When: Four a.m.
Where: Lilah's Apartment
What: Lilah gets a visit from The First in what is, to her, an all to familiar face.
Status: One shot, Complete
Lilah had only gotten home from the office a few hours before. It had been another late night at Wolfram & Hart, but the non-late nights were so few and far between that staying until after midnight didn't even phase her anymore. She had decided against visiting Wesley tonight, since all she wanted to do was sleep and, well, they did things in bed that no one would classify as any sort of sleep. Tomorrow was her day off, so maybe she'd visit him then. Besides, you always had to keep a man wanting. It never does anyone good to show up too much.
She had merely come in from work, showered, and went to bed that night. She dreamed of things that had happened in the past, a past that she never talked about with anyone, even if she had anything resembling a real friend, and a past that she'd like to leave dead and buried in the dirt of her hometown, thank you very much. Tonight they didn't seem to want to stay buried, though.
When she awoke from a dream, a dream about her dead sister, that sister was sitting on the edge of her bed. "Damn, not awake yet, am I?" she muttered, staring at what she was sure was some waking nightmare that she hadn't woken up from yet.
"Not a dream this time, sis," the image of her sister, who had died in her senior year of high school after someone had raped her and left her dead in a ditch. When he had gotten off on a technicality, she had changed her major from art history to pre-law in an effort to try and prevent that in the future. Then, one too many people turning down her help, going back to abusive husbands as soon as their all too short sentences were up, and just one too many cases lost had changed her attitude, which was why she had eventually signed on with Wolfram & Hart. She had become so cynical that she no longer cared who she was working for, as long as they paid good and allowed her to live in something better than a piece of crap two bedroom apartment that she had been living in before. "It's really me here to see you."
"It's not that I don't believe in ghosts," Lilah muttered, finally getting up from the bed. She figured she was still asleep, but, if she wasn't going to wake up from it easily, then she was going to need a drink in order to get through talking with her dead sister. "It's just that I don't believe you're here. You're a dream. People in dreams even say a lot that it's not a dream." She walked into the living room, where Lisa, her sister, had already rematerialized, and walked over to her bar to make herself a glass of scotch.
"Doesn't matter if you believe it or not," Lisa said to her. "I'm actually here. Here to talk to you. Figured you might have missed me."
Lilah shook her head. When she finished fixing the glass, she downed half of it. "Not the point," she said, focusing more on the burn of the alcohol so that she wouldn't have to think of her dead sister talking to her. "Whether or not I miss you doesn't matter because you aren't here."
"You didn't used to be so cynical," Lisa said. "Remember the castle we made as kids out of old cardboard boxes and, when I cut myself on the edge of one of them, you wrapped it up for me and made me feel better?"
Lilah did remember. She had held her sister for almost half an hour to get her to stop crying. "I do," she said softly. She sat down on the sofa, still holding the half-empty glass of alcohol in her hand.
"Is that girl still in there under all those pretty clothes and excuses?" Lisa asked, sitting down next to her. Lilah noticed that the cushion under Lisa didn't move under her weight. Did ghosts have weight? Lilah actually didn't have a clue about that.
Lilah simply shrugged. She wasn't sure who she was anymore. She had been acting as something else for so long. It's easy to lose yourself when you work for Wolfram & Hart. You get tough or you get out, and you only get out by dying (apparently unless you are Lindsey McDonald, whom they STILL haven't found). "Does it even matter?" she asked the apparition of her dead sister.
"With an attitude like that, does anything?" Lisa asked. Lilah just shrugged again.