Once more unto the breach...
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
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How touching. Humans and Demons comin' together like one big happy family.. boy, Sunny-D changed more than I imagined. I seriously needed to catch up on things. "How sweet is that.." is all I could comment through my dry chuckle, not even being able to imagine such a place. Too bad it was a haven, that would've been a good spot to hunt out some demons when I felt a little.. testy.
"Something or someone has opened a portal inside the bar, and all attempts thus far have failed to close it. On an approximate twenty-four hour cycle, the portal expels an entity from another dimension-- possbily even other realities. We need to find out what the less reputable elements in Sunnydale might know about this portal-- what's come through it so far, and how we can shut it down. I realize it's a lot of intelligence gathering, but we will be applying muscle whenever necessary. I don't think this portal is something to be left open for very long."
"I doubt any portal is allowed to be left open for very long." My face twisted from that somewhat amused expression to a more twisted one as my brows knit close together. Who knows what could've come out of there.. nothing wicked pleasant, that's for sure. "Say no more," I said as I hopped onto the seat that Wes left open, leaning forward slightly to cling onto him for support. ".. pink is not my color anyway."
Grin.
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"No, I suppose it wouldn't be, but black is getting a little cliche."
I dropped, and the bike roared to life. It was a good sound. The motorbike was a Triumph, and even after the years I've spent in the States, I liked having a British machine to rely on. We drove out of the cemetary in (relative) silence. Faith's arms tightened around my chest and I was suddenly aware that the last time she was this close to me, she was holding a broken piece of glass and threatening to continue torturing me with it. The bike tipped slightly as I shook my head to clear out the memory.
"Sorry," I tried to shout backwards.
It was only a few minutes before we arrived at our first port of call this evening-- Willie's Bar. I stopped the bike, and chained it to the sturdiest thing I could find.
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I allowed that comment to slide as my thought was broken by the rumbling sound of the engine. I was always a sucker for bikes.. not to mention I always loved the feeling of having real power between my legs.
"..." It was awfully silent during the ride.. I didn't have much to say. It wasn't long though before I realized that I was holding wicked close so I pushed myself back a bit to give a bit more room. I seriously didn't mean to do that. It was like our thoughts were almost intuned because my own mind began to think back about everything I've done for him.. damn.
"Sorry."
My grip tightened even more as the bike tipped and I eyed him curiously. "No problem." I said while I took in a breath. Good.. we're almost there. As soon as the bike stopped I hopped myself off, my eyes lifting toward the outside of Willie's. "Shoulda expected we were comin' here," I chuckled, "although I would've expect from someone like yourself to head to the root of all these problems.. Caritas, was it?"
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