Trillinka—luckily that's what this chapter's about
soaring-bright-flame—if you were me would you have ended it any other way?
Things had been harder on Seleena since the party. Ignorance was bliss and it had been much easier before she had recognized Logan/James for who he was. Now that she saw it she didn't know how she could have been so blind before. He had changed sure enough but the basics were still there. Here didn't remember her, which made things harder. They had been so close, married, no children, all their time with each other or in the forest.
Her memories were crisp, if not idealistic, but she knew what had happened. She remembered watching him hunt the deer around their cabin. She even remembered perfectly the day he left. She had followed his scent until it ended in a river, she assumed him dead. (How was she to know that he had been taken and trained by a country he no longer called his own.1)? The whole time was well over a hundred years; human memory could fail. But to erase her completely?
Could they still be friends, now assuming, he had abandoned her so long ago.
"Danmit! Thisisn't supposed to happen to me!" she thought angrily. "People die! I mourn, my un-life goes on!" she picked up an empty bottle and hurled it against the far wall of her small room. The plastic clattered off harmlessly. "That was a lot more satisfying when bottles were glass." She pouted.
The noise broke her anger and she was left with only the practical thoughts, or thought rather, as there was only one question on her mind. This was James, there was no about that, but how was he still alive? She had tasted James; he was human, pure blood, no question. That left only a few options. A) He had been changed to a vampire, but he still had a heartbeat and she had seen him at night. Plus he didn't exactly smell like the undead. B) He could have had spell placed on him. That seemed a little more likely. Even if the magic wasn't still evident didn't mean it didn't have a permanent effect. Immortality lasts forever. But who had that kind of power. The dilemma was still bugging her when her though were interrupted by Kitty phasing though her door.
"Blah, you still haven't decorated in here?" she asked looking at the bare floor and walls and the untidy lived out of suitcases.
"Was there some thing you needed?" Seleena snapped beyond the mood not to be bothered.
"Logan wanted to know if you forgot about your training." She girl sounded a little hurt by Seleena's harsh tone.
"Shit." She stamped in frustration.
"So that would be a yes?" Kitty asked trying to make light of the language that Ororo said thought she wasn't old enough to hear.
"Yeah, tell him I'll be out in--" thunder cracked and boomed through the cinderblock wall. "I'll do it my self, you don't need to be out in this weather."
She needed a fight but Logan was such the wrong person that she couldn't even think. He was also the only person she could fight here. She didn't have to worry about hurting him; even way back he had an uncanny ability not to get hurt. If Robin was here they could fight, but no.
Kitty left as Seleena was zipping in to he body suit and pulling on gloves. I would be light yet for about an hour. Logan liked fight this way an hour to his advantage, an hour for her. Fair and even.
"Nothing better than soaking wet spandex." She grumped listing to the rain hit the ground above her. She grabbed her knife form the raised top of the suitcase and headed out.
1This would have been when he joined the Canadian army and fought in WWI