Faith Lehane (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} slayersocialwrk) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
Because she knew he was gonna ask anyway, she lightly brushed her fingers over the cross around her neck. It had reminded her a little of Mrs Jones' key ring with it's cross, but she didn't associate it with the memory, so that was good.
"I was 17. Wasn't a Slayer yet. I was in this foster place while my mom was in rehab, or somewhere-" she paused a moment, remembering her reaction when she'd found her mom just a few weeks later. "Anyway, these people were old, and kinda creepy. Had a bunch of kids there 'sides me, and they were the bible thumpin' type. Turns out, their son who had 'died' fifty years ago wasn't dead-he was chained up in the attic and guess who was on the menu." She shook her head, looking at him slowly.
"Remember when you told me about the kid in Detroit, and I said I knew how you felt?" When he nodded, she continued. "This...thing...was a five year old kid. But it wasn't a kid. It was a vamp-which I found out a couple months later, when the Prof told me about it all."