Private Finished Uninvited pest

Eliana had a long day registering at Starlight Academy's medical college. She had an ambitious dream to be proficient in all three medical fields: physical, soulish, and spiritual. She started down the path of soulish medicine. But when she told her counselor her dream, they recommended she might want to start with physical medicine since all three have a lot in common, and it was easier to learn the physical side. They figured, if she plays her cards right, it should only take a couple of centuries rather than a millennium.

Well, she was now committed. She had a room in the dorm and a class schedule. Now for some relaxation. She had heard of The Gray Raven and was heading there, but she made a detour to check out the Wolf's Den Gym and see if this Tasha was her Tasha.

Even before she entered the gym, she knew it was her Tasha. That musk was very distinct. Entering the gym, it reeked of Tasha, both the scent and the style. Looking around, she could not see Tasha, but she was not sure she would have recognized her if she did. She was fairly certain Tasha would not recognize her, just coming from a Helstorm concert. She still had the different color streaks in her silver-gray shoulder-length hair and red contact lenses. She did change into her black halter-top and shorts.

@Stefan

When Eliana saw a woman with some wolflike features heading towards her through the crowd, she suspected it was her. Although the wolflike features threw her off, that hair stile should have been the clincher.

As Tasha approached, a small smile curled her lips. She did a quick eye-roll when she growled.

With an underlying touch of sarcasm, she replied, "and a good evening to you. Is that a way to greet a long lost sparing pardner, especially one back from the dead?"

She sighed and shook her head, "If you must know, I am here to take courses in medicine to become a doctor. On my way to The Gray Raven, I decided to check out the Sasha I have heard about. I am beginning to regret that last choice."

Cocking her head to one side, she asked, "What of you? From what I see," gesturing around the place, "you have done pretty well for yourself."

Eliana stood there, surprised and confused. She had expected Tasha to be annoyed with her like many times before, but this was blind rage. She could feel her own rage building. Who did Tasha think she was? She was not her Alpha; Delilah was. She stopped the rage from getting any stronger, knowing that no good would come from it. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and counted to twelve.

Before she reached twelve, Tasha stopped raging. When she opened her eyes, she realized why Tasha stopped; everybody was staring at her. Eliana quickly quelched a smirk since that would only make matters worst.

When Tasha asked if she wanted to continue this, she stood there in uncertainty and simmering emotions, both very unpleasant feelings.

She was about to turn and leave, having enough of this, when a strong familiar hand rested on her shoulder, and a deep baritone voice spoke, "you need to resolve this, or neither of you will be free."

She looked over her shoulder, knowing he would not be there. Entering the office, she closed the door behind her and sat down. She knew this would be the hardest thing she has done, especially keeping her sarcasm in check.

In a calm voice, she commented, "you were asking where was I."

There was more going on here that either knew or suspected. Before she said anything else, she wanted the facts.

Eliana listened, just sitting there with a blank expression, not revealing her emotions or thoughts. The first of which was 'was this it?' Then, when she thought further on it, she could understand the feeling of being abandoned. When Tasha asked where she was, that deep secret she has been hiding for centuries came to the surface. Grief, regret, guilt, and hate, boiled out from it. She closed her eyes as a tear trickled down. Barely able to speak, she choked out, "burying my best friend..."

For several minutes she sat there trembling, trying to hold back the tears and emotions.

"We were sent to investigate the rumors coming from the north. On the way back, Jewell and I were ambushed. She tool a dart that was meant for me." With her eyes still closed, she growled, "she was avenged!" She opened her eyes and removed the contacts, "When I returned, you were already gone. It was then your uncle told me it was you that recommended I go." She looked down, "oh, how I hated you! That was until I realized you could not have known how it would end."

Standing up, she looked Tasha in the eyes, "That is why I was not there. Now I have a question for you. Did you have me sent on that mission?"

It was the not knowing that plagued her the most.

Eliana waited and listened. When Tasha said she was not the one, she exhaled the breath she was unaware she was holding. Finding another chair, she dropped into it, exhausted.

"I knew," she touched her head, "you could not have been involved, but I had some doubts," she touched her heart.

"I was pretty messed up, and he made it worst. But, I clung to the one truth I could trust: You would never lie. I needed to hear it from you."

She paused with a distasteful look on her face, "I do have some bad news; Uncle Olcan is or was the last time I saw him, the Alpha of the pack."

Tasha's sympathy causes her to smile, albeit with some sorrow, "I sorry for yours. I should have saught you out. But, by the time I left the pack, you were long gone."

But, when Tasha spoke about the awkwardness of her position, Eliana gave her an awkward look, "No, I don't and most likely never will since I am not you. Everything else I know of that day is the lies I heard then and what you just told me now. Even now, I am not completely certain about what happened."

Thoughtfully, "To have a time machine and go back to erase those events. But - then again..."

Looking up to Tasha, she decided to let that idea drop.