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The rain was coming down in sheets as Regan sat next to her window and watched the neighbor run from their house to the mailbox. With a soft sigh, she slipped off the ledge and went to her bed where a small video sat. She picked it up and placed it on its tripod and sat in front of it.
“This is day one of my new video diary. I guess I should start with who I am. My name’s Regan Wyndam-Pryce. I was born in Los Angeles, California three years ago. I know I don’t look three and that’s because I lead a strange life. I was born on the same day as Connor, whose parents are vampires. He’s super strong...at least he was. I don’t know if he’s still alive anymore.
When Connor and I were babies, we were taken from our parents. Holtz took Connor and Lilah Morgan took me. The both of us - Connor and I that is - ended up in other dimensions. The one I ended up in was a lot more peaceful then where Connor ended up. They taught me how to be a soul guardian, plus I can move things with my mind. It’s annoying at times.
I came back and helped with the Beast and Jasmine and Angelus. I aged eight years in about six months in this dimension. It’s confusing. I think my dad can explain it better. After everything happened with Jasmine, we went to Wolfram and Hart. It was okay. My mom really liked the lab and there was all kinds of books for my dad. And Spike, who’s a vampire like Angel, came and he’s really cool. Even if my dad says otherwise.
Everything was fine until my mom got infected by a demon named Illyria. She got sick and...everything inside of her...her soul and...she died. Illyria took over her body and...it...Illyria... Lets just say it was bad. They said her soul is gone. That means she didn’t go anywhere after she died. I don’t know if that means she’s nothing or...I just don’t know.
One morning I woke up and Illyria was in my bedroom, looking like my mom. Dad was really upset and decided we were leaving. We first went to Texas to spend time with my grandparents and then we ended up in New Haven, Connecticut.
It’s nice here. You can actually breathe the air. Dad tutors me at home. You know, the basics like reading and math, plus he’s teaching me how to control my powers. I tend to break a lot of things but I’m getting better! I haven’t broken anything since last week. And when my dad isn’t tutoring me, he fights demons. I want to go with him but he keeps saying no.
Maybe he’ll let me go with him tonight. I did clean my room like he asked.”
Regan stood from her bed and went over to the camera. After it was off the tripod, she walked out of her bedroom and out into the hallway. Using the screen on the camera as her guide, she walked through the house and to the living room. Her dad was sitting at the table, a few books in front of him.
“Hey,” she said, sitting in one of the chairs. She reached across the table and pulled one of the books toward her, her eyes widening at the picture of the demon. “See, I could kill this! It dies from being stabbed in the stomach. I’m short enough to do that.”
Regan gave her dad a brilliant grin. “So, when we leaving to kill this...Io’ic demon? I could use the half-sword Spike sent me last week. Should I go get my shoes on?” she asked, still grinning at him.