Chapter 2
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Kaia walked over to the girl, still holding her right side and asked her if she was okay. The girl nodded her head but didn't make a move to get up off the floor. Kaia offered her other hand and helped the girl to stand up. "Are you sure you're ok," Kaia asked again. "You're starting to bruise there on your neck. Does it hurt?"
The girl simply stared at Kaia for a moment before she said, "Yes it does."
"Well, I hate to interrupt here but who the hell are you?" Kaia spun around to face the British voice, which belonged to a blonde guy of average height dressed in all black, including a black trench coat. He was now stalking towards her, so she figured she had better answer. She was not afraid of him, but she learned early on to avoid confrontation whenever she could.
"My name is Kaia," she told him. "I'm just trying to help. I wasn't trying to hurt her. As a matter of fact, I think I just saved her life" Kaia couldn't keep the sarcasm out of her tone. Here she was risking her own life to help these people fight these things and this was the thanks she got.
"Saved her life huh? How do we know you weren't working with those dragonian demons?" Kaia turned towards the source of the new voice. She stood silently, taking in the appearance of a tall African-American guy who was bald headed and dressed in a pin striped suit. Kaia stared at him in confusion, because she had no idea what the hell a dragonian demon was. "Look", she replied. "I don't know what the hell a," and then she stopped as realization sunk in. "Wait, I assume you're talking about those things lying on the ground right now," she asked.
"Oh that's really cute," said the Brit. "Feigning confusion always looks cute on pretty little girls, but we're not buying it." Ok now she was getting pissed off. She could have drinking a Starbuck Mocha Coffee right now, but no...she just had to go play 'Super Woman'. Now she was being accused of working with demons to hurt them, when she had really been just trying to help. The little girl comment hadn't helped either. While she desperately tried to contain my anger, a smooth voice said, "Guys lay off".
Kaia stiffened at the familiarity of that voice, before finally letting her eyes rest on him. Their eyes locked and she saw something flash through his eyes, but she couldn't place what it was. She concentrated on reading his mind. He was confused because he didn't know who she was, but he felt like he knew her somehow. So he doesn't know who I am. But he obviously feels something is different here…that there is something weird about me. "You weren't working with those demons right," he asked cautiously. "Tell me I'm not wrong."
Kaia shook her head. "You're not wrong," she responded. "I didn't even know what the hell those things were until Mr. Clean over there told me." The black guy stiffened in anger at her comment and started walking over to her. Kaia glanced at him, giving him bored look, noting that the girl she had saved was now grasping his arm in an attempt to hold him back. "Look," Kaia said, her tone resigned. "I just wanted to help and now that I have I'm just gonna go."
"Wait," he said abruptly. "You're holding your side? Are you hurt?"
"No I'm ok," she replied quickly. "It's just a broken rib or two. I'll be fine." Just as she was about to leave, someone burst into the room talking excitedly about some new prophecy that he had discovered. Kaia's mouth gaped as she stared at the other guy who had appeared in her dreams; the one who could make my throat go dry from just one look. She stood shock still as she felt the familiar feelings of arousal assault her body. Meanwhile, he just continued to look down at his book as he read off of the pages. He stopped suddenly. The room was too quiet. He finally looked up. His eyes scanned the room and then they stopped, focusing intently on the strange young woman before him. The hand containing the book slowly lowered to his side as he stared at her, first with curiosity and then with naked interest.
Kaia dragged her eyes away from him. Oh god, first I meet someone who might be my father. And now I meet a gorgeous guy who gets my hormones riled up all in the same day. Finally, he spoke. "What in bloody hell happened here," he asked looking at the bodies of the dead demons littering the floor. "And who are you?"
Well so much for tact. "Like I said earlier," she replied defensively. "My name is Kaia. Sorry to drop in on the private demon party here, but I was just trying to help your friends. Don't worry I can show myself out." She couldn't figure out why she was suddenly so angry. It was probably the shock of meeting her 'dream men'. Either which way she didn't care. She just knew she had to get out of there.
"Wait...I'm sorry for being so abrupt with you. My name is Wesley and that's Charles Gunn, the blonde is Spike, that's Fred, and this is our boss Angel. So that's his name…Angel. My dream dad's name is Angel? "Angel huh," she said as she her eyes traveled over to him, taking in his muscular frame. She gave an unlady-like snort. "Isn't that a girl's name," she asked sarcastically.
He chuckled. "Angel is short for Angelus," he responded, running a hand nervously over his spiked hair.
"Oh, Angelus," she said slowly. "That's a much more normal name."
"Wesley, she saved my life," said Fred. "She kind of…of…flung them across the room without even touching them. By the way how did you do that?"
"I have telekinetic abilities," Kaia told her." I can move things with my mind."
"We know what it means little girl," Spike said harshly. "The question is what are you and how can you do that?" Ok…the little girl comments were getting kind of old.
"First of all," Kaia began angrily. "One I'm not a little girl and two I don't know what the hell I am." She paused for a beat. "I'm still trying to figure that out," she finished softly.
There was a moment of awkward silence before Wesley spoke again. "How did these demons get in here or you for that matter," he asked. "I mean we do appreciate your help, but this place has state of the art security."
Not that state of the art. "Look I teleported here. I can sort of tell when people are in danger sometimes. When I focus, I can teleport to where they are. As for those things, I don't know how the hell they got in here. If had known I would get the third degree I would have stayed where I was. I was actually on my way to get some Starbucks, which I am still in desperate need of by the way." Kaia groaned loudly as she felt the pain still assaulting her side.
"You're hurt," Wesley said softly. "You need to rest for a moment. You're holding your side. Is it your ribs?" Before she could protest, she was being led over to a couch. She hadn't even noticed the couch in the room before. She took that time to scan the room, noting that it appeared to be some sort of office.
"She said she thinks she broke them," Angel added as he came towards the pair.
"Actually one of those demons broke them," she countered dryly.
Angel reached out his hand to lift her t-shirt, but then pulled his hand back swiftly. "I just want to check your ribs ok," he said slowly, waiting for her permission. Kaia nodded to give him the ok and he lifted her shirt slightly. He proceeded to press his fingers on her abdomen and she flinched in pain.
"Yeah," said Angel, confirming what he had suspected. "You definitely have some broken ribs. You're abdomen is going to need to be wrapped up tightly to hold those bones in place. We can take you down to our Med Center and get you fixed up."
"No that's okay...I'll be fine," Kaia said plainly. "I heal pretty quickly. The bones will just mend back together. It will still hurt and there will be a hell of a bruise that will fade after a couple days." Everyone just stared at her, the curiosity and awe on their faces apparent.
She wondered inwardly what she was going to do. Angel and Wesley aren't figments of her imagination anymore. They were actually real people. She glanced quickly at the both of them and suddenly she didn't want to leave at all.
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