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[_wes_pryce_]

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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[__angel]

When we got inside, we figured out that it was just a bunch of kids, sitting around and smoking ... pot. Well, that doesn't help us get anywhere. How come I didn't smell it? I would have a mile away. Well, probably not a mile away, but I would have smelled it. Glancing around, I looked around the room and noticed how isolated they really were. Everything in this building it seemed was made with extra care so there wouldn't be any breakdowns. Perfect walls, different airvents and why am I thinking about this? I don't care

[prodigal_slayer]

Suddenly I was blinded by this wicked light and there was a slimy disgusting thing on my forehead. Swinging out blindly I tried to pull the tentacle off of me, then I tried to just punch and kick it away, but it held on for dear life. On Angel's command I suddenly smelled something burning as a sharp burst of air sailed past my head and into the tentacle. A gunshot I turned and gave Wes a grateful look as the demon finally let go of my forehead and hissed, recoiling at the gunshot wound. Oh, did she think that was a tough one to survive? Wait til she met my axe. Two axes that is now. The crack in the wall split so that we could actually see the Taxidermy demon goddess bitch in all her glory. We were too late and she'd already been unleashed. Great. Well, that meant a little ass kicking for us, now didn't it

[watcher_pryce]

I stood back while Faith and Angel did their punching job. Because let’s be honest, I’m not the one with violence issues. Nor am I the one who solves all problems with his fists. Levelling my shotgun, I kept aiming for the demon as she tried to free herself into the world. I kept well out of the way form Angel’s fists Wouldn’t want to get accidentally punched out now would I

[__angel]

Next thing I knew, I was fighting the demon, getting thrown off and now ... I was getting slapped by Wes and ... wait. Was I breathing? Wes looked worried and there might be a reason for that. Lifting my arm, I placed it over my chest and ... boobs? Okay, what was going on? Turning my head, dark hair fell in my face as I looked to the other side of the room ... at myself?

"What's going on?" I asked Wes and jumped up, leaning against the wall. Faith's voice. I was breathing, I was alive, but ... I was Faith. Looking down at myself, all I saw was cleavage and now I really knew I was Faith and ... wow, nice rack. No, wait, this is bad. This is really bad

[prodigal_slayer]

I watched through wide eyes as Wesley slapped Faith...er me er.....what? Suddenly she was up and pullin' me up to my feet. Wow. I was tall, wicked tall. Reaching a hand up I ran a hand through spikey gelled hair and involuntarily tried to suck a breath in. I didn't need to breathe. I didn't need to do much of anything and I realized that after a second I was staring at the pounding pulse point in Faith's neck. My neck. Mezmorized for a second I licked my lips before I shook my head and glanced down at dark clothes and wicked shiny shoes. I wasn't me, I was Angel. Who was me? Was that Angel

[watcher_pryce]

They're acting decidedly...err...weird. I never use that word, but I think it's highly appropriate. Even Angel, for Angel's acting is...weird. And Faith has always been kind of strange, but now she's really strange. I guess this fight shook them up more then they had anticipated. Strangely enough, I couldn't say the same. More then the usual bruises and things, I felt fine

[__angel]

Clearing my throat, I just smiled a little at Wes as he turned around and left out of the room before looking back at Angel. Er, me. "What the hell is going on!? Why am I a female, why am I breathing and ... boobs! I have boobs!" I yelled in a whisper as I grabbed my chest, er, her chest. But right now? It is my chest

[prodigal_slayer]

I wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when Wes finally just left the room but then Angel was marchin' off like the stubborn shit he was to go and tattle on us. Grabbing him by my arm I pressed him up against the wall, not once but twice, tryin' to get him to stop. And would he stop gropin me! Damn, never thought I'd say that and well....I did have a really nice rack. Shit. I'm pretty. Wait. So not the point. Digging my fingers into his arms I kept him pinned against the wall until I was sure Wesley was gone

[watcher_pryce]

Drumming my fingers on the wheel, I wondered what took them so goddamn long. Maybe I should just haul my arse into a cab and get the hell over to the hotel. I could be gone before they'd even notice. Much less hassle that way as well. I really didn't feel like creating a scene.

Oh wait. There wouldn't be any scenes. Since Angel doesn't actually care.

Sighing, I leaned back in my seat and glanced at the door again. Still nothing. I'll give them one more second and I'm-- damn, I should've just said sod it and leave. Because they came out, walking rather awkward. As though they felt uncomfortable in their body. Or as though they... Right. Not my business. I'm leaving. I hope Faith remembers that happiness clause.

Considering we both hunted down Angelus, I've little doubt she does.

I looked at Angel with wide eyes when he smiled at me. At least it was one of those feeble smile attempts. Blinking, I started the car and glanced at Faith confused. Yes, definitely something going on with these two. I think it's high time I left

[__angel]

I was really hungry and I was wondering for a second if Faith ever ate. I didn't want to hide it from Wes, but really? I had a feeling that everything would work out, at least I hoped so and if it didn't, then well, I'd be human. Was this how it was supposed to be? All those times that I wished I was human, I finally got it and this time it probably wouldn't be taken away from me. But why Faith's body ... I didn't understand. It had something to do with the demon, I knew that, that was obvious and I wanted to tell Wes, but Faith had a good idea. Making things right with him. Then again, I could just use Faith's body and sleep with him, that would ... not going there. Not that it's something that I've never thought about, what can I say? I'm a vampire, sex is sex, didn't matter, at least back then it didn't and Wes is ... attractive and why was I thinking about this? No clue, but I was going to stop

[prodigal_slayer]

I glared at Angel as he pulled my tank top forward and kept starin' at my rack. Did he have to do that right now?! We were tryin' to be inconspicious and it wasn't like I was gropin' his crotch or anything. Except I had to keep shifting because it was kinda uncomfortable havin' a dick. It kept stickin' to my leg and then it was just kinda hangin' there in the way. So glad to be a girl, and if it wasn't for the fact that Angel was an idiot and I was gonna have to fix his mess? I'd be beggin' Wes to turn us back right now. Couldn't do that though, because Wes was hell bent on leavin'. Great

[watcher_pryce]

I was up the stairs and into my room before either one of them even entered the lobby. Packing my things was easy. Most of it was still at my flat. I'd gotten to used to staying here while healing. Actually thinking Angel still cared. I was a fool to believe that. But as usual when it came to Angel, I've made myself illusions

[prodigal_slayer]

My eyes widened as I realized he was heading for the door again. Why was he heading for the door? Was he even going to say bye to me? Me as in my body and dammit Wes! I was so pissed at Angel cause he had to go and fuck everything up this bad and it wasn't like I knew how to fix it. I was just sure that I could do a better job than Angel had been doing. Which really? Shouldn't be that hard to do.

"Wes, wait." I asked him in a small voice hoping that he would see that I was sorry enough to stay for at least a minute. "I'm sorry, I'm an idiot. It's just with Connor and then everything that happened...." I let my words trail off because I realized I only had the cliffnotes version of what actually went down between Angel and Wes. Hoped Wes wouldn't notice that I was kinda makin' it up here. Hopefully he'd overlook that and just see how much I wanted him to stay.

And I really did, which was kinda weird. I really wanted Wes to stay

[watcher_pryce]

Confused, I paused, my hand hovering over the door handle as I turned toward Angel. Wait? What now? Sighing, I rubbed a hand over my face and the frowned when I heard the tone of his voice. What the hell is going on here? What game is he playing now? He’s probably afraid he’ll be loosing his faithful servant. Well tough, he lost that one years ago. Long before the pillow, and long before I gave him my blood. And mostly due to his own acting. Much like he’s doing now.

Shifting on my feet, I clutched my bag and just stared at him while he gave his little speech. Oh sod that. Again with the old platitudes. Turning my back at him, I opened the door and strode out the room. Only to have him follow me. Well, that was new…and confusing. Very confusing I might add. I don’t recall Angel ever following me. Unless he wanted things his way. Ah…right. Silly of me to think it was actually about me

[prodigal_slayer]

I rolled my eyes, suddenly startin' to understand why it was that Angel was always snappin' on Wes. He was wicked annoying sometimes. I mean, damn dude! Just stay and have one drink, where's the harm in that? But naw, he's gotta make it into some kinda drama. Well, that was fine I could roll with that. I'm Angel now and Angel would just....roll with that? No he wouldn't! He'd go shut himself off in his room and brood to death. Fuck that.

"No, that's not....I didn't say...it would fix anything. Just, what's the harm in a drink, ya know?" Now I knew I wasn't soundin' anything like Angel and I could barely even meet Wesley's eyes. Because we were walkin' straight into uncharted territory now. Wesley would be so righteously pissed off right now if he knew it was really me in here just pretendin' to be Angel. Someone had to make things right around here and when that person was me? We were all fucked.

Then he just had to go on and go there. Why did he have to do that? I didn't know how to answer that question. Not that it was a