The Mysterious Girl (Lost Girl Fan Fiction)

Chapter Two

Eira tried to keep grip on her calm and peaceful dreams but her usual nightmares were quickly seeping in. It was always the same, every night, every time she fell asleep, the same nightmares began.

She started off in a small Wendy House, a child, tucked into the corner waiting for someone who never came. In her nightmare it was someone she apparently knew, a man was all her conscious mind could remember. A face she never saw and a name she never heard. All she knew was that in her nightmare this man was her father.

Then the whole image would shift effortlessly into another, this time she was a young teenager of perhaps thirteen, walking through a bright forest. Alone. This nightmare had the look of just an ordinary dream, with the brightness and what seemed such vivid colors but there was an edge to it that suggested otherwise. A unseen darkness covering it all. She carried on walking through the forest, along the worn down path of many footsteps, trying to keep on the path, never stepping on the long, wet grass that lined along either side of her.

After a while, her body began to ache from exhaustion; she had walked so far. Why and where she was walking to she did not know but she did know she had to get there as quickly as she could. Her dreams were always the same. She walked towards a tree which lined the path before leaning against it and slid her body down onto the stony ground, ready to get some rest. As she shut her eyes, letting the wave of sleep drift over her, she could just make out a figure standing in the distance at a curve in the path. A definite male figure; tall, dark hair and dark clothes, just standing there and not moving. She could not see his face but there was something familiar about him, like she knew him. She could not look over at him any further as her eyelids were too heavy to keep open and she drifted off to sleep; a dream within a dream and floated off to a world made up by her mind.

That was when Eira always woke, now back in the real world. This time however, she wasn't waking up in a place she felt overly safe, she was in strangers house, sleeping on their couch; a place she was drawn to, for reasons unknown to her for now.

She stretched, letting the clicking of her curled up body free from it's position before sitting up on the couch. She looked around as she yawned, no one seeming to be around. Where were they? Bo and Kenzi. They wouldn't just leave her here on her own surely?

Eira was too hungry to wonder anymore as she headed over to the kitchen and looked through the cupboards, trying to find something to eat. Nothing but a bag of slightly stale crackers, a can of squirty cream and what looked like a green plush toy in the fridge, turned out to be an incredibly moldy piece of cake which she immediately threw away into the bin. She left the squirty cream where it sat but took the crackers back to the couch before filling herself with it's soft, dry goodness.

The bag was finished in under three minutes and her stomach still complained that it wanted more. The was no more edible food left, at least in the kitchen. Maybe there was something in their bedrooms. Eira was about to get back up, leaving the empty cracker bag on the coffee table when the front door quickly opened and a gaggle of voices filled the room. She turned to face the small crowd of three women; two being Bo and Kenzi, the other was a slim blond she didn't know all leading the way for a tall, muscular man who was walking right behind them. Their words all intermingled together so Eira could not make out a word coming from any of their mouths, all she knew for certain was that whatever they were talking about, none of them seemed happy. They all stopped talking when they reached the couch and turned to face Eira, their faces almost moot of expression but not quite, a look of worry flickered across all four of their faces.

"Right. Well, we have to get her to Trick, he'll be able to help." The muscular man said with his arms crossed and his eyes flitting between the group and Eira. His tone of voice was sounding almost strict and definitely serious. He paused his gaze on the blond as he spoke again, the tone of his voice shifting to a level of underlying teasing as he flashed a subtle grin. "Doctor?"

The blond woman started to walk closer, who Eira could now clearly see was wearing normal 'civilian' clothes but was covered by a lab coat which unnerved Eira all the more. She seemed a safe enough person to be in the same room in but Eira still felt she couldn't trust anyone yet, probably the same feeling they had for her.

When the woman reached the other side of the couch as their bodies were behind Eira, she sat herself down on the opposite side of the couch and shifted herself to face Eira. She had a soft, friendly smile on her lips as she started to speak, her voice emitting her professionalism and love of her job with each word that passed her lips. "Hello Eira. I know that you've met Bo and Kenzi, so I'd like to introduce myself as well. I'm Lauren and he's Dyson and we're all here to help you." That same soft smile flittered across the Doctor's lips again.

Eira didn't want to show she was nervous of them so she took a deep breath and moved herself closer to Lauren to show she had opened up to trusting them, though she was starting to a little, she was still not too trusting of them. Eira coughed to clear her throat before she too started to speak. "What are you going to do to me?" She couldn't think of anything else but that question at that moment but a few more questions came flooding into her mind when her words had come out.

Lauren simply laughed, though again softly before shaking her head. "I'm...we're not going to do anything to you, we just want to help. Now, I'm sure you heard us earlier but we have a friend called Trick who is up with helping you." With helping me? Help me with what?

"You can't help me, none of you can help me." Eira angrily rose out of her seat and headed around the couch and over to the edge of the kitchen, her hands pressed to a wooden pillar rising from the floor to the ceiling, her eyes tightly closed. Eira was prone to getting blackouts; holes in her memory like they had been wiped. She was mentally ill, sick with emotion, emotions from the times of her blackouts. She had forgotten what she had said last night when she had arrived here first, all she knew was that she had been feeling very scared, frightened and needed a place to stay. She couldn't even remember how she got here, all she could remember emotionally was that she felt a desire to get somewhere so she guessed that place was here.

Time seemed to have stopped for a brief moment as Eira's mind swam in thought but a gentle hand lifted her out of it all. Lauren's. "We know you're Fae, Dyson can smell you, he just can't pinpoint what."

"You're hard to pin down." Dyson laughed softly at his attempt at making Eira feel a little bit more comfortable.

"Could you tell us what you are?"

Crap! They guessed that she was Fae but wait. Dyson can smell you. That meant they're all Fae, well Dyson at least. No, she couldn't say. She shouldn't but they said they could help her. Contradicting thoughts went backwards and forwards in her mind until she decided what to do. She was going to tell them. Eira took a deep breath before straightening herself up and turned to face them all. Her eyes scanned their faces, but all she saw was their anticipation with what she was going to say. Another deep breath before words began to spill from behind her lips.

"I'm a Bwyta." Eira finally admitted as all let out their inhaled breaths before confusion swept over their faces. They hadn't heard of one before.

"What's that?" Kenzi's words summed up what they were all thinking.