"Eww. Don't drip," she told Cat as flecks of blood landed on the kitchen tile.
Although, at times, she wondered what life would have been like if she and Brandon hadn't had their realities smashed and replaced by a world she never imagined possible.
She padded down the hallway to her room and closed the door. Ashley tossed the weapons in her cargo pants onto the bed and turned to face the mirror on the back of her door.
Someone was behind her.
She whipped around, heart in her throat, only to find no one present. She lowered her guard. Her senses said no one was there, and she turned around again.
The form was back, a small slender man with green eyes standing behind her.
She turned again, only to find him gone.
"I'm going crazy," she muttered.
"No, you're not," came the soft response.
Ashley turned to the mirror and saw him again. He was smiling, and the air around him seemed to blur and shift. She reached for her weapon, refusing to take her eyes off him.
"I'm a friend," the green-eyed stranger said. "I'm the Original Watcher."
"I have no idea what that means," she snapped. "What're you doing in my room?"
"I came to deliver a message."
She frowned, glaring at him.
"When the time is right, you will remember me and what I'm about to tell you."
"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked.
Who the hell am I talking to? Ashley blinked and gazed at herself in the mirror. She stood in the middle of her room, babbling to herself aloud. Her knife was in her hand, and her frame tense, as if she'd been ready to fight someone.
But there was no one present.
"Weird," she said and searched her room quickly to ensure her instincts weren't trying to warn her of something she couldn't directly see. She set down her knife and shivered. Something wasn't quite right. She felt as if she were missing something.
"Hey, you cooking tonight?" Brandon called from the hallway.
Ashley shook off her unease and racked it up to the night of fighting vamps. "Yeah. Coming!" With one last look around, she left her bedroom for the kitchen.