Roxy: Sausage Rolls.

"Ow," I mutter, my hand slowly moving to my head as I roll forward. My eyes open and I see the woman stand before me. I scream.


She turns her head away as if trying to deflect my scream. I run out of voice and air, my eyes start to pour with salt again.

The woman looks at me again, "Finished?"

I lick my lips and nod. "Good," she says squatting down in front of me. "I suppose you're wondering why you, and why now?"

"No, I'm wondering who the hell you are and when I'm allowed to go to a meeting to 'talk' about that deamon hunter." I state.

"Ahh, so you are head strong, even if you do seem to like to scream," she narrows her eyes, I shrug, her face breaks into a smile. "My name is Wilde, don't ask, my mother named me after my personality."

"Well, I'm Roxy - Rox to my friends - named after my dad, as... Well I don't really know..." I stare off into the distance.

"Hmm, William always was bad at making important decisions," she also stares off.

"Wha- How do you know my father?" I ask.

She smirks at me, "How do you think? You didn't get your hair from your dad."

I feel my mouth go into an O shape, "Yo- Are yo- Yo-"

She raises an eyebrow and laughs, "Spit it out, then."

"Sorry," I gulp and take a huge breath. "Are you... My... Mother?"

She looks down and back up, secercuring her emerald eyes with my diamond eyes. "Yes."

"Oh," is all I muster as I roll into darkness, yet again.

The End

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