It took Tom a while to find Kaitlyn again. When he did find her, he could say he was slightly surprised. She was in the library, sitting on the floor. Books were surrounding her. A he stepped closer to her, he swore he heard her humming something. The moment she realised he was there though, the humming stopped.
"It is positively rude to sneak up on someone, even if it is in your own home," She said, not looking up from her book.
"I apologize," he said, sounding as if he didn't really care, "There are a few questions I must ask you. Would you mind?"
"Of course not. Though, if I don't like the question, I will not answer. And you will have to get over it."
Tom nodded, even though if he wanted the information, he would get it. Whether she wanted to tell him or not.
"Do you know who you are?" Tom asked her, with all seriousness.
"Depends on what you mean. I know my name is Kaitlyn. I know my family died when I was young. I know I raised myself, and I forgot most things from my past. What do you mean?"
"What do you remember from your past?" He asked.
"Again, not much," but she continued, "I know we had money. I remember other children, all of them older than me. I remember magic. . . Then I remember something bad. Screaming, blood, fear. And then it's blank for a time."
Tom looked confused after she said the blank part. What had happened to her? "What happened after the blankness?"
"A family found me and raised me until I was twelve. I left, reappearing in random places. I started being chased by people like that man you killed. And that basically brings us to this point in time."
Tom nodded, thinking on the small amount of information. So, she had somehow lost her memory. She did remember a bit about her family, and what had happened. He could work with that.
"Have you ever heard of the Maddiens?" He asked, wondering if the name would make something click.
Suddenly the room became dark, the candles in the room barely making light. There was extremely loud wind somehow blowing past the shelves of the library. Kaitlyn had gone completely still, her eyes narrowed.
"No. I do not know that name. I recomend not speaking that name to me again." Kaitlyn's voice had gone dark, and she was radiating silent anger. Tom decided that it would indeed be best if he did not continue that conversation.
"Of course not. I will not speak of it again."
The changes happened quickly, the room lighting up again, and the sound of wind disappearing. Her darkened expression disappeared, being replaced by a more relxed one. There was that power Tom knew she had.