Found

Travers story was interrupted by a cautious, soft knock at the door.

“Come in, Allison.”

The white door opened, and behind it stood one of the most beautiful women Deidra had ever seen….only she wasn’t human. Allison was a demon, but to call her that was just not fitting. She was dressed in all white, like a nurse, and Deidra noticed that she held another bottle of I.V. fluids in her hands. Allison smiled an elfish smile at her, that made her eyes twinkle. Unlike the fear and loathing that Travers enveloped Deidra in, Allison’s presence was welcoming, peaceful, and safe. Was she enchanted? Did Allison put an enchantment spell on her? Her hair was golden, and fell halfway down her back. Her blue eyes glowed, and she radiated love and peace. Her skin was the palest of white, and speckled throughout with golden flecks. Deidra thought she could glow in the dark, and fill any dark space with her beauty.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need to change out her meds, sir.” Allison looked down at her feet when she spoke to him, and Deidra could sense that Allison, too, feared and disliked Travers. Perhaps this enchantingly lovely demon could be an ally for her?

“Get on with it then. I need to check in with the Council anyway. Deidra, we will finish this discussion later, over dinner. You should feel up to a meal this evening. We’ll conclude this then.” Without another word or glance, he turned and walked out, shutting the door tight behind him.

As the door closed, their eyes met. Allison put a finger to her lips in a shushing motion, and then pointed to something in the corner of the room. Deidra had not seen it before. It was a white camera, blending in to the surroundings. They were being monitored, so they had to be careful what was said. Allison’s back was to the camera, permitting her to point without giving too much away. She then went to the other side of the bed and exchanged the empty bag with a full bag of fluids. Deidra could not take her eyes off of her…she was so beautiful.

“You are so beautiful….” She murmured.

Allison just smiled at her.

“Who are you? What are you?” Deidra couldn’t help herself from asking, and figured they were safe enough questions. They were not questions that should upset Travers in anyway, which is probably why the camera was there, and Allison’s smile was inviting. Her very being was unthreatening, so Deidra had no hesitations in her questions.

“My name is Allison,” she said, “and I am a Laus demon.”

A Laus demon! Deidra had read of them. They were benevolent demons that were also vegetarian because they didn’t believe in taking any life, even to their own benefit. Not only were they the most peaceful demons in existence, but said to be the most beautiful creatures in existence. Now Deidra believed that! Allison was like an angel. But why would such a creature be in a place like this? Was Allison a hostage as well?

Allison could see the questions in Deidra’s eyes. “You know what I am?” She asked.

Deidra just nodded and whispered, “Peaceful and beautiful, is what you are. Why are you here?”

Allison started to gather up the empty bag and walk around to the other side of the room, towards the door. “I am here for the same reason you are here. To fulfill Mr. Travers destiny.” Allison said this with trepidation, and not with purpose. She opened the door, and turned to look up at the camera as she left. She whispered as she went out of the room, “I’ll try and help you, as best I can. You are The Forgotten One, so he won’t hurt you…kill you, at least for now. However, it is not safe to provoke him,” she warned, and then shut the door, her footsteps fading down the hall.

This was just getting more and more confusing, thought Deidra. She ha tak take stock of what had happened. She had learned so much in the last day, but at the same time, more questions had arisen, making her understand less and less. “The Forgotten One,” what is that? And how is that her? Who was she? She was the spawn of a rape. Her mother was a slayer, Luisa…Mr. Giles’ Slayer. Her mother had been tricked, tortured, impregnated, and died, by the hands of her apparent father, Travers. She wished she knew nothing. She had yearned and wished over the years to know her true parents. To know who she was. Now she desired her ignorance again.

Part of her did not want to ever see Travers again, but she had to know the rest of the story now. How was Mr. Giles involved? It sounded like he was forced, but after all these years, after everything, her friendship with him and Rupert…how could he not tell her? Protect her? He had betrayed her. It had been his plan all along. No matter what he had been blackmailed with, it would not justify what he had done to her. She could never forgive him.

And then Deidra thought of Rupert. Her friend. She may only be fifteen, and he only 17, but she knew he was “the one”. Rupert did not know it. He was too consumed in himself, but Deidra knew it. Even now, she knew that they belonged together. In her soul, she knew Rupert did not know any of this, and now she began to fear for him. Was he safe? Was he safe from Travers, and the Sestons…and his own father? Her body trembled at the thought of what could happen to him. She vowed then and there to get out of this, for him. She had to help him, especially since he was a Watcher. He had to know what he was a part of. And how much a part of it was the Council? Was Travers working for the Council, or was he a renegade. She hoped to find out tonight. Would Rupert look for her? Could he find her and rescue her? Or did she have to do it all on her own?

She could feel the medicine penetrating her consciousness again. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes opened. Her last thoughts before falling into uneasy sleep was of Rupert. She would focus on him always. She would picture his face when she was troubled. Her love for him would get her out of this. She would fight to get to him again, to warn him, to be with him, safe and sound. He would love her eventually she hoped, and that would be worth all the pain and suffering and time that she had to endure. She could be patient in that, for the reward of his returned love would be so great.

Right before she drifted off, a piercing thought struck her to the core. NO! What if she did get out of this and find him? What if he knew who she was, what she was….would she lose him? Her anguish drowned her, and a sob barely passed her lips as she fell into oblivion.


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