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And the Canary Will Sing
Seven:
Thoughts of a Lonely Girl
'Someone, I'm losing it!'
Slowly, with an aching head, and sleepy eyes, Charlie descended down the stairs. All the fighting and use of magick in that one day wore her down, not to add to the fact she was suddenly tapped into memories she never had. But the little girl, Carrie, was not her. She was never that sweet and innocent, and just plain dumb. She never knew that girl, she never loved anyone other than Spike and Dru. And she certainly never cried for anyone other than Spike. It should be known.
It was dark in the depressing house. Charlie sighed out loud and sat on the stairs. The long winding 'way was making her head spin. She hunched her shoulders and stared into the dark, captivating house. Dinner shouldn't be ready for a few more minutes, giving Charlie time to think.
This place, these people, they were a key to something. Something... something Charlie wasn't willing to find out.
"Hey, Charlie?" Charlie looked up, and squinted. A girl was at the bottom of the stairs. Charlie continued to stare.
"Charlie, if you're there, supper's ready. If you want." Padding footsteps faded away. Leaving Charlie to herself. She sighed again. This time, softly.
This was a hideout. The Order of the Phoenix. She had no idea what it was for. It was something big. Something that held great power.
The questions earlier. They weren't her questions. And, she didn't know that Snape man. Her problem was these memories. The true owner would want them back. Wouldn't she? Carrie... Carrie reminded her of .... Gods.
Charlie had no idea what she reminded her of. Charlie shuttered slightly as the glamour slipped off of her. Her face was now framed with her long, raven hair. Her eyes were the same emeralds she had all those years with Spike and Dru, without the spark. Her face, once childish, with wisdom and hope, was drained. It was pale and colored with dark colors. She was washed out. Plain.
This place was the center of it all. The center of where to find the answers. If there was anything to be found.
"I should know. You can't have knowledge if you don't prod into other people's business," she said quietly. Her eyes shifted to the cloth covered tapestry to her right. She knew what was behind it. Nicole Black. A crazy old hag who wore her welcome way past the due date. And all Charlie could think was, 'She was alive.' The girl looked around into the dark void that was called a house.
"I think..." Foot steps and Charlie saw the outline of a person amble towards her. Heart racing, Charlie slipped her glamour on hurriedly. Suddenly the mans face, scared, omitted pieces and all, was inches from her own. The electric blue eye looked warily into her own.
"Come on Missy. I think you should come to the kitchen." Charlie stood up and followed the man into the ever dark and depressing abyss.
Seven:
Thoughts of a Lonely Girl
'Someone, I'm losing it!'
Slowly, with an aching head, and sleepy eyes, Charlie descended down the stairs. All the fighting and use of magick in that one day wore her down, not to add to the fact she was suddenly tapped into memories she never had. But the little girl, Carrie, was not her. She was never that sweet and innocent, and just plain dumb. She never knew that girl, she never loved anyone other than Spike and Dru. And she certainly never cried for anyone other than Spike. It should be known.
It was dark in the depressing house. Charlie sighed out loud and sat on the stairs. The long winding 'way was making her head spin. She hunched her shoulders and stared into the dark, captivating house. Dinner shouldn't be ready for a few more minutes, giving Charlie time to think.
This place, these people, they were a key to something. Something... something Charlie wasn't willing to find out.
"Hey, Charlie?" Charlie looked up, and squinted. A girl was at the bottom of the stairs. Charlie continued to stare.
"Charlie, if you're there, supper's ready. If you want." Padding footsteps faded away. Leaving Charlie to herself. She sighed again. This time, softly.
This was a hideout. The Order of the Phoenix. She had no idea what it was for. It was something big. Something that held great power.
The questions earlier. They weren't her questions. And, she didn't know that Snape man. Her problem was these memories. The true owner would want them back. Wouldn't she? Carrie... Carrie reminded her of .... Gods.
Charlie had no idea what she reminded her of. Charlie shuttered slightly as the glamour slipped off of her. Her face was now framed with her long, raven hair. Her eyes were the same emeralds she had all those years with Spike and Dru, without the spark. Her face, once childish, with wisdom and hope, was drained. It was pale and colored with dark colors. She was washed out. Plain.
This place was the center of it all. The center of where to find the answers. If there was anything to be found.
"I should know. You can't have knowledge if you don't prod into other people's business," she said quietly. Her eyes shifted to the cloth covered tapestry to her right. She knew what was behind it. Nicole Black. A crazy old hag who wore her welcome way past the due date. And all Charlie could think was, 'She was alive.' The girl looked around into the dark void that was called a house.
"I think..." Foot steps and Charlie saw the outline of a person amble towards her. Heart racing, Charlie slipped her glamour on hurriedly. Suddenly the mans face, scared, omitted pieces and all, was inches from her own. The electric blue eye looked warily into her own.
"Come on Missy. I think you should come to the kitchen." Charlie stood up and followed the man into the ever dark and depressing abyss.
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