How had she come to be here? These people who she didn't know, had taken her, while cold and naked and with no memory of who she was. Before it had been peaceful and warm, no misery, no pain, like a burden had been lifted.

But she had been torn from there and now she was here, alone and scared. It surely must be what some would call hell. She remembered herself being strong and a leader but now she wondered where all of that had gone.

Who was she now?

They barely let her sleep, barely fed her, they tortured her and nobody could hear her scream. But who would come even if they could? When she could sleep she remembered chocolate eyes and red hair, a young woman who she could only describe as home.

Why couldn't she go home?

No matter how many times she died she'd awake right there and then it'd begin all over again. She thinks of songs she sang once, seeds, but she can't seem to remember how to sing anymore.

But one day or was it night? She couldn't tell the time of day. But it was sometime and someone came, she reached for the sound through muffled ears. But a certain sound, a voice that seemed so familiar reached her.

She remembered a little bit of that strength she had before, the old her, the her she'd forgotten. But that voice that was pushing through the fogginess surrounding her was making her remember. And she cried and she growled as she tried to tug on the restraints they had on her wrists.

All she knew was she had to fight, to free herself because somebody was waiting for her to find her way home.

Home.

But also she was making her wrists bruise and her strength was slowly seeping away again. The voice, where'd that voice go? Where was hers?

She almost felt like giving up and the fogginess was coming back to her slowly but she heard a voice yell out.

"Tally!"

Then a loud bang and feet running.

Tally.

That was familiar, yes, her person was Tally.

My Tally.

She managed with all her strength screamed out for her, "TALLY!"

Her head fell back to the metal beneath her head and she fought the tired calm weighing her eyes down. But there it is, a warmth, the first warmth she's felt besides her own tears. A hand turns her gaze towards those chocolate eyes and she suddenly remembers everything. She remembers herself, her strength, her name. Her sorrows and her happiness. She remembers it all.

But she's so tired and she thought she was done fighting. She feels the weight of the metal around her wrists dropping next to her.

"Please, Sarah, you have to get up!"

She hears a commotion towards the door and Tally readies herself with her scourge but she doesn't think she can take them.

"Please, Sarah, I need you!"

And there it is, the spark, her connection to Tally. She feels like all the strength has returned to her, she is who she is, who she was.

And before they can do any harm to the young woman who's been haunting her memories she is off the table and pulling the girl into her arms as a shield is formed around them. And despite it all Sarah is holding Tally so gently like she's the most precious thing in her whole world.

Sarah smiles down at her, her eyes glowing blue, but as she turns towards the camarilla at the door that smile falls away and she lets a seed she's never sung flow through her.

Ah, there it is, my voice.

And the witch killing spores meant for them are turned on the men, covering them in vines and flowers like a garden that's overgrown and can't be killed. And the men die standing, like blooming trees.

Sarah stops her seed and collapses into Tally who is wrapping her arms around her, she faintly hears her yelling for the rest of her unit and then Tally's worried voice telling her to open her eyes.

But she just wants to sleep for just a little while and not wake up like it had all just been a dream.

Please let your face be the first face I see when I wake up.

And then it all goes dark but there's still that warmth, no more cold.

When she wakes next it's in a comfortable bed and there is no more cold, she's sore as hell but she feels safe. Looking to her side on the bed there is Tally with her head resting on the pillow next to hers, her hands clutching at the sleeves of the shirt they changed her into.

Relaxing back into the pillow she winces as she turns to her side, making the girl's fingers lose their grip on her sleeve but her own hand quickly replaces it. Grasping onto Tally's warm hands, her lifeline. She's here, she's real. She places a kiss on those hands and finds herself falling back to sleep right alongside her.

Tally. Tally who gave me my heart.