"Holly Lucinda Eldridge." Holly read out loud as she looked at her birth certificate. She looked up at her father. "Where do the Holly and Lucinda come from Dad?"
"Well, I chose Holly." He said. "But when your mother left, she had one request."
"What was that?" Holly asked curiously.
"She asked that I give you the same middle name as your sister."
"My sister?" Holly asked, confused. "I've got a sister?"
Her father nodded. "You've got a brother too. Somewhere."
"Why haven't I heard about this before?"
"I didn't know whether I should tell you. Jane said her husband was violent. Donald, your brother, was getting to be a bit that way too. It wasn't safe Holly. I didn't want you to have to deal with the same sorts of things Tara does. I knew that if I told you about them, you'd want to know more."
"You've got that right Dad." Holly said. "I do want to know more." She looked at him, here eyes demanding. "You don't think I had a right to know that I have other siblings?"
"Of course you had a right to know Holly." Her father said, his voice growing quiet.
"So why didn't you tell me?"
"I was trying to protect you Holly. Their father. Donald. It wasn't safe."
"You could have at least told me they existed."
"Then you would have wanted to know more."
"I always listened to you Dad. If you said I couldn't meet them yet, when I was older I could, I would have listened."
"I'm sorry Holly." He apologised. "Here." He pulled a photo out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Your mother sent this to me shortly before she passed away. This is your sister. Tara Maclay."
Holly took the picture from her father and studied it. Then, she took the framed picture of their mother and compared the two. All three of them, she realised, had the same shimmering blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, though hers was much curlier at the ends then her mother's or Tara's.
"Tara Maclay." Holly said thoughtfully as she typed the name into the computer's search engine. She clicked on the first result that came up.
'U.C. Sunnydale Wicca Group' The page was headed. Holly scrolled through the photos of it's members until she came across the name 'Tara Maclay'. Clicking on the photo brought up a short profile and a number of photos of Tara with a kind looking red head. Curious, Holly clicked back to the previous page and searched for the girl. 'Willow Rosenberg', it said under her picture. Holly jumped at the sound of her father's booming voice behind her. This couldn't be good. When his voice boomed, it meant he was anything but happy.
"Holly. Lucinda. Eldridge." He said, his voice growing quiet. That was even worse. "What do you think you are doing?"
"I was looking for my sister." Holly said innocently, turning around to face him. "I do have aright to know about her, right?"
"Well, I guess. Just so long as you don't go after Donald. From what I've heard, he's just as dangerous as his father. But, Tara is fine." Her father relented, finally relaxing.