Okay. There's going to be a companion fic coming soon. The story of Katlin, Angel and Darla's daughter from another dimension. Please review, if you want more. If you don't, I still might update anyway. I'm addicted to my stories once I get to know them.

Chapter 2: Up, up, up

What you have to understand is that I look a lot like my mother. Horribly similar. It's gotten me in trouble a few times, and saved me other times. More often than not, it always ends badly. I had considered living as a hermit in the woods, but that didn't appeal to me with the whole thing that my mother was insane, and loneliness often triggered insanity, I figured. So I decided to travel from world to world when I needed to, and see what was there. I had actually started to like this world, which was a shame since there was the possibility that I was going to be killed.

There was a sword at my throat, and it was really uncomfortable. I didn't like violence. I would rather sit and watch the stars, or write poetry. I was a peace-loving person, which is a strange thing to say considering my parents were of the Scourge, and loved to kill. It was rather funny though, seeing that the two people who were going to kill me were of the Scourge, the one's who were most feared, Angelus and William the Bloody. William, or Spike, as he liked to be called, didn't know that I was indeed his daughter. He thought I was hi9s sire, which wouldn't work out. I decided to make a plea.

"Please, don't kill me. You think I'm someone, but I'm not. My name is Elizabeth, and I am completely human. See?" I reached for a cross that was lying on the near-by floor, and picked it up. "No ashes, no burning. I'm not my mother, okay? So you can put the sword down and let me be." There was an instant look of confusion on both of their faces.

"So you're not Dru?" Spike asked, looking as if he had just been asked to assemble a nuclear weapon.

"No, I'm Elizabeth. I am her daughter. I am completely different, in the fact that I am human. Unfortunately, I still get visions and occasionally lose it, but that's only about 2 times a month, and really, it'll be okay if you let me go. Unless of course, you're into torturing, then you might take me hostage and begin to torture, but you won't do that because they tell me you won't. You're going to take me back to you're home, they say, and use me for visions. I don't like having visions. You can't make me have them." At this point the sword came off of my throat. I stood up and turned to the window. "Bye. It was nice meeting you." I jumped out, and landed on the ground.

My legs hurt, but nothing was broken as of yet. I decided that I would randomly wander the streets, but never did for the sake of a vision. Visions were evil, and made my head hurt. It wasn't nice. I had often thought about getting rid of them, but never could. Plus, my guardians have said that is was a special gift that I must keep, because it would help them. Well, I had noticed one thing over the years, the visions never helped me, and they only made life worse, because I could see the evil, the demons, and even sense their victim's feelings. It was really bad sometimes, and I couldn't handle it. This vision was one that fell under the category of "Can't handle it." It had taken me to the ground, and wouldn't allow me to get up. It made me cry, though I didn't let the sound come out. I had this thing against showing weakness, mainly because I was very venerable.

I decided that I would just lay there and die, but somebody had to come and save me, since I had visions. A few minutes had passed with me lying on the ground, and then two very stupid vampires came. Angel and Spike, who had been threatening to kill me 5 minutes previous, wanted to save me now. I didn't care what they did, as long as they didn't try to communicate with me. They did but I shushed them with a finger. I wasn't in the mood for talking, and the visions were screaming in my head. "Shut up," I whispered to them. They wouldn't listen. "Stop singing."

I eventually decided to fall asleep. Unfortunately, I was walking. Not a good idea, but it seemed so at the time. I ended up being carried, which I hated, but the vision hadn't stopped yet. A demon was raising another demon, which would raise another in turn, who would repeat it. The stars wouldn't stop telling me, and I was thoroughly mad about it.

Before I knew it, I was on a bed, and I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't. I did for a second, but the dark stars came then and screamed at me. They were not happy, and neither was Angelus. I had refused to talk, and he was getting mad. I heard him say something to the effect of "She's too stubborn." At that point I had to smile. I was making him mad, and it gave me a certain satisfaction. He yelled at Spike to try, and Spike did so begrudgingly. For some reason, the stars wanted me to tell him. I thought about refusing, but in the end I spoke.

"Up, up, up, they go. They call each other, and they want to kill all the flowers and the people and the stars, but the stars don't want them to." For some reason, I could never get a vision out in simplicity. Maybe it was habit, or the fact that my mother said them that way to. I also had grown to love delivering messages in a tongue that no others could understand.

"Who?" one of them said. I couldn't tell, I was in too much pain.

"Evil." I said, before I let my hold on consciousness slip.

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