Another chapter for you guy, I had to work this one I've been so busy with life I have been able delve into this reality. It's currently WW3 right now with the fireworks outside my house, I'm pretty sure that cat has got AWOL. Anyway…. Enjoy.

My name is Megan. I'm in my last year of collage studying child phycology. My favourite colour is green and I love to wear wing-tip shoes… Wait, no scratch that completely. My real name is Ezri, I feel old when I shouldn't and know and see things I shouldn't and I can never be normal. I remember my parents. My first parents. We leaved in an empire as slaves, we knew no other life. We were freed and we walked the earth for forty years, I was a child when it all began. My parents withered and I too grew old. My children had children and their children too. I was ready to die, happy and content in the Promised Land. My family were around me, it was a warm evening, and I remembered it well. The honey was sticky and lax, and the leaves crackled as the wind blew from the west. My breath was low and a slow, soft and sacred almost breaths that have waited to breath for so long. As I felt the warmth of my forth son's hand I felt my eyes feel heavy, subdued. I whispered what I could only remember as audible but meaningful words, ones that my family strained to hear. Only then did the darkness showed around me. Peace. At Last.

FLASH!

The light came soring in on me as breath was tired now rushed into my lungs. I cried out as I was dragged and pulled, dragged and pulled. I felt the warmth of huge alien hands that wrapped around me, as if chocking me.

Is this Gan Eden?

Is this the Sheol?

As I began to shake from the cold, I felt myself plunged onto a table. I felt sticky and wet, inhuman. Soon after I was passed on, once again by alien hands to a pair of soft and somewhat familiar hands. I felt the warm kiss of the heartbeat on my cheek as I was carefully wrapped in silk.

What is this?

Who am I?

I was asking myself, over and over again. But I knew the answers; they were staring at me in the face. Literally. I had a new father, a new mother. I had been resurrected, not like the Rabbi had told us, not like we had been taught but I had been… born again?

I thought this is what happens; this is why we can't remember when we are babies because we remember a past lives.

But it happened again. And again, and again, over and over again.

And I never forgot.

1993

"You have fifteen minutes to play outside, then I want you back in for Pizza" she said to me softly.

"Okay" I giggled.

I enjoyed being young, I pondered to myself as I skipped merrily to the rusty swings, that my father had put up long before I was born, back when my older brothers were, well… boys. I was an enigma in my current family. As I always am. I was born almost twelve years apart from my older brother, the second youngest in our little family. The oldest, Jack he was fifteen years older than me and by now he had gone off the work, with a wife and kids in Canada. I've never had a family in Canada perhaps that would be the life for me? Slumping onto the cold metal, I let the chains freeze onto my hand. Rocking backwards and forwards on the tips of my toes, I watched still amazed as the pale wisps of breath fire from my mouth in the cold air. Its winter but I still where a dress, a dark green with tiny pink flowers sown on. I'm wrapped up warm in the green coat with a furry hood. I look to down to my feet a smile as I play with a little golden leaf with my pink willies stained with mud from running in the fields. Even though I feel old, I always feel like a child and live like a child, growing and aspiring into something greater.

"Hi"

I turned, my breath catching up on me. Stand beside; leaning half heartily on the cold metal pole was a man. His hair was brown, and his eyes were green. He has a boyish smile and an air a immaturity around him, although he did appear young perhaps mid 20s I knew that that was far from the truth. There was something about him, about his voice, his presence that made my gulp down my apprehension. I knew that this man was not human.

"H… Hi"

He smiles and crossed his arms, his navy blue jacket scraping on the sleeves.

"And what's you name kiddo?"

Still cautious I turned back to my house, the lights were on and suddenly playing outside didn't seem all that attractive.

"I… My dad says I should talk to strangers, I… I have to go"

I quickly jumped from my swing, my willies making the tiniest of splashes as I hit the leafy floor.

"Hey!" the man called back "that's not way to treat a friend!"

I turned around, walking backwards towards the sanctuary of house.

"I'm not your friend" I called back, trying not to anger him but my childish mind got the better of my and he pouted his lips, in an attempt of a mocking sob. I stopped, as if easily fooled by his merciless expression.

Suddenly after taking a step forward, a piercing scream emitted from my house. One so powerful and stung my heart, flipping my head back I ran to my house, where the screams had become repetitive. My brother, my father, my mother…

Feeling a grip below my stomach I immediately screamed out, little tiny stabs of innocent yelps , screeches, cries. A hand was placed over my mouth, it was warmed and smooth but it quickly turns to sweat as my screams became muffled. The man's voice came close to my ears, so close I could feel his breath down my neck even with the protection of my furry hood.

"Shh, sorry kiddo"

I felt heavy all of a sudden, tired. I was still thrashing about trying to break free of this man's grip. He'd lifted me off the ground now, the air being pushed out of my lungs. My eyes starting closely, slowly. Slowly. I would almost yawn if it wasn't for the hand covering my mouth. That's when I woke up in hospital. The next weeks were a blur. Police, Doctors, Police, Doctors. I felt sick, lost and confused. That man's breath never left my side, I could feel him in the night, I couldn't sleep, I even swore a few times he was one of the doctors, it got so bad I bit one of the doctors. That didn't go down very well and they decided that I would go to Canada and live with my brother. I was happy and contempt, it was a different world from where I used to live. The man at the swing worse off on me eventually and I began to live a normal life, well one as normal as I can get.

"You have got to be kidding me"

I was suddenly transported back into the black car, a gun to my face and the trees flashing by, it was almost day time. I peered over the back seat to the guy named Dean, he looked tired but it looked natural on him.

"I don't understand?"

"Your flipping 2,000 years old?" he sneered.

"3,6013 years old actually, give or take"

"Jesus" Dean replied "So you're not just a kid" he stole a glance off Bobby.

"Nope, she's one hell of a woman"

The car jolted suddenly, pushing me against the seatbelt and into the chair in front. I felt a shiver go up my spine as the warmth of a leg touched me awkwardly. Everyone in the car to the back middle seat. Sitting there smugly, his legs crossed and the back of his head resting hands, the same boyish smile plastered on his face.

"How the hell are you alive" asked Bobby, his beady face wide in surprise.

"Hellooo, The Trickster!" he responded, pointing to his face with his finger.

"But… we staked you?" asked the equally surprised Sam, who was now being squashed into the side window of the back seat.

"Yeah well, you didn't stake me hard enough" he winked at me, he was enjoying the men's confusion "Now if you don't mind, me and Ezri have a date"

Then I was pulled from reality… again.

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