Everything’s changed and I know I ain’t the same…[nearing_kismet]
Everything hurt; all I felt was pain inside me. But there was an even greater feeling of pressure on my body; I didn’t need to open my eyes to know that I was pinned down by rubble and who knows what else.
With a groan I blinked my eyes open to see nothing but black. I franticly started to push things away to realize they weren’t so heavy as I thought after all; they fell away with ease as I found my way to my feet.
I brushed the dust off of the shirt of Lindsey's I borrowed before he left me to go fight Angel and his mindless friends. I didn’t understand Lindsey's desire towards Angel but I knew that it was a battle I would almost never win; his obsession with Angel was far worse than the way he focused on Darla years ago.
My hands closed into fists as I stretched my back, twisting and trying to assess the damage around me. It was quite obvious to anyone that the building was in shambles and there wasn’t a soul left in the building; anyone who was unfortunate to stay behind was obviously dead.
Why wasn’t I?
Wait a minute.
Blinking a few times I placed my hand over my heart and waiting for that beating that I was slowly becoming friends with since Hamilton as liaison replaced me. It wasn’t there anymore; my heart wasn’t beating.
I don’t understand.
Here I was standing here in what was once the LA branch of Wolfram and Hart and yet my heart wasn’t beating anymore, everything inside me felt strange.
Could the Partners have decided to change me back? Did they make me immortal again so I could help them rebuild and start new? Did they change their minds and decide to make Lindsey head of LA like he was supposed to?
I hate being filled with questions.
I rotated my neck a bit, wincing at the soreness of my muscles before carefully heading towards the door to Angel’s office and into the lobby. Everything was in even worse shape than the last room; I was surprised the building was even standing by looking around. Beams and wires hung, electrical wires sparked to show they were live and just waiting to cause more chaos.
“Hello?” my voice sounded strange as it echoed through the empty lobby of the seventeenth floor. There was no answer, not that I was expecting any.
Quietly I made my way through the lobby, stepping over my replacement’s body without so much as a pause. I was immortal again; Daddy made me immortal because he knew I was right for the job they created me for; it’s obvious by the way Hamilton’s body is lying twisted on the floor at my feet.
I paused at his feet, inhaling deeply at the sharp sweet smell that filled my nose; it was something that I thought I should know but I couldn’t place it. Maybe it was because of the change; my body needs to adjust or something. It’s not like I remember much about when I was first immortal before, then again I wasn’t human anytime before that so that was all I new.
Using my hand I brushed my hair away from my face, spotting scratches all along my wrist and forearm that I couldn’t remember where I got it from. In time I’m sure everything will come back to me; even all the secrets about the firm that I know. Things like that do come in handy when you’re trying to gain more power; it’s the kind of power that Lindsey and I will soon have together.
I cracked my neck and felt another pull, I reached up to rub it and felt another sharp pain that made me gasp. “What the…” Looking down at my hand I saw the faint trace of blood from what seemed like a healing wound. Quietly I walked over to the elevator door’s to glance in their reflection only to find that I didn’t have one.
There’s the possibility of changes; lots of them tonight but this…this is…I can’t quite grasp what’s going on.
It then dawn’s on me what must have happened; small flashes and glimmers of a vague memory flood my mind and leaving me with the knowledge that I might be immortal but it’s not the partner’s doing.
I was turned. Someone turned me and now…
A grin finds its way to my lips and turns into a twisted smile. I have not only my immortality back, but I’m free from the partners and this firm. I’m free to have my life with my Southern boy…
The idea to up and leave LA fills me for a moment before an even greater idea fills my veins. What better way to get my revenge then to stay here in LA and bring back this building from its obvious shambles...
My thoughts were turned away from future plans and brought straight on into the present. And presently I was hungry and I needed to find food and quickly; even the thought of finishing off whatever Hamilton had left in his body was becoming appealing at the moment. I wasn’t going to have him as my first meal; he was a mere leftover.
I quickly made my way down and out of the building, running my fingers through my hair to make myself seem somewhat presentable for the club I was about to enter. It didn’t take me long to find a quiet corner, a drink and some guy who was more than half drunk to buy me another drink.
“Why hello there.” My voice was soft as silk; I watched observantly as he moved as close as his barstool would let him. “What’s your name?”
“Let’s not worry about names cupcake. How about we go up ‘n dance?” I would have slapped him for calling me such a ‘cute’ name; but the hunger in my stomach was becoming too much for me to be picky.
I slipped off of the stool and popped the cherry from my drink in my mouth as I smiled sweetly at him. “Sure.” Pulling off Lindsey’s shirt I left it on the seat as I let the man take my hand and lead me onto the floor.
He held me too close for the beat of the song; but I was more interested in dancing to the beat of his heart, the idea of draining him dry to feed the hunger and get a nice alcohol buzz at the same time thrilled me. I felt like a child…or like I did when Lindsey first took me to a carnival.
I wonder if his blood will be sweet and sticky like the cotton candy Lindsey made me try…
My meal pulled me closer, his hands pulling slightly at the back of my shirt. I was losing patients for this and the idea of another mans hands on me that wasn’t Lindsey made me feel… something I didn’t want to feel. No more games.
“‘Cmon baby, be my perfect drug,” I whisper against the boy’s neck, grinding a bit harder against him as I danced. I could feel his hands move down my back until they gripped my ass, keeping me tightly to him as he moved us back towards one of the darkened corners of the club.
“Oh, I’ll give you just what you need little one.” His breath was hot and stank of too many breath mints mixed with liquor. He started pawing at me, moving his lips over my skin and I let the hunger craving overtake me.
My face started to shift and twist into my newest form of my existence; the muscles in my face turning as my fangs pushed their way through my gums and sinking into his flesh. He groaned and I quickly covered his mouth with my hand, drinking greedily from his veins as his struggles became weaker under me.
I ripped my fangs from his flesh and licked my lips dry, a wicked smirk on my face as my demon face returned to its hiding place. “Much better,” I purred to the corpse at my feet as I toed it away in distaste.
With my stomach full and the new demon living inside me at rest I slipped back on Lindsey’s shirt and headed for the back door of the club, making my way out onto the street and heading straight for our hideout. I could feel the rumble between Angel’s gang and the Partners subsiding for the moment; both sides obviously wounded and without a doubt both sides were preparing for the next round of fighting.
It didn’t matter to me now; I knew Lindsey would be coming home to me soon and we’d work on the life we had planned for after the war; little did either of us plan for all these new changes. Maybe now that things are different I can talk him into staying in LA; we could take over Wolfram and Hart and raise it to all its wicked glory. The way it was supposed to be, the way it was meant to be before Angel and his rejects took over the firm.
Pacing around the room of our hide-away I watched as the sun came up. I could feel the prickle grow in my spine as the sun started to rise along with panic inside me. I quickly made my way around our apartment and closed all the blinds and curtains in such quickness that I didn’t know I was capable of. I couldn’t have burns from the sun on my skin when Lindsey showed up; I’m good with spinning tales but I would have no way to explain those marks to Lindsey, he’d know too well.
I gazed at the closed curtains as the craving to get out started to creep into me; but I knew I couldn’t leave. I had to wait for my boy, wait for him to get here so we can start planning our revenge and our way out of here. Lindsey would worry if I wasn’t here when he came; I knew he’d be coming for me too. The last thing I needed was him to come out looking for me; not to mention this is our safe place and the Partner’s couldn’t find us.
The stench of his blood made it’s way to my nose long before I could see him in the doorway. Licking my bottom lip I made sure to keep myself in check; Lindsey doesn’t need to know about this new…change in me. Not yet anyhow.
He called for me a few times as he made his way through our apartment covered with carefully drawn out ruins. I ran my fingers through my hair to mess it a bit as I hugged his shirt closer to me, waiting another moment as the worry crept deeper into his voice.
“Lindsey?” I whispered, that helpless tone that I acquired when I became human seeping past my lips. “Oh god, I’m so glad you’re ok!” I quickly went up to him and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. “I was worried.” My face buried in his neck; his rapid pulse separated by such a thin layer of skin. It’d be so easy to just…
With a groan I blinked my eyes open to see nothing but black. I franticly started to push things away to realize they weren’t so heavy as I thought after all; they fell away with ease as I found my way to my feet.
I brushed the dust off of the shirt of Lindsey's I borrowed before he left me to go fight Angel and his mindless friends. I didn’t understand Lindsey's desire towards Angel but I knew that it was a battle I would almost never win; his obsession with Angel was far worse than the way he focused on Darla years ago.
My hands closed into fists as I stretched my back, twisting and trying to assess the damage around me. It was quite obvious to anyone that the building was in shambles and there wasn’t a soul left in the building; anyone who was unfortunate to stay behind was obviously dead.
Why wasn’t I?
Wait a minute.
Blinking a few times I placed my hand over my heart and waiting for that beating that I was slowly becoming friends with since Hamilton as liaison replaced me. It wasn’t there anymore; my heart wasn’t beating.
I don’t understand.
Here I was standing here in what was once the LA branch of Wolfram and Hart and yet my heart wasn’t beating anymore, everything inside me felt strange.
Could the Partners have decided to change me back? Did they make me immortal again so I could help them rebuild and start new? Did they change their minds and decide to make Lindsey head of LA like he was supposed to?
I hate being filled with questions.
I rotated my neck a bit, wincing at the soreness of my muscles before carefully heading towards the door to Angel’s office and into the lobby. Everything was in even worse shape than the last room; I was surprised the building was even standing by looking around. Beams and wires hung, electrical wires sparked to show they were live and just waiting to cause more chaos.
“Hello?” my voice sounded strange as it echoed through the empty lobby of the seventeenth floor. There was no answer, not that I was expecting any.
Quietly I made my way through the lobby, stepping over my replacement’s body without so much as a pause. I was immortal again; Daddy made me immortal because he knew I was right for the job they created me for; it’s obvious by the way Hamilton’s body is lying twisted on the floor at my feet.
I paused at his feet, inhaling deeply at the sharp sweet smell that filled my nose; it was something that I thought I should know but I couldn’t place it. Maybe it was because of the change; my body needs to adjust or something. It’s not like I remember much about when I was first immortal before, then again I wasn’t human anytime before that so that was all I new.
Using my hand I brushed my hair away from my face, spotting scratches all along my wrist and forearm that I couldn’t remember where I got it from. In time I’m sure everything will come back to me; even all the secrets about the firm that I know. Things like that do come in handy when you’re trying to gain more power; it’s the kind of power that Lindsey and I will soon have together.
I cracked my neck and felt another pull, I reached up to rub it and felt another sharp pain that made me gasp. “What the…” Looking down at my hand I saw the faint trace of blood from what seemed like a healing wound. Quietly I walked over to the elevator door’s to glance in their reflection only to find that I didn’t have one.
There’s the possibility of changes; lots of them tonight but this…this is…I can’t quite grasp what’s going on.
It then dawn’s on me what must have happened; small flashes and glimmers of a vague memory flood my mind and leaving me with the knowledge that I might be immortal but it’s not the partner’s doing.
I was turned. Someone turned me and now…
A grin finds its way to my lips and turns into a twisted smile. I have not only my immortality back, but I’m free from the partners and this firm. I’m free to have my life with my Southern boy…
The idea to up and leave LA fills me for a moment before an even greater idea fills my veins. What better way to get my revenge then to stay here in LA and bring back this building from its obvious shambles...
My thoughts were turned away from future plans and brought straight on into the present. And presently I was hungry and I needed to find food and quickly; even the thought of finishing off whatever Hamilton had left in his body was becoming appealing at the moment. I wasn’t going to have him as my first meal; he was a mere leftover.
I quickly made my way down and out of the building, running my fingers through my hair to make myself seem somewhat presentable for the club I was about to enter. It didn’t take me long to find a quiet corner, a drink and some guy who was more than half drunk to buy me another drink.
“Why hello there.” My voice was soft as silk; I watched observantly as he moved as close as his barstool would let him. “What’s your name?”
“Let’s not worry about names cupcake. How about we go up ‘n dance?” I would have slapped him for calling me such a ‘cute’ name; but the hunger in my stomach was becoming too much for me to be picky.
I slipped off of the stool and popped the cherry from my drink in my mouth as I smiled sweetly at him. “Sure.” Pulling off Lindsey’s shirt I left it on the seat as I let the man take my hand and lead me onto the floor.
He held me too close for the beat of the song; but I was more interested in dancing to the beat of his heart, the idea of draining him dry to feed the hunger and get a nice alcohol buzz at the same time thrilled me. I felt like a child…or like I did when Lindsey first took me to a carnival.
I wonder if his blood will be sweet and sticky like the cotton candy Lindsey made me try…
My meal pulled me closer, his hands pulling slightly at the back of my shirt. I was losing patients for this and the idea of another mans hands on me that wasn’t Lindsey made me feel… something I didn’t want to feel. No more games.
“‘Cmon baby, be my perfect drug,” I whisper against the boy’s neck, grinding a bit harder against him as I danced. I could feel his hands move down my back until they gripped my ass, keeping me tightly to him as he moved us back towards one of the darkened corners of the club.
“Oh, I’ll give you just what you need little one.” His breath was hot and stank of too many breath mints mixed with liquor. He started pawing at me, moving his lips over my skin and I let the hunger craving overtake me.
My face started to shift and twist into my newest form of my existence; the muscles in my face turning as my fangs pushed their way through my gums and sinking into his flesh. He groaned and I quickly covered his mouth with my hand, drinking greedily from his veins as his struggles became weaker under me.
I ripped my fangs from his flesh and licked my lips dry, a wicked smirk on my face as my demon face returned to its hiding place. “Much better,” I purred to the corpse at my feet as I toed it away in distaste.
With my stomach full and the new demon living inside me at rest I slipped back on Lindsey’s shirt and headed for the back door of the club, making my way out onto the street and heading straight for our hideout. I could feel the rumble between Angel’s gang and the Partners subsiding for the moment; both sides obviously wounded and without a doubt both sides were preparing for the next round of fighting.
It didn’t matter to me now; I knew Lindsey would be coming home to me soon and we’d work on the life we had planned for after the war; little did either of us plan for all these new changes. Maybe now that things are different I can talk him into staying in LA; we could take over Wolfram and Hart and raise it to all its wicked glory. The way it was supposed to be, the way it was meant to be before Angel and his rejects took over the firm.
Pacing around the room of our hide-away I watched as the sun came up. I could feel the prickle grow in my spine as the sun started to rise along with panic inside me. I quickly made my way around our apartment and closed all the blinds and curtains in such quickness that I didn’t know I was capable of. I couldn’t have burns from the sun on my skin when Lindsey showed up; I’m good with spinning tales but I would have no way to explain those marks to Lindsey, he’d know too well.
I gazed at the closed curtains as the craving to get out started to creep into me; but I knew I couldn’t leave. I had to wait for my boy, wait for him to get here so we can start planning our revenge and our way out of here. Lindsey would worry if I wasn’t here when he came; I knew he’d be coming for me too. The last thing I needed was him to come out looking for me; not to mention this is our safe place and the Partner’s couldn’t find us.
The stench of his blood made it’s way to my nose long before I could see him in the doorway. Licking my bottom lip I made sure to keep myself in check; Lindsey doesn’t need to know about this new…change in me. Not yet anyhow.
He called for me a few times as he made his way through our apartment covered with carefully drawn out ruins. I ran my fingers through my hair to mess it a bit as I hugged his shirt closer to me, waiting another moment as the worry crept deeper into his voice.
“Lindsey?” I whispered, that helpless tone that I acquired when I became human seeping past my lips. “Oh god, I’m so glad you’re ok!” I quickly went up to him and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. “I was worried.” My face buried in his neck; his rapid pulse separated by such a thin layer of skin. It’d be so easy to just…