Forever Alone

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Olivia was really getting sick of passing out all the time.

Sure, she liked having the small recollections of her past, but passing out all the damned time was extremely bugging her.

This vision was different.

Instead of Olivia actually being her past self, she was looking at her, currently sitting next to her.

Little Olivia was humming a sweet tune as she sat cross-legged in front of a puzzle. The small girl had a little red dress on and was perched on a tall kitchen chair and was looking at the box occasionally. The young girl had a small stuffed turtle by her side and was putting the pieces together, just like her daddy had showed her.

They had started it together, Olivia passing him the pieces and her dad putting them in place. He was at work now, and the little Olivia took it upon herself to try and get more of it done, to surprise her father.

Olivia gawked at her younger self. She had no collection of this memory what-so-ever, and as she struggled to get her past selfs attention, she noticed that no one was in the house.

Which was odd, because the hell in their right mind leaves a 5 year old in the house alone?

The younger Olivia giggled slightly as sparks lit up on her finger-tips. She erupted in tiny giggles as the small child bounced the flame in her palms, back and forth from one hand to the other.

The older Olivia was paralyzed. She never had powers before. Surely she would remember this of all things.

For crying out loud, she remembers her first birthday better then this, and this was far more important then pounding the crap out of a slice of cake and desperately reaching for balloons.

The small girl was having a splendid time juggling a ball of flame that she didn't realize the rest of her small body lighting on fire until the chair under her collapsed into cinders and she burst into tears, in which the older Olivia's heart ache.

" Ssssh darling, it's okay sweetie, sssh." The older Olivia soothed, pulling the younger into her lap.

She didn't think it was odd at all that the younger was solid in her arms, and that the younger was 1: not only listening to her, but 2: knew she was actually there.

" Who are you?" The younger hiccuped, the violet eyes meeting the mixed violet and red ones.

The older chuckled, cradling the younger in her arms, whom was still on fire.

" A friend, sweetie. I'm a friend. Now stop crying, sweetie, it's alright. Ssssh." Olivia coaxed.

The younger smiled. " You have a pretty dress, lady. Your very pretty, like your dress. It's very pretty. It's like mine, see? They're both red!" The younger's flames died to sparks in her little palms and she pointed at her little dress.

Olivia ( the older ) looked down at herself, and indeed, she still had her faerie dress on.

" Liv, sweetheart I'm home!" A woman yelled, and both Olivia's turned toward the door; one in terror, the other in adoration.

" Mummy!" The younger squealed, jumping up and reaching for her mother with sparks dancing in her fingertips.

Olivia's mothers eyes widened and after picking up the small girl, purple sparks swirled around them both and the child's head fell limp in slumber.

" What did you do to her.. well... me?" Olivia demanded completely forgetting she was 1: back in time, and 2: standing in front of her dead mother.

" Erased her memory. She's too young to understand her gifts, and the consequences of her kind." Her mother said, not reacting in the least that her future daughter was in front of her.

The child was on fire seconds ago, time travel isn't the only weird thing going on here.

" Her kind?" Olivia asked.

I'm a different kind of faerie? Am I a faerie at all? Was I descended from an alien race? Shit am I descended from E.T?!

" Darling daughter, you are no normal faerie. You are the last of your kind, the fire faeries, and many will hunt you down in attempt to kill you. Be safe my child, and let your heart wander. It is then you will realize your true power." The woman's eyes filled with tears and she set the child down, throwing her arms around Olivia.

" Tell Tyler I love him always. I'm sorry I had to die, darling. I love you." The woman sniffled, clenching her tighter just as Olivia was pulled into consciousness.

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" This is normal?!" Tyler yelled at Luke, whom had Olivia's now braided haired head in his lap.

" Normal for her anyway." Luke replied, stroking her hair lovingly. He had braided her hair, a skill Ashley had taught him only recently. " One time I saved her before she passed out with ice-cold water."

Roberto shook his head vigorously, and Luke looked up in curiosity. He didn't speak Spanish, ( hell, he barely passes English class ) or sign language very well, but he knew when someone was telling him no.

" This different. She ex..ex.." The man struggled and Tyler finished for him.

" Exhausted?" Tyler stated.

" Si."

Olivia's eyes opened slowly, only to meet the familiar dark green ones she had fallen in love with.

She really did love him. Olivia knew that. She cared about him to much not to. The butterflies weren't there, she was comfortable around him. She knew she couldn't be without him.

" You bumbling stupid lovable idiot what the hell is wrong with you why would you do that?!" Olivia screamed out all at once, jumping up and throwing her arms around Luke's neck, hugging him tightly.

Luke was surprised by the contact. Olivia wasn't that touchy toward him. At all, really. He liked this, and hugged her back.

" Because.." Luke started, but was cut off by Tyler.

" Your his mate."

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