lifeinsunnydale
Ok so here we were back in good old Sunnydale. If you could call it that. Buffy needed some help with some demon and well I had a few visions with this demon in it so Angel and I decided to come out and help the girl out. We left Wesley behind in LA, thank god for that. Couldn’t deal with much more of his annoying British comments. I really did miss Doyle, to think how much things can change over such a sort time.
Well, Angel and I were at the local motel dump. The whole grr arggg I’m a vampire thing doesn’t really work out during the day. He should’ve let me planned this out then we would’ve gotten to Sunnydale at a nice time. But of course leave it up to Mr. Mysteries creature of the night. So we’re hanging out here until the sun goes down again. Angel seems a bit on edge with seeing her again, guess I don’t blame the guy. With all their history and what not, must be hard.
I yawn as I stand up looking at the clock. It was still early in the morning I must have only drifted off for awhile. Which you would think with a whole night of driving I would be dead tired right now, but I’m not. I actually feel wide awake like I slept the whole night though. Wait a minute…I glance around the room. Ok this so was not the dump I fell asleep in. This looked like Buffy’s house.
I stood up and started to walk around the living room. Ok so maybe something strange happened last night, I mean what else could explain this. This was so not funny, I wanted some answers. You remember falling asleep in some dumpy motel room and you wake up in someone’s house. Unless the whole motel room was just a dream, which it couldn’t be because I can still remember the smell of that place. Definitely not a dream.
Well, Angel and I were at the local motel dump. The whole grr arggg I’m a vampire thing doesn’t really work out during the day. He should’ve let me planned this out then we would’ve gotten to Sunnydale at a nice time. But of course leave it up to Mr. Mysteries creature of the night. So we’re hanging out here until the sun goes down again. Angel seems a bit on edge with seeing her again, guess I don’t blame the guy. With all their history and what not, must be hard.
I yawn as I stand up looking at the clock. It was still early in the morning I must have only drifted off for awhile. Which you would think with a whole night of driving I would be dead tired right now, but I’m not. I actually feel wide awake like I slept the whole night though. Wait a minute…I glance around the room. Ok this so was not the dump I fell asleep in. This looked like Buffy’s house.
I stood up and started to walk around the living room. Ok so maybe something strange happened last night, I mean what else could explain this. This was so not funny, I wanted some answers. You remember falling asleep in some dumpy motel room and you wake up in someone’s house. Unless the whole motel room was just a dream, which it couldn’t be because I can still remember the smell of that place. Definitely not a dream.