Mostly made of pain
After Soul Boy and I had tried to track Spike all through the docks, I sorta lost focus of what we were doin' anyway. Sure we hadn't found him, so the whole thing was a bummer from the standpoint of gettin' no payoff. Still, it wasn't like I even knew what I was doin' out there with him. Not like I was part of the team, not like I really gave a
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"A Slayer wouldn't get the visions because Doyle was half-demon... from what I understood, a human couldn't handle them, not to mention... doesn't she already have enough going on?"
Down stairs, I turned to Cordelia, and said quietly, "Spike's in town. He decided... he decided that it would make his day to cause me pain." I stopped, looking away and catching sight of the shattered doors on the weapons cabinet. Great, something else that I had broken...
"And yeah," I said disgustedly, refusing to look at Cordelia, "Those are his... his eyes." I swallowed, looking away again, as emotion threatened to swallow me. Doyle was dead, Spike was in town, and Faith had the visions now- things just kept getting better. When would the people around me stop getting hurt?
Heading back into the office, I started pulling random books off of the shelves, thumping them down on the desk maybe slightly harder than I should have. I felt Cordy and Wesley come in the office behind me, but I continued putting books on the desk, until I turned around.
"This someplace to get started?" I asked Wesley, not even looking up as one hand traced the cover of a book.
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