Memories of Aya and Eve
been a long time, Melissa." Aya Brea kneeled down quietly, the wind whipping
her rain-spattered trench coat around her body as she set the half a dozen
roses down on the base of the tombstone. "Almost seven years, really." The
young blonde woman sighed quietly, resting there for a few moments, her hands
absently tracing the patterns of letters on the gravestone.
Daughter and Friend
She gave the world
tried to explain, you know. To your mother, when she come looking for you after
the accident…" Her pale hand dropped back down to her lap as she turned her
eyes to the sky. "But…it seemed better to just tell her that you were killed in
the opera house fire. Perhaps you were…"
cast an irritable frown at the clouds when they began raining on her again, and
tugged up her hood quickly, her green eyes vanishing into the dark recesses.
"We stopped her…Eve, I mean…and her child. You're child?" A quiet laugh echoed
into the night. "I don't think you'd want that particular honor. Little
demon thing nearly killed me."
lapsed into silence again, lost in the memories of the New York Harbor,
destroying that aircraft carrier and then floating in the ice-cold water for
what seemed like hours before someone had managed to find her.
A hand on her shoulder…and her face turned, inside that hood, to look up at
another young woman…old child…and a perfect image of herself when she had been
sixteen. "You okay?"
babe. Just…some bad memories." Aya reached up to take the girls hand softly,
squeezing it reassuringly as she offered a half-smile.
told Kyle we'd meet him at eight, remember? We should probably be going soon."
nodded and turned back to the gravestone, her fingers intertwining with her
daughter's gently. "Melissa…this is my daughter, Eve." She couldn't help but
smile as the young girl turned to read the epitaph. "It seemed a fitting name…I
didn't give it to her, but…still, it seemed right. She's like us. All
gave her mom's hand a squeeze in return, her own green eyes searching the stone
for a moment…and then turned to the kneeling woman. "You mean, this is…?"
older woman nodded. "Melissa Pierce…the young woman who became Eve all those
years ago…you're namesake, in a way." She reached out to steady herself on the
top of the headstone and rose to her feet. "You can go start the car…I'll be
along in a minute."
nodded, looking at the grave again, and then turned and caught her adopted
mother up in a hug. "O-okay." Before she turned and moved off quietly towards
the parking lot.
a great kid." Aya said quietly, once she'd turned back to Melissa's grave. "She
had a hard time, for a few years, but now…I'm going to her gymnastic meet tomorrow."
She smiles faintly, resting her hand on the top of the headstone again. "I'm
sorry, Melissa. If I could have saved you…" Those green eyes closed, warding
away tears, and she looked away. "I'm sorry. Sleep well." And she turned,
moving away over the wet grass.
wind whipped around her again, a moment later, catching up her coat and making
it stick to her legs, almost tripping her. Grabbing a tree branch to steady
herself for a moment, her hood was yanked down by another gust.
drifted to her ears…so familiar, yet different…and Aya looked around quietly,
searching…and smiled. An image flashed across her eyes, of a young brunette
standing on a stage, singing quietly in a beautiful red dress, her arms spread
wide, calling to the people, beckoning them forward.
Aya got back to the car, she was crying.