Caela and Orin decided to leave together and to check out the park for a few minutes before Orin walked Caela home. Caela knew that she would be okay when it came to the park and the things that "go bump at night," but Angel was a little weary about the idea that someone completely new was going to take Caela home and not even know his last name. Angel spent ten minutes interrogating the poor lad. Caela could only shake her head and roll her eyes every other minute. There was no stopping him from getting the information that he sought. Orin thought that it would be all too normal to have this done. He expected it, but Caela had never really had a guy walk her home without the escort of Pike, and that just wasn't fun at all so that event only happened once until Caela gave it up as a "entertaining" event like dates were supposed to be. Orin took her hand in his as they exited The Bronze, it wasn't out of place and yet it was shocking to the Irish native.

//I've been looking at people
and how they change with the times
And lately all I've been seein' are people
and the way they are loosing their minds,
Or maybe its me thats gone crazy
'Cause I can't understand why
All of these people keep hurting each other
Good love is so hard to come by\\

"Boy, your brother's kinda over protective, huh?" Orin said with an uneasy smile, trying to break the ice with Caela as the they turned down the street to walk towards the park. Their hands were interlocked with one another's with their fingers interlacing. Caela was a bit hyper and yet was too shy to give off notice to Orin. Her cheeks seemed to have been red for hours straight that night. Ever since Angel taught her how to slow dance and even more when Orin showed up, and she could feel a new rush of crimson to her cheeks each time he looked at her with his intense eyes.

The design pattern in his eyes were so fascinating and entrancing to Caela that when he looked at her, she couldn't help but look directly in his eyes. She could see his soul, what he didn't tell her was already told. But not stories, just emotions, that was the hard part about Caela's "gift." Sometimes she saw only that bad parts of people's lives, others a mix of each and every emotion that existed and some only showed the good and lacked the good. Caela was never too sure how to take those kinds of readings, of pure joyful emotions from one person. That meant that there was either magick that was hiding the bad parts or that the Powers That Be wanted her to go through the "depths of hell" to discover what the person's secrets were. Which meant that she had to put effort into seeing people's pain.

//So whats the glory in leavin'
Doesn't anybody ever stay together anymore
And if your never heard last forever,
tell me whats forever for

I see love hungry people
Trying their best to survive
While in their hands is a dying romance
Without even trying to keep it alive\\

Orin was filled with a passion in his feelings that amazed her. She sensed a hard child hood and yet a man that was creating a new life for himself for the better of things. He had his bad stories to be told to her, that was a given, but she did know that he was good spirited. Caela took all that she could muster to not smile and gape at him each time he looked at her for only a mere second.

//So whats the glory in leaving
Doesn't anybody stay together anymore
And if your never heard last forever
Tell me whats forever for

And if you never heard love lasts forever
Tell me whats forever for\\

"Huh?" She tried to snap herself out of her thoughts as his question finally entered her mind. "Oh, Angel?" She began to shake her head. "No. Not really anyway. I just moved here from Ireland and he and Buffy are me....Gaurdians....yeah." She smiled at the idea.

"Oh, thats cool. Ireland, huh? I'm Irish, I just wasn't born there." He tried desperately to seem calm. Poor boy wasn't succeeding all too well.

//Suitcase packed with all his things
car pulls up the door bell rings
he don't want to go
He'd thought he found his home
But with circumstances he can't change
waves good-bye as they pull away
from the life's' he's known for that last
seven months or so\\

Something hit her. His hard childhood wasn't the normal, as she suspected in America, verbal abuse. It was something much more different. Much more painful and angst filled. Her body tingled with the senses and overwhelming feeling of this particular memory that was running from him through to her.

//She said 'we found a man
who looks like who
Who cried and said he never knew
about the boy in the pictures that we showed him
A rambler in his younger days
He'd made a few mistakes
But he swore he would have been there
had he'd known it
Son we think we've found your dad in Oklahoma'

She could see it in his eyes,
And whispers, 'Don't be scared my child
we'll let you know all we know about the man
who looks like you who cried and said he never
knew about the boy in the pictures
that we showed him
A rambler in his younger days
he knew he'd made a few mistakes
but he swore he would have been there
had he known it he always said that this was
something that you wanted
Son its time to meet your dad in Oklahoma.'\\

Caela had seen many things that were incomparably painful to watch let alone feel. Not only was she seeing this from his memory bank to her own but she was feeling all that he felt during the time. She didn't understand why though, she had had that happen before, but willingly, she just couldn't grasp the control to block that part out. Tears streamed down her face as she held his hand tighter now. Her body was in, what appeared to be, in shock. Her eyes were tightly shut but her body was immensely tense and her nails were digging into Orin's skin. Her being a slayer-to-be didn't make him much more comfortable either. He squirmed a bit under her grip, he could hear his bones popping and cracking at the joints, just a little bit more pressure and he could have a shattered hand.

//One last time he held his breath
'Til they reached the fifth house on the left
and all watched as the tears came rolling in
And as they pulled into the drive
A man was standing there outside
to wipe the worry from his eyes

He smiled and took his hand
and he said, 'I'm the man that looks like you
who cried and said I never knew
about the boy in the pictures they showed me
A rambler in my younger days
I knew I made a few mistakes
and I swear I would have been there had I known it
Never again will you be alone
Son, welcome to your home in Oklahoma\\

Caela's eyes flew open. It wasn't merely the shocking story that was just revealed to her about his past when he was a young boy, but the pain at having absolutely NO control over her body. Something else was running her body for minutes straight and she couldn't make it stop. She had always been in what she thought to be complete control of her "power." This was entirely new and sickening. She stared at him, easing her grip a little, and gasped. She took both her hands and clutched them to her chest. Her knees gave way on her and Orin grabbed her and picked her up, scooping her like a baby and carried her to her house.

Orin went through her purse frantically and finally found the keys to the front door and let them in. He set Caela on the couch and rapidly ripped through the kitchen for a pain reliever of some type and a wet cold cloth. She had fallen asleep while he was away from her side and looked, to him, like a goddess that never existed, that it was so rare. Her skin was softer to the touch then it was to what it was to the sight. She smelt of Buffy's perfume, vanilla, although he didn't know that. Her lips had lost their falsely painted color and was not just a flush natural red. He pressed the cloth to her forehead with one head while the other cradled her right cheek and kept her head still. He sat there, waiting for her to wake up, admiring the Goddess that he was blessed with. The Goddess that was named Caela. The Goddess that he should have to thank for being blessed with the presence of.

Part Nine

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