cheekbones are high, his eyes shadowed. His lips are smooth. His face is pale and the silver light makes him look translucent.
"Are you a dream?" I whisper softly.
He chuckles wryly, "I should be asking you that question."
"Why?" I asked him, ever so confused.
"You shouted out, 'Mommy' in you sleep." He said, abruptly changing the subject.
"I suppose I shout out a lot of things while I dream." I mused.
"No, just that." He said.
"You were drunk earlier, weren't you?" I asked.
"Sorry about that." He said regretfully, "I've been mourning."
"I'm sorry."
He shook his head, "So."
I pushed the covers off fully and got out of bed. I could feel his eyes trailing me, watching me. I padded barefooted around the penthouse and too the kitchen. I took out the pizza and coke from earlier, taking a bite and frowning slightly. He sauntered into the room and leaned against the far wall.
"I don't like it here." I said bluntly.
He seemed unfazed, "Why?"
"It's too big, too open. But, it's not white, so that's a plus." I shrugged, knowing I was talking mere nonsense.
"You don't like the color white?" He asked, trying to find some meaning in my rambling babble.
"No. I don't. I despise it, really." I answered through a mouthful of cold pizza.
He gave me a strange look, then said, "You're very pale."
I gave a snort, "You are too."
"You have an accent."
"Wow, you're very insightful." I replied sarcastically.
He shook his head and walked to the door.
"I have to go." He said, starting to leave.
"What's your name?" I asked him, gulping down a drink of soda.
*'Let's just say I'm a friend.'*
*'What if I don't want a friend?'*
* 'Didn't say I was yours.'*
He shook his head slightly, "Angel."
"Hmm, pretty name." I mused.
He looked at me sharply, his brown eyes wild. He mouth opened to say something, but he closed it, the panic and surprise leaving and his face becoming emotionless. He turned and hurriedly slipped away, into the halls, away from me.
Though I was now alone, I couldn't fall back asleep. I felt itchy and restless. I had to do something, walk a round, anything. I slipped out of my room and padded down the hallway. I had made it to the second floor when I realized someone was following me. I didn't show any sign that I knew, I just kept walking. Somehow, I felt a hand fly at my back. Maybe I felt the air or.I just knew. I grabbed the hand and swung them forward, which they, in turn, grabbed my neck and slammed me into the wall.
"Get off me!" I hissed, clawing at the person.
They laughed and I knew it was a women. In the pale light, I saw fire red hair and flashing hazel eyes.
"What are you doing up so late, Anne?" She asked, her voice sickeningly sweet. Her pale fingers trailed through my hair, her nails running down my cheek. I shivered.
"Couldn't sleep." I answered clipped.
"I see through you, you know?" She whispered, her face close to mine, "I see through you're little act. But, let me tell you, you'll never be her. You never will fool me."
"Be who?" I asked, my voice thickening in anger, "What on earth are you talking about?"
"Oh, don't be coy." She scolded as if I were a mere puppy, "I know what you're trying to do. You, go ahead, act like her. Try and be her, but you never will be. Just, go back to whatever hell you came from." She sneered, her voice growing harsher and meaner.
"Willow, what the hell is going on here?" A voice said.
I looked up and saw the raven haired girl and Spike walk down the hall toward us. I let out a silent sigh of relief. Willow backed away and I rubbed my aching neck.
"Nothing. She wanted to know where the bathroom was." Willow said.
"She's got a bathroom in her own room, pet." Spike drawled, his eyes fixed angrily on the red head.
"Damn it! I don't have to explain myself to you!" She yelled loudly, and I was sure she woke this whole floor up.
She glared at me, her eyes flashing dangerously, then fled down the hall, going further and further until she disappeared into thin air.
"Damn it all to bloody hell!" Spike cursed furiously.
"She's doing it again, isn't she? Relapsing?" The raven haired girl asked.
"Afraid so, damn it, I thought she was better. Guess I gotta go tell Angel." He murmured.
He looked at me and smirked, "Since you two are up, why don't you take her out, luv?" He asked the girl.
Her face scrunched up in confusion, "Spike, it's two in the morning, where would I go, it's so dark out." She seemed to pick up on his meaning, "Oh, sure, why not?"
Spike smirked and kissed the girl, Faith, on her cheek, "See you later, luv."
"Love you." She whispered, then took my arm, and led me down the long stairs.
"Where are we going?" I asked, as she led to a closet and threw me a leather jacket.
She didn't answer, but boy what a sight we were. Both of us had bed tousled hair and we wore our bed clothes with black leather jacket over them. She tossed me a wooden stick, one I remembered from when Quentin made me fight that disfigured man.
"Let's jet." She said as we slipped out of the darkened hotel and into the night.
*
We walked around for about an hour. Faith showed me all the local night hangouts. There were demons just milling about, all over the place. When I questioned Faith one it, she just told me that not all demons are bad.
"You've got to look past the outside features into them. You'll find out not all of them want to destroy the world."
"But-but. They're *demons*!" I sputtered, so very confused.
"You're right." She simply said, shrugging.
"Then-"
"You'll understand someday. Maybe soon, you still gotta meet the rest of the gang." She smiled.
"There are more of you?" I ask.
She laughs, "Hell yeah. A bunch more."
"How will I ever fit in?" I wonder aloud.
"You will, trust me kiddo, you will." She smirked, obviously knowing something I didn't.
We rounded the corner and were ambushed by some vampires.
"Son of a bitch!" Faith yelled, jumping into action.
"What do I do?" I shouted, pushing on of the snarling abominations away from me.
"Stake 'em in the heart!" Faith shouted, staking one of the beasts. They exploded into dust.
I just repeated her motions, using more force.
I had been doing pretty good, but they kept coming. Several new ones had weapons, knives to be exact.
"Where the hell are they all coming from?" Faith shouts.
I looked around wildly, "The sewer!" I yelled.
And suddenly, I was pinned up against they wall, cold hands around my neck, arms, and legs. I could hardly breath. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Faith in the same predicament. Faith thrashed around fiercely, her lips peeled back in a snarl, her eyes glittering dangerously.
"Two Slayers.tempting." One growled and I could feel his tongue on the base of my throat. I squirmed, feeling like vomiting.
"Get your paws off her, you dirty-ass beast!" Faith screamed.
"And, what are you going to do? Kick around more?" One hissed, pressing up against her, "Lower, baby." He leered.
"You asshole! Do you even know who in the hell we are?" Faith yelled, her voice ragged.
"Lunch?" One guessed.
"You know Angelus and William the Bloody?" She boomed.
They looked uneasy, "I'm guessing so. Well, guess what, fellas, you kill us and those two will be on you asses so fucking fast, you won't know what hit you!"
One slammed my up against the wall in rage, "Tell your little bitch friend to shut the hell up!" I remained defiantly quiet and he tightened his hand around my throat. I gagged and started to thrash around. I saw that Faith, somehow, got free and was beating the vamps to a bloody pulp. I managed to free my legs and kicked the guy right in the crotch. He fell to the ground with an angry whimper. Others attacked me, but I punched, kicked, bit-did anything to keep from being trapped again. One swept their feet under mine and I fell to the ground hard, my vision flashing black. I tried my hardest to get back up, but I felt dizzy and nauseated, feeling blood drip down my neck. Two ugly vamps pulled me up and took blows at me. I ducked and rolled, so close to the edge of falling unconscious. I grabbed my stake that had fallen away from me and staked one. Another attacked me, but Faith killed him first. I fell to my knees while she heatedly staked the rest, swearing the whole time.
"Anne." She said worriedly, crouching to my side, helping me up.
"Come on, we gotta get home." She said, looking around worriedly, "More will be coming."
I groaned as I sagged against her.
"Angel's gonna kill me." She whispered, wiping some blood off my face as we walked.
"How bad is it?" I asked, feeling dizzy again.
"You look like hell." Faith said bluntly.
"You too."
She laughed, though it was a bit on the forced side, "You did good, for a rookie. If Angel lets me take you out again, I'll teach ya some tricks of my own."
"Can't wait."
*
Faith tried to sneak us into the hotel through the servants entrance, but Angel was awaiting us furiously. He pulled me away from her and Spike fled to her side.
"Jesus Christ, luv, what the hell happened?" He asked.
"Ambush." Faith answered, leaning on the bleached blonde.
"What the *hell* were you thinking, taking her out there?" Angel boomed, his eyes glittering dangerously.
"We were both up!" Faith protested, her voice hoarse.
"I don't fucking care, Faith!" He hissed, looking at my wounds.
He took a cloth and started dabbing at my forehead.
"She's fine, isn't she?" Faith yelled, angry at being in trouble.
"She could've been killed." Angel argued.
"You *know* I wouldn't let that happen." Faith hissed as Spike gently set ice on her swelling cheek.
Angel growled softly, then met my eyes, "Are you alright?" He asked softly.
I pushed away from him, "I'm fine."
He looked hurt for an instant, but then his face went emotionless again, "Don't ever go out again like that, not without me."
Anger flared within me, "You're telling me what to do?"
"While you live under my roof." He retorted.
"You're not my father." I hissed.
Spike snorted sardonically.
"I never said I was." He growled.
"You're acting like it!" I cried.
"How you *you* know, you don't even have a father!" He yelled, then looked immediately guilty.
I narrowed my eyes, my lips pursing tightly.
"Buf-Anne. I." He sputtered.
I had another flash then.
* "I invited you into my home. And, then you attacked my family." *
* "Why not? I killed mine." *
My anger flared, my lips opening and saying something I knew would hurt. Though.I didn't know if it was true.
"At least I didn't kill mine!" I screamed.
I had taken a chance, gone on these strange flashes and acted on them. He looked stricken and then shocked. His mouth opened to say something, but I turned and fled to the stairs. He bounded after me, trying to grab my hand.
"Get away from me!" I screamed in a shrill voice.
I saw Wes running down the stairs and I ran into his arms, weeping for reasons I didn't know.
"What the bloody. What did you do?" He demanded of Angel.
He didn't answer, but I could feel his eyes burning holes in my back. I didn't want to face him, talk to him, to know that I had truly hurt him.
"Faith took her slaying." Angel answered in a clipped voice.
"Are you hurt?" Wes asked me soothingly.
I nodded, but not because I was physically, but emotionally. I hated it here, these people, what was happening to me. I didn't understand it and I didn't want to try. All I wanted to do, is be somewhere familiar. With the Mother I had dreamed about, but if the flashes were right, then my dreams could be too and the women would be dead.
"I think she's exhausted, this is too much for her to comprehend." Spike murmured, "Too much."
Faith was leaning against him as he helped her limp up the stairs.
I pushed Wes away, feeling crowded. I followed Faith and Spike up the stairs and then said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble."
"No prob, Anne. It'll blow over by tomorrow, Angel's just overprotective, always has been and forever shall be" Faith waved it off, tentatively hugging me goodnight and then letting Spike lead her to their bedroom.
I staggered up to my rooms, wishing I could sleep forever. I froze in the doorway, someone had been in my room. I turned on my lights and look around cautiously. I saw a white envelope and opened it.
*Meet me at Hemery High School tomorrow. One O'clock, Whistler*.
Great. Another mystery person. Why couldn't we have just stayed in London?