<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Abigail "Abby" Holden<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Human/Slayer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Redemption<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tara<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"I'll have you know I'm not sending you away..."</em><br/><br/>For a long moment those were the only words in the entire world that mattered! She was sort of aware that Tara was still speaking, and filing what she was saying away so she'd actually be aware of it in time, but just then, nothing else mattered. She could stay! She wouldn't have to return to Homestead, wouldn't have to go to the Brothel, wouldn't be beaten when she tried to hurt some idiot male that thought they had free reign to used her body simply because they'd killed some monster!<br/><br/>With that one sentence, Tara had given her the very thing she'd been craving her entire life...her freedom!<br/><br/>It felt like a huge weight had rolled off her back. A weight she had been carrying since she'd first realized just what would happen to her on her 17th birthday and that only gotten heavier each time she had tried to escape on her own and failed. She suddenly felt lighter and just then Tara could have asked her for nearly anything and Abby would have been more than willing to kill herself trying to get it for her.<br/><br/>And then she sat, and gave Tara her hands and a fresh burden replaced the one that she had just been released from.<br/><br/>As she saw the images Tara fed her (at least she knew someone's name now even if she got it from memories and not because anyone bothered to introduce themselves!) she felt her body shifting, trembling slightly. So much of what she saw was like her own nightmares! She actually recognized the petite blonde Tara showed her from some of her own nightmares. She didn't always see her, she'd seen women of every ethnicity and time period in human history, but she<em>had</em>seen her before. In fact some of Tara's memories could have been pulled from Abby had thought were just dreams.<br/><br/>It was that, more than anything else, that kept Abby from just pulling away in disbelief. She<em>had</em>been having nightmares. She<em>had</em>suddenly felt urges/instincts she didn't understand, such as wanting to put a stake through Red on meeting her despite knowing nothing about the woman. She<em>was</em>suddenly stronger and having to be more cautious even when doing things she'd done so many times she should have been able to do them in her sleep, and she<em>did</em>suddenly react to things as if she knew how to fight despite the fact that women in Homestead weren't trained to defend themselves.<br/><br/>She was so lost in her own, roiling, thoughts that she didn't even realize Tara's memories had stopped and that she could see the other people around them again until Tara asked,<em>"... any questions?"</em><br/><br/>Abby couldn't help it, didn't think about it, she just suddenly started laughing! Deep laughs that shook her entire body and could, likely, be heard in every corner of the meeting hall. Laugh so long and hard that she couldn't stop until she was actually left gasping and wiping tears of amusement from her face.<br/><br/>When she could finally talk again she looked up at Tara with a grin while shaking her head gently, "Sorry, but you have to see the funny here right? I mean, you tell me I'm some sort of super-human, monster killer and then just ask if I have any questions? Granted I probably found it funnier than it was, for a lot of reasons, but it's still pretty funny. The only reason I'm not running screaming is because I've dreamed about that girl, and others like her, recently. You really think I'm this Slayer, person?" she asked and it was clear that while she was trying to take Tara seriously, it was hard to reconcile the idea of the Slayer, with<em>herself</em>.<br/><br/>While waiting for Tara to answer, a thought occurred to her and suddenly blurted out, "I don't even know how to fight!"