This chapter is going to be… interesting. To say the least. I wasn't sure how to make this scene happen, but I tried. R&R please :)

Chapter 2: The Real Gift

Song: 'No Secrets' the Exies

Maybe it was pure curiosity, maybe she was being possessed, or maybe, just maybe, she believed that something about this meeting could change her life forever. But whatever the reason, she was there. Standing by the back gate of the churchyard watching the sunset was Anne. She wore a pair of old jeans and a black hoodie over a black tank top. Some of the few street clothes she bought to get away from the mundane dress of a nun-to-be which is all Mother Superior let her wear in the convent. She only wore the clothes for going on walks or to the store; being schooled in the convent, she rarely left. She looked down at her tennis shoes, an old pair of black Chuck Taylor's and kicked the dirt around. The neighborhood was blanketed in reds and pinks as the sun finally set. Another chill was sent up Anne's spine and her head snapped up, she smelt something, something familiar, yet, all too strange. It was so strong… she looked around her for the source and when she saw nothing, she leaned her back on the fence.

"I'd like you to know, that I happen to have pepper spray in my pocket, and I don't appreciate you just sneaking up behind me like that." Anne turned to face the man standing behind her, and found herself facing nothing not a face, but a body. His arms were folded across his broad chest, and his long black cloth duster jacket was left open, showing the glimmer of a black leather shirt. He was quite taller than the five foot-six Anne. She looked up into the eyes of the man, and took in the sight of his face. The five o'clock shadow fashion had not passed him by. Rather it took over the bottom half of his face, covering his strong features with course, dark hair. His eyes were a dark brown; his hair was even darker. Anne's heart dropped slightly at the realization that this was not the same man who had left her the box. She noticed a smirk on the man's face, and terror gripped her. Taking a few steps back, she fiddled in her pocket to the pepper spray she'd promised. "What are you smiling at?" she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

"Nothing, you just… look just like him." He answered, staying where he was, keeping his gaze on her.

"Look like who?" Anne countered, tentatively, grasping the spray bottle in her pocket.

"We don't have much time," the man opened the gate, and stepped closer to her. "We have to leave."

"I'm not going anywhere with you." Anne kept taking steps back toward the convent. The man advanced, but stopped at the gate entrance as if there were an invisible wall.

"Gypsy, we need to leave before your presence is made known." An urgent look now adorned the man's face he beckoned for her to come with him. "Don't you want to receive your real gift?"

"Wh-what did you call me?" Anne looked at him inquisitively, taking a step closer. She ignored everything else he said.

"The name your mother gave you, girl." His tone was urgent.

Now I'm lost in my wonderin'
Cuz i can't find the hope that's within me
And I'm scratchin' my bruises lately
My sincerity strands by and waiting

"My mother?" Anne's head was swimming.

Suddenly the man stopped and his back straightened. Anne watched the man's face visibly change from one of pleading, to one of a defensive nature. Anne, herself, shivered. The wind had changed; something was not right.

"What's that? What's going on?" she asked, looking around for a source of the disturbance. The mystery man looked at her, catching her gaze, and keeping it.

"Please, we need to leave now!" his voice was hushed, but more urgent than before.

"Not till you tell me why!" Still hesitant, Anne held back, wishing she'd never left her room.

"If you don't come with me, your future will no longer be in your hands. If you want to know who you are, we have to leave now…" The man stopped talking, his face changed, his expression became cold, and lifeless. Anne took a step towards him, now worried.

"What's wrong?" She asked, but was not answered. The man's knees gave way under him and he fell to them; Anne followed, getting to her knees beside him. She held his face, which was extremely cold, like metal that had been left out in the snow. Anne looked into his eyes, "What's wrong?!" She asked again. She searched his eyes for an answer yet found none, and then she noticed it. Silver, reflecting the moonlight seeped into his irises, filling them with the cold, unfeeling metal. Anne gasped as he fell to the side, hitting the cement with a thump.

Don't! Go! I thought I'd never know
But it's something that you should tell

She jumped to her feet and backed away, her hands shaking, she heard a clicking sound and her gaze shot up, and stared out straight in front of her, as was met with the coldest eyes she'd ever seen. Twenty feet away stood a black figure, and Anne found herself staring down the barrel of a very large gun.