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I lifted my head and looked around. I wasn't in Kansas anymore. Hell, I wasn't even in the hotel. It looked like the inside of a Law Firm... I tried to get up but my muscles were clearly crying "atrophy" so that was no use.
I decided to lay there and see who would come through. What evil power had the power to 1) wake me up and 2)move me without Buffy and the others knowing. The thoughts and visions I had recieved were swirling around in my caulron of a head. Vividly actually. I knew where Spike and Angel were!
That didn't help me now...I decided to pull a Kill Bill. "Wiggle your big toe." That not working I gave up. How many times until saying "Wiggle Your Big Toe" will sound silly? I decided to wait it out. Obviously I couldn't be killed, then they knew that Buffy would put out all the stops. I'm a liability. I'm a *gulp* bargaining chip.
But. I. Had. To. Get. Out.
I managed to miraculously roll off the desk I was laying on. Bad idea. I fell to the ground nose first. It might've broke. I can't tell. Ah, blood near my mouth. Yeah, it's broken. I rolled my eyes and tried to roll out. The thought occured that seeing a rolling man would actually be quite funny under normal circumstances. But my life is hardly ever centering around normal circumstances. I dated an ex-demon!
Stuck on the floor and bleeding I decided to call for help. "HELP! FUCKERS! HELP!" Not too effective yelling. I kept yelling obscenities to whoever walked by hoping someone would want to shut me up.
[Open to whatever W & H bastards took me]
I decided to lay there and see who would come through. What evil power had the power to 1) wake me up and 2)move me without Buffy and the others knowing. The thoughts and visions I had recieved were swirling around in my caulron of a head. Vividly actually. I knew where Spike and Angel were!
That didn't help me now...I decided to pull a Kill Bill. "Wiggle your big toe." That not working I gave up. How many times until saying "Wiggle Your Big Toe" will sound silly? I decided to wait it out. Obviously I couldn't be killed, then they knew that Buffy would put out all the stops. I'm a liability. I'm a *gulp* bargaining chip.
But. I. Had. To. Get. Out.
I managed to miraculously roll off the desk I was laying on. Bad idea. I fell to the ground nose first. It might've broke. I can't tell. Ah, blood near my mouth. Yeah, it's broken. I rolled my eyes and tried to roll out. The thought occured that seeing a rolling man would actually be quite funny under normal circumstances. But my life is hardly ever centering around normal circumstances. I dated an ex-demon!
Stuck on the floor and bleeding I decided to call for help. "HELP! FUCKERS! HELP!" Not too effective yelling. I kept yelling obscenities to whoever walked by hoping someone would want to shut me up.
[Open to whatever W & H bastards took me]