Looking up at everyone once Angel had discovered and explained what exactly she was, and tilted her head up and away from Buffy's arms. "Send me home. I won't trouble you any longer." She began to strip the covers away from her body. "I will no longer pose a threat to yeh." Knowing that she was wearing someone else's night clothing, she rapidly searched the room with her eyes, moving her head looking for her personal belongings. Everyone watched her, knowing what she was trying to do. Run from her destiny. Buffy, of all people knew exactly what she was doing, from first hand experiance. "Caela, you can't-" With sympathy in her voice she was although cut off.

"I can not protect you anymore, Caela." Moving around the bed forcing her to look into his eyes. "My job was only to get you here, to your Protectors. And you're here. You have to stay. If you don't you know the consequences." Pike raised his voice, trying desperatly to get through to her.

"Wait a minute." Standing away from the bed. "Protectors? What...Just who are the Protectors? And what are the consequences?" Standing among the other two's face off.

"She is too young and too immature with her powers to stay alive own her own. She needs to be protected until then." Become frustrated by having to fill everyone in when there wasn't any time.

"Okay, now that we understand that, who are the Protectors?" Even though the question had already been answered in the depths of her mind she still wanted to make sure she was wrong. She didn't want such a responsibility.

"Her Watcher said that you and an angelic vampire." Looking to Buffy.

"Angel." Sharing a stare of astonishment, Buffy and Angel knew what the watcher had really meant. That of a vampire with a soul named

Angel."But...There is no need. I am just as strong as any other vampire slayer. Just as strong as you, Buffy." Trying to reason with them to get her wish.

Trying not to laugh, noticing that she was only trying to get her way. "I'm sorry, Caela. But you are not. You will not for another two years. Only then will you possess the equal amount of power as Buffy. And even then your strength will grow some more."

"But I want to go home....." Begining to cry once again, her voice cracked and forced her to pause in her sentence. She crouched down with the shakes of her sobs, her head buried in her knees with her hands wrapped around them. She was growing tired of the constant stumbles she was making with her English. "Ti neti sancsi. Ti neti senti det." Her Gaelic was heavy and fast. Continuously rambling the same words over and over again to herself. Until finally Angel stepped in.

"Ti unnit..." Putting his hands on her shoulders he knelt down in front of her. "Uhhh..." Trying to search the right dialect for the words he wished to use. "Ovet, tue...tue...tue unve det. Tue xapir... Pike xapir tue pyil mipir. Ibuwi?" Everyone stared down at him, curious as to what he was saying to her, Buffy was being more wide eyed by the astonishment of never knowing this ability of her former lover.

"What are you saying to her?" Finally Buffy couldn't take it much longer, being alone in the dark was her worst fear.

"Shhh!" Immediately following her question, not wanting to disturb his conversation with the fragile slayer.

"Tit heitles fhee." With what she said her tears began to worsen rather than cure. Everyone felt so useless, especially Buffy and Pike, of whom did not understand what she said and why she was crying exactly.

Angel, falling still, "She said that her parents were killed." Looking up to their observers then back. "Vampyrs?"

"Aye." Trying to contain her sanity once more. "Ti netit pnow. Ti niem."

"She said that they were killed by vampires and that she couldn't help. She said that she was too small." Tearing himself away from the weeping child he stood up and looked to Buffy. Eyeing her she realized that Angel didn't feel that he was the right person for the comforting job. Buffy, knelt down, giving him a look.

"It's okay Caela. It wasn't your fault, you weren't old enough, what happened.."

"Swuba!" Rising to her feet. "Stop it!" Changing languages as she straightened. "I am not too young. I was not allowed to go out there because I was the Kismettin." Dispising the term. "Turner is still alive and my parents aren't because I was too young." Mix sarcasim and hatred with the last sentence.

"Stop punishing yourself in which you had no control over." Pike stepped in.

"The hell I did. I could have killed him. I approached him with all my strength and I ran." Fighting tears with her anger. "I could have killed him and my parents would have lived. I-"

"And what if you didn't kill him? What if he killed you? What then? Do you just put the rest of the world in danger? Your parents would have been saved for nothing, they would have died anyway." Taking in all that the young slayer had said and returning her own experiences.

"I could have taken him. You don't know-"

"Thats right I don't know, and neither do you. You said that you stood in front of him with all of your strength, when you didn't even know what all of your strength was. You're still growing inside and you didn't even know how strong he was." Buffy tried to stay focused on the topic, someone else's past not her's.

"I'm not the Kismettin, I'm not the Slayer!" Screaming as she ran out of the room and down the strairs.

"Caela!" Calling after her all three of them, too, followed her.

Walking slowly along the given dirt path she followed her emotions. The need to see something more like home urged her to continue her journey. Finally upon reaching a small creek she knelt down reaching into the chilled water. With her hands cupped she gathered the water in her hands and extended her arms, looking as if she were offering the water to someone else in front of her. "Elpul murhx tien du, Sirtes." The water had already leaked through her hands by the time she had finished her prayer as it seemed. With the excess water on her hands she ran them through her hair, letting them wet her red strands. Looking behind her she found a large rock and perched herself upon it.

"Are we going after her?" Buffy seemed surprised that the other men had stopped once they reached to door a few minutes ago.

"She'll cool off and come back. She won't get lost." Pike had looked to Angel as the bodyguard spoke, receiving a nod in agreement.

"I have no doubt that she won't make it back okay since she's the slayer and all." Pausing with the end of a sarcastic tone. "If it were any other regular night of vampires!" Raising her voice as though to get her point across. "May I remind you, Angel that Faith is still out there? And right now she's not too keen on other slayers." Seeing the change of opinion in Angel's face. "Now we're back to reality." Dodging through the two men to grab her coat on the rack next to the door. "And if she's as valuable as you say she is, Pike. We'd better find her before anyone else doesn't." Stepping between Pike and Angel next to the door. "You stay here and let everyone know whats going on and help them out if they need it. What kind of places does she like to hang out at?" Open to almost anything.

"Right now? Well, she doesn't like people seeing her cry, or show any emotion what so ever, your best bet is the quiet spots; park, alleys, closed libraries and museums. Even the cemetery and mausoleums.

"Come on, Angel." Following her lead they both headed off in search of the most precious piece to the puzzle of Life and Hell.

Part Four

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