"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.

Elizabeth: Chapter 3

I woke up in a white room. I didn't like white rooms much. They were to plain and boring for me. I heard to voices arguing in the hallway, so I got up and went over to the door. I could hear them, but barely.

"Why don't you want her to stay?" it was a British voice, and I guessed that it was Spike's.

"Isn't it obvious? Do you know where she comes from? What she is?" This voice was younger, but still British, but I still had no idea of who it was.

Then there was Angel's voice, commanding and stern. "Okay. If I know anything, she's probably at the door right now wide-awake. You were a bit loud in your yelling, Wes. You can ask her anything you need to know to make you feel safe. But I say she stays, and I'm the boss."

Then there were footsteps. I backed away from the door, and a man came in. Spike followed. I think he was concerned for me. If only he knew how capable I was, he would have gotten out.

"Hello. I'm Elizabeth, and you are?" I said, politely and as strong as I could possibly do in this white room.

"I'm Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, and this is Spike," he said, motioning his hand as he introduced them.

"I know exactly who Spike is. I've met him several times before, in other dimensions. We should get on with the questioning, so I can get out of here." I glanced nervously around the room. I didn't like it at the beginning, and I hated it now.

"Alright then. What is your full name?" Wesley said, his voice all hard and serious.

"Elizabeth Anne. I don't know my last name. I adopted Winters. It sounded pretty. Don't you think?"

"Okay then, Elizabeth. How did you come here?"

"I was walking and a great big bear attacked me and dragged me here," I said, sarcastically. "A portal, idiot. Seriously, how am I going to get from one reality to another without a portal?"

"Watch your tone." I looked at Wesley, but then I realized it was Spike who had said it.

I glared and then got quiet. I know he wasn't my real father or anything, but there was still an instinct to obey.

Wes looked at Spike and widened his eyes. "Maybe it was a good idea to have you come in." Then he looked at me. "Where were you before this?"

I sighed. Telling stories were not my forte. "I was on a planet which was completely over taken by vampires. I survived because of my mother and father. I was to be sired in a week and dying didn't appeal to me. I like the sunshine too much. When in comes down, it's so warm. And vampires, they never see the sun. I couldn't do it."

"And where were you before that?" Wesley said. I think he just wanted to hear a good story.

"Bristol. My mother and father were never vampires there, but smack dealers. I escaped before I got addicted. And that's all I'm going to tell you. If you could, I'm a bit hungry. Could you bring me some food? I haven't eaten in a couple days at least. Thank you," I said as I got up and went to lie down. I was tired, and didn't feel like talking anymore.

I knew in time I would have to tell my full story, but as long as I could hold it off, I would. Eventually my food came. It wasn't great, but it was substance to keep me going. I was left alone to sleep, and then the door burst open.

Okay! Yet another chapter. Please review!