I can't say that I felt one particular way at any given moment as the motorbike slipped its way through the relatively quiet streets of Sunnydale as I set out to find Faith. Better to say that I was feeling random combinations of emotions. I was dubious and hopeful at the same time, wary, nervous and anxious about confronting this person who at one time was my responsiblity, had turned so far down the wrong road, and now was someone I was expected to accept as an ally, if not a friend. Part of me, I'm sure, was even still a bit angry about the torture and beating.
Can't imagine why...
Nor would I say that I practiced what I would say upon seeing her again-- more that I was running through as many possible scenarios as I could conceive. I had a cell phone in one pocket to contact Angel and the others for the better eventualities. I had a pistol holstered at the small of my back for some of the others.
I was still on my way towards the motel when I passed a cemetary (not that it's difficult to do so in Sunnydale while on one's way to anywhere in town) that looked far too lively for its occupants. The bike slewed sharply with a loud screech and I drove through the gates.
This beginning is open to either Faith or Vamp Buffy, or both, as they seem to be the other folks wandering around Sunnydale at the moment.