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After we dropped Faith off, I wondered if we were going to stay, but they seemed to have it taken care of. I wanted to make sure she was alright and then get blood, I was needing it, the smell of Faith's blood was getting to me and I had to close my eyes, clenching my teeth to try to fight it. It's been so long. When we dropped them off at the Hyperian, Buffy left with me, taking me back to my apartment, or I think we're going there. Everything at the moment is blurring together to tell you the truth. I wasn't sure what Buffy would do when she saw me and now she's helping me. She was one person that I wanted to see and the other ... Wes, but ... he's not Wes anymore and now he's some beast. Some beast that we couldn't beat. Feel guilty about that. If I wasn't so weak, I know we could have taken it down ... somehow. But, with me being weak, lack of blood and training, there was no hope. Now, I have to get myself back up to the way I used to be, then we can take him down. Or try to help him and bring Wes back. Whatever comes first.
I was thinking after I got something to eat and rested for a bit, Buffy and I could talk, find out what's going on, well, for me, and then we could train some. She could help me, that is if she wanted to. I'm not going to push it though, it's been ten years since I've seen her. There's so much I want to say to her, so much I wanted to say to everyone, so much I wanted to find out. But mostly, it's her. It'll always be her.
Now we're pulling up to the apartment building and I look over at her. She seems squimish, so again, not going to push. Besides, there's not much to push, I know if I needed help with anything, she'd help, but most likely, I won't ask. Well, except for blood. That's the main thing I need now. We both get out of the car, not really saying much and we head inside. I'm still thinking about all that's happened and what could have been avoided had I not been in that cell. There's so much more to find out, so much more that I need to do.
(tag: Buffy)
I was thinking after I got something to eat and rested for a bit, Buffy and I could talk, find out what's going on, well, for me, and then we could train some. She could help me, that is if she wanted to. I'm not going to push it though, it's been ten years since I've seen her. There's so much I want to say to her, so much I wanted to say to everyone, so much I wanted to find out. But mostly, it's her. It'll always be her.
Now we're pulling up to the apartment building and I look over at her. She seems squimish, so again, not going to push. Besides, there's not much to push, I know if I needed help with anything, she'd help, but most likely, I won't ask. Well, except for blood. That's the main thing I need now. We both get out of the car, not really saying much and we head inside. I'm still thinking about all that's happened and what could have been avoided had I not been in that cell. There's so much more to find out, so much more that I need to do.
(tag: Buffy)