Authors Note / Disclaimer: See Part 1.

The first thing I noticed was the dull throb at the back of my skull. The second thing was that I am in a wonderfully comfy bed. The third was that the bed wasn't mine.

'But I've been in it before' she slowly opened her eyes, the bright morning light flooding in from the loft windows. 'The cabin!? How did I get here?' Briefly ignoring her headache, she swung her legs over the side of the big bed and sat up. The swift motion brought her headache back with a vengeance.

"Ahhhhh!" the pain was overwhelming and she collapsed back onto the bed clutching her head. She indistinctly heard the slapping of wet feet running. Suddenly the sound amplified, as if the soft thumping was really some mechanical monstrosity, jack hammering at the inside of her skull. An anguished yell spilt from her lips as the door swung open and the wet stranger rushed to her side.

"Shhh, shhhh, it's okay," the woman said softly as she hugged her to her. A small prick on her arm, and the world was silent. As the foggy blackness clouded her vision she saw the woman's eyes. 'They're mine, why does she have my eyes?'

My eyes snapped open a second time and I gasped, the air rushing from my lungs. Emotions flooded over my consciousness; happiness, fear, anguish, despair, pain, confusion. Blood, there was so much blood! I sucked in oxygen, trying to regain my breath. My eyes darting in all directions, I wondered where I was. 'My room at the cabin, just like always, 'cept…'

She was sitting asleep on a chair near the bed, wearing jeans, a beater, and my bathrobe.

"Oh my god, it was real. She was real," at the sound of my voice she awakened.

"You okay?" she asked with a yawn. I stared openly. "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies," she said as she walked over, covering her yawn. My mouth snapped shut.

"Who are you?"

"You." "Oh."

She looked genuinely surprised, "Oh? Not 'that's impossible' or 'yea and I'm Mary Queen of Scots' ass'?" She shifted uncomfortably at my statement.

"Why do you believe me?"

"I can't help it. I," I paused, grief overcoming rational thought for a brief second, "I remember my mom telling me that angels take on the form you need them to, and when I saw you, I thought it was me, and I … I just thought you were there to take me too." I looked down. Wow, this comforter is interesting.

"That's why you thought I was death…"

"I thought that the one thing I needed right then was something to be attached to, to forget the pain, pain I could feel in my heart," My hand gave the impression that it was under my will when it placed itself on my stomach, but I was lost in a memory.

"What better person than me?" the ensuing silence was too much to bear for the identical duo. "But that's impossible." I replied, an overly confident voice echoed through the room.

The distraught teen looked up at herself, her lifeless red eyes filling with a speck of a fiery fighting spirit. Anna sighed and looked at her younger form in sympathy. "I know how you must be feeling." She said and moved her hand on top of the other's shoulder.

"Get off!" she yelled and stumbled off the bed clumsily after slapping the hand away. "You aren't me! Shut up! Get out of my life! I don't know who you are but you aren't me! I'm me!" she shouted, her chest heaving with the passion filling her voice. She slumped down to her knees and buried her face into her hands, quiet stifled sobs erupting quietly from her. It was too much. The death from her most loved ones still an open wound, weeping within her.

The elder Anna sat on the bed stiffly. "And it was all going so well…" she thought silently to herself. "Anna Amelia Corvin, you were called Amy by Mom. Do you remember that? Do you remember the summer of Michael's graduation party? Were you met-"

"IAN!" Anna pushed past her elder and sprinted to the phone.

'Ian. That's a name I haven't heard in a while.' "What do you think you are doing?" the elder of the pair asked the frantically searching teen.

"Looking for the phone." Anna pulled the phone off the counter behind her and clipped to her back pocket.

"Well, there's only one person who knows I left with you, so you'd have a lot more than one call to make."

I snapped round to face my mirror image. "Who?"

"The EMS that noticed we were identical. I told her the truth."

I raised my eyebrow skeptically. "Ha, and what's that?"

"Do you remember when you got into that argument with Cy over a school project? How she backed off because she swore your eyes glowed blue? And when you realized you hurt or angered the people you loved most, you cried red tears? How guilty you always felt when you lied? Why you could always kick the boys' asses at sports and make people flinch with your handshakes? Why anyone you leave forgets you so easily?"

I had long since turned around, and now with tears blurring my vision and hand covering my mouth, I stared openly.

"You were made to be that way. You're not like those you've grown up with. You are never going to grow old and die in your sleep; you're doomed to stay young forever. Doomed to watch the people you love die. Again and again." Anna's eyes went cold.

Tears spilled down my cheeks that had seemed to have lost all of their natural color. "Wha… What am I?"

Anna looked her younger counterpart in the eye and replied to the uttered question in a tone that belayed certainty, "We're immortal."

The emotions bottled up inside were too much. I wanted to cry, to scream, to check myself in for a very long stay at a mental institute. Instead, I looked at… myself, for that is what she was, and allowed my lips to separate, one word slipping out, choked with a clouded whirlwind of indescribable desperation, "Wh-"Ding Dong

The doorbell rang, cutting the desperate plea off as Anna went to answer the door. "Well speak of the devil and she shall appear."

Janet was standing on the doorstep, soaked to the bone from the downpour of the late autumn day. "Can I come in?" she asked between chattering teeth. Anna let her pass through the doorway.

"How did you find us?" I asked. "I didn't," she replied, drying off with a towel handed to her by Anna.

"I see you brought some friends," Anna said, eyes flashing blue.

"No, actually they're friends of hers, yours… both of you, I guess." Janet said drying out her hair. A group of teens bolted towards the house, tear-stained and shaking.