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They were arguing. Or rather, I think Faith was arguing. Since I heard her the most. I've no idea why I never noticed before how voices carried this far in the hotel. Perhaps it was the silence. Perhaps it was the knowledge that there would never be anyone else here but us. Since the others were still gone. But I could almost hear every word they
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And lets for a moment pretend that I really cared about his warning. I've nearly died for him several times over. I think by now, I've earned the right to make such comments. "Of course," I said, my voice dropping a few degrees. "Pardon me. I'd forgotten for a moment you were the *only* one who has a right to mourn. It shant happen again, rest assured."
Closing my books very loudly, and ignoring the dust which floated around after that, I got up. With a bang I pushed the chair back and walked over to the weapons cabinet. I didn't look at either of them. What would be the use. No matter what I'd do, Faith would side with Angel. And at the moment, I didn't care.
Grabbing an axe and a crossbow, I finally glared at both of them and then walked toward the door. "I'll tell you on the way there. I think we've waisted enough precious time convincing a certain someone to do the right thing." Slamming the door open, I strode out into the warm Californian air, wishing it was cool toward the car.
I've had enough. I'm not taking anyone's crap anymore. Not Angel's. Not Faith's. Not anyones. Errr...Considering there was only Faith and Angel, maybe I should tone down a bit. Then again, why bother. We'd been cooped up in that bloody hotel for far to long. This was bound to happen sooner or later.
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Glancing at Faith, I noticed how she backed up a bit, I guess wanting to stay out of this, but it wasn't going to be swept under the rug. Now, I was pissed and my aggressions wanted to take it out on him. Right here, right now.
Grabbing a sword from the weapons cabinet, I followed Wes out, staring at the back of his head. He stopped, taking a moment to I guess look around before he started toward the car again.
"Well, since you seem to be the leader and the only one who has a right to do anything, should you drive?" I asked and gave him a hard look as I stopped and stared at him. "You know, since you only have the right to mourn but, for the life of me, I don't recall you losing a son. I remember you kidnapping my son, but not losing your own," I snapped and grabbed the keys out of my pocket before unlocking the trunk and tossing the weapon I chose into the back and slamming it down.
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Rolling my eyes I fell into line behind Angel as he followed Wesley out to the car. The axe was gripped firmly in my hand and I tossed it in the backseat as Angel decided to open his mouth and fire back at Wes. Were these two ever gonna quit it? I was startin' to think not and I was startin' to rethink my dumbass decision to stay here with them. Not like I'd take it back, cause nothin' was really stoppin' me from headin' back to Rome. I just had to stay, because they clearly needed me. And no one ever needed me.
Steppin' up from behind Angel as he tossed his weapons in the trunk I quickly snatched the keys out of his hand. Served him right for bein' slow. Gotta keep up, ya know?
"Okay." I said in a strangely authoratative voice. Did I need to be handin' out time outs and detention slips here? "I'm drivin' and I guess that makes me the leader. Any questions?" I looked back and forth at the two of them as they glared at eachother and completely ignored me. Fabulous. "Good." I said a little too cheerily as I got into the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. "Now where we goin'?" I asked, turnin' in my seat to look at Wes as he climbed into the backseat. "Any idea?"
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Giving Angel a tired look as he started to rant at me, I sighed. It hurt. It hurt that he brought up the past like that again. I thought we'd worked that out. I thought we'd been even. He took my memories. He took away who I was, who I had fought to become. All those changes, all those experiences, all that anger, loneness, bitterness, had made me who I was. He had taken that away.
Just like I had taken his on. We both did what we did for the boy. And now he's throwing that back into my face again.
"I don't recall saying that, Angel," I said, giving him a glare. "But then, you never were good when it came to listening. Why do I even bother?"
Turing around on the balls of my feet, I got into the back seat and slammed the door. Why was I trying again? I nearly died for him, for his son and his quest for redemption. Not once, not even twice, but several times. And there is a point in ones live where you've just had enough. Where you just think to yourself, 'sod it'. And if this was what I had to look forward to? I think I'll pass.
Of course it was unfair to let Faith handle it. But she, oddly enough, seemed to be doing a far better job. I missed the friendship Angel and I once had. I missed the camaraderie we had. And if that little outburst just now showed me anything? There was nothing either of us could do to get it back.
Perhaps it was for the best if I left them alone. I don't think I can take much more of this depressing, yelling, blaming and betrayal.
"You don't even know how to drive," I muttered at Faith, sitting back in my seat. I wasn't in the front, she and Angel were. If she'd crash they got most of the blow. And considering who they were? I think I'm pretty safe here.
Sighing, I explained to Faith how to get to the damn place and then turned back to look out the window. Needed to concentrate on this job or there were going to be problems. Getting angry with Angel wasn't going to solve anything.
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Finally, Wes got into the car and I got into the front seat, just looking out the window. Wes told Faith how to get to where we were going and then we were off, a little too fast for my taste, but then again, there wasn't really anyone on the road so I wasn't going to say anything.
The ride was pretty much silent besides the air flowing into the car. I wanted to get to this place so I could take out everything on the demons and not on Wes cause in the end? Wes, Faith and I were in this together and I wouldn't jeapordize that, not anymore. I didn't want to betray them, I didn't want to go against them. They were all I had and I was all they had.
I wanted to stand for something again cause right now? I wasn't anything. I wasn't the champion, I wasn't the leader, I didn't feel like it anyway, I wasn't who I was and I wanted to be that person again. I wanted to be counted on and I wanted to be trusted, but I knew that would take awhile. I didn't want to go away.
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The ride was quiet, and I wasn't too bad a driver after all. Wicked easy actually, all's you had to do was press the pedal and turn the wheel. Just like video games, mostly. Maybe slaying went hand in hand with driving, but the look Wes was givin' me from the backseat made me wonder if I wasn't the worst driver that ever there was. It was a good thing that they were both at least bein' quiet or else I might be more inclined to smash the car head first into the nearest building.
Finally I pulled up inside of a ritzy lookin' club and flashed Wesley an incredulous look. "This can't be it." I said before turnin' my attention back to all the fancy rich L.A. hollywood types gettin' into this wicked classy lookin' joint. Damn. What happened to a good old fashioned dive bars? Didn't no one wanna party with cheap beer and smelly old men anyway? No? Nobody. Gee, I'm shocked. And the look Wes was givin' me? This was exactly the place we needed to be. Why would a bunch of demons be inside there? Snackin' on all the people inside? Naw. No runnin' or screamin'. Must be a different part of the building, not right in the club.
"Got a bad feelin' this one's gonna be messy." I said, still tryin' to keep things light between the seriously heavy vibes I was gettin' off the two of 'em. Seriously. Sexual tension anyway? These two just needed to get it on and get over it or something. Well, whatever. I ain't here to film the hot boy on boy action, I was here to smack down a few demons and that was exactly what I was fixin' to do.
Gettin' outta the car I grabbed the axe and glanced at it through narrow eyes before lookin' back up at the club again. "What do you think the dress code is here anyway? They allow axes?" I smiled sheepishly holdin' up the weapon for both of 'em to see. We were gonna have to go in there mostly empty handed. Well, Wes could probably bring his guns at least.
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I glanced up at the moon, trying to pinpoint just how much time we'd have. It was starting to get clouded. If we were lucky, it might rain. Then the ritual can't come to pass and we'd have a far easier time fighting the demons. Well, Faith and Angel can do the fighting. I'm not risking another rupture or the likes. I'll take care of getting the so called sacrifices out of there.
Making sure my guns were in the holsters, I took them out giving them a final check. Fully loaded, good. We can't take any chances; we only have a small window of opportunity if it doesn't rain. I glance up at the sky again but couldn't make out for certain if there would be rain. At Faith's words I blinked and looked at her with an amused look.
"Well," I said, raising my eyebrow and giving her body a once over. Her scantly clad body. "If you can find somewhere to hide it, you're welcome to try. As a matter a fact, I'd love to see you pull that off." Wouldn't that be interesting? Yes, indeed.
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Faith got out of the car and asked about the axe. I turned and looked at Wes, waiting for him to say something. Instead, I saw him looking Faith over. With a raised eyebrow. Shaking my head, I got out of the car and looked Faith over myself.
"Leave the heavy weapons, just take the small ones," I said and walked over to the back of the car, opening the trunk and noticing that we don't have any small weapons.
"Take whatever you want, we're getting in, getting it done and calling it a night," I said and gave Faith a nod and then watched as Wes got out of the car. Slamming the trunk shut after getting my axe, I walked over to Wes and wrapped my arm around his neck, not too friendly. He gave me a look and I raised the axe.
"Don't look at Faith like that again. I might have to put you in time out," I said and patted his back. For now? I was over it. I wanted to be over it, I needed to be over it or else?
Wes would be hurt alot right now.
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I followed behind the two of 'em and narrowed my eyes as I watched Angel lean in and tell Wes never to look at me that way again or else he was gettin' a time out. What the fuck? Look at me what way? The way everybody else includin' Angel himself looked at me? Hey, I'm pretty and I liked bein' that way, if Wes wanted to check out the goods what was the big problem? Didn't take too kindly to Angel tryin' to suddenly play Daddy to me. I was sorry that his kid got killed but I wasn't about to step in and take Connor's place. Wes could look at me anyway he wanted to until I decided I didn't like it. And in that case? I'd be the one handin' out time outs. Not him.
Rolling my eyes I shoved my way between the two of 'em, forcing Angel to release his grip on Wes. Are we done playin whose got the biggest balls of us all? Good. Cause we had a job to do.
Walkin' up to the bouncer he gave my axe a startled look before givin' me the once over. Wondered if Angel'd threaten him too. Not gonna give him the chance.
"Would you believe we're selling girl scout cookies?" I asked as innocently as possible watchin' as the bouncer gave us a weary look before reachin' for some kinda walky talky. With a sigh I quickly grabbed the oversized man by his shirt and smashed his head into the wall. He slumped to the ground and I glanced down at him. "Guess not."
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I'm not taking his anymore. Once this fight is over? I'm I’ll be leaving. He can go on and brood all by his miserable self. I'll not stand here and have him threaten me. Me. His best friend, who nearly died for him on several occasions. I guess that really did mean shit all to him. Well bugger that, he can take his righteousness and stuff it up his arse.
If there's room enough considering his head is here as well.
As Faith shoves between us, I take a step back and wait until she's busy with the chap at the door. "I'll not stand for that Angel. Faith is not your property, and I will not *ever* let you threaten me again. Once this job is over? You'll be glad to know I'm leaving. And if you ever touch me like that again? You'll regret it." For about a day or two. Which should be long enough for a few bullets ripping holes in his balls to heal.
Turning around on the balls of my feet, I walk over to Faith. "I see you've everything under control," I say, for some reason once again amused by her actions. At least someone is getting the bloody job done and doesn't go around playing bloody macho.
Stepping over the fellow on the floor, I follow her into the club and narrow my eyes. Good god, I'd forgotten there was a good reason for me *not* to go out. It's loud, crowded, and...did I mention loud? "They're probably somewhere in the backroom!" I yell over at Faith.
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As Wes yelled over the crowd to Faith that they're in the backroom, I just walked past him and kept on going. Walking past bodies and bodies of people that had no idea what was going to happen. Little did they know we were going to stop it and just as much as they didn't know, they were just going to think that tonight was a weird night for them. They'd never know that they were about to be sacrificed so some Goddess could be brought out.
Hey, they could sacrifice Wes though, I wouldn't have a problem with that. Okay, so I would, but right now? I was upset and the fact that he was leaving now? Upset me more. I'd have to have a talk with him, we had to get everything out on the table, or else we couldn't go on like this and he would have to leave.
Or, I would. Which is what I should probably do anyway, I was only causing anger within both of them, when in fact, I kinda had a right. But whatever, if they wanted to be like that and act like I shouldn't be upset, then that's on them, I'm tired of it.
Pushing my way to a back hallway, I listened for a minute before I heard chanting coming from the back room. Holding up my axe, I pushed through the door and stood there, looking everything over. Nothing. I know I heard something. Glancing around the room, I saw a few more doors and a bright light flashing.
That must be it.
"Faith!" I yelled as I started to walk. Not like we were hiding ourselves anyway, at least I wasn't.
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Wes and I followed Angel into a back hallway, him walkin' way faster than the two of us when suddenly he was callin' my name. Did he not know the meaning of low profile? Okay, so I wasn't exactly low profile gal myself but I could be when the sitch called for it, and this one definitely did. With a sigh I burst into a run following the sound of Angel's yelling as I finally saw a flash of light from underneath a door.
Angel jerked the door open and I stopped in my tracks when I saw a bunch of techie geeks lightin' up a bong in the middle of a darkened room. What the....?
"Hey, you can't just barge in back here!" One of 'em yelled gettin' up from his place in the floor and headin' to the security button. Quickly I walked over and grabbed him by the arm throwin' him down to the floor. "Stay down." I commanded before lettin' my eyes sweep around the control panel. This must be where they operated all those fancy lights and shit out in the main part of the club. Got a bunch of tech nerds runnin' the op. Kinda funny. Still? That left us nowhere on the whole findin' abunch of demons to kill front.
"I doubt these guys are tryin' to release any goddess." I said, turnin' to Wes before lettin' my eyes sweep around the room for any doors or secret entrances. But these guys? They looked wicked harmless.
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I especially lost count at the many times he got us in trouble. I've no doubt this time will be any differently.
Faith shrugs and rushes after Angel. Sighing, I run after them as well, apologizing and making up the usual excuses, as people look at us funny. When I finally catch up with them I skid to a halt and stare into the room they've barged in. Well, that didn't look like the people we were looking after. Odd. Though, considering I can feel magic floating around, that kind of magic? It has to be here somewhere.
Leaving the menacing of the computer nerds to Faith and Angel, I leaned back out of the room and scanned the hall we were in. It seems as though there wasn't another room around. But as we all know, looks can be deceiving. Following my instinct and the feel of magic, I narrowed my eyes and put my hand on the wall.
Cold, cold, cold, warmer, getting warmer...hot. I stared at a spot at nearly the end of the hallway. The magic was practically oozing out. It was probably a trap door with some secret entrance. But really, I didn't have time for this, nor did I had an axe. Or was I strong enough to just punch a hole in the wall, door...whichever.
"Angel! Faith! When you two are done frightening those boys? Your help is required here."
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