an uncomfortable situation all around. From huntedmerciless
I was just happy that Spike and Faith were separated, and that myself and Faith were separated, for that matter. Cordelia’s visions had been a Godsend, even though I didn’t look at her glow that way.
Her visions got us where we were now…Spike and I heading to Atlanta to save a black slayer. We didn’t know her name, but we knew her address and would hurry right to there and then work from there. Connor, not wanting to be around his father, for some reason, and I could only wonder what that was…maybe he felt betrayed and didn’t even know yet, how he had been betrayed? Maybe that was it, Angel…I still couldn’t believe that he had done that spell on his own son, for whatever the reasons, there was no justifying that, but who was I to preach, considering what Faith, Spike and I had just done, but later…
Connor went with Faith to Cleveland, again, they knew an address, but that was all that they knew. Riley stayed behind at the airport in San Francisco, and he wasn’t supposed to be alone in searching for this third slayer, who was now nameless, who didn’t know who or what she was now, but knew enough to come this way for some reason. Maybe she only had family in San Francisco? Maybe that’s why she was coming here? Maybe there was something else? We didn’t know. All that we knew was that Riley had to try to find her in a busy airport, with no help.
Then again, since we only had addresses and weren’t familiar with the cities that we were going to, Riley’s job was the easiest of all.
Cordelia’s visions had been a godsend, but her glow…not so much.
Spike and I hadn’t spoken. We had been on the flight for well over and hour, maybe two, and I just stared out the window. He was staring at me. I could feel his gaze on me, but I feighned sleeping and just looked out, not wanting to talk about what had happened earlier. I knew that Spike wouldn’t see it that way, though, so if I looked at him, he would remind me that three hours ago, Faith was straddling him, while I sat on his face. He would remind me that three hours ago, Faith and I, while dominating Spike, who was the one out of the three of us who tried to resist the acts, had also kissed and felt each other like we had always wanted each other. He would remind me that three hours ago, Cordelia’s glow had made us do those things…
Finally, he started to speak to me and I knew that my not talking to him was torturing him, which I didn’t want to do. I looked over at him, again feigning waking, as I stretched and looked at him.
[Spike and eventually Jada]
Her visions got us where we were now…Spike and I heading to Atlanta to save a black slayer. We didn’t know her name, but we knew her address and would hurry right to there and then work from there. Connor, not wanting to be around his father, for some reason, and I could only wonder what that was…maybe he felt betrayed and didn’t even know yet, how he had been betrayed? Maybe that was it, Angel…I still couldn’t believe that he had done that spell on his own son, for whatever the reasons, there was no justifying that, but who was I to preach, considering what Faith, Spike and I had just done, but later…
Connor went with Faith to Cleveland, again, they knew an address, but that was all that they knew. Riley stayed behind at the airport in San Francisco, and he wasn’t supposed to be alone in searching for this third slayer, who was now nameless, who didn’t know who or what she was now, but knew enough to come this way for some reason. Maybe she only had family in San Francisco? Maybe that’s why she was coming here? Maybe there was something else? We didn’t know. All that we knew was that Riley had to try to find her in a busy airport, with no help.
Then again, since we only had addresses and weren’t familiar with the cities that we were going to, Riley’s job was the easiest of all.
Cordelia’s visions had been a godsend, but her glow…not so much.
Spike and I hadn’t spoken. We had been on the flight for well over and hour, maybe two, and I just stared out the window. He was staring at me. I could feel his gaze on me, but I feighned sleeping and just looked out, not wanting to talk about what had happened earlier. I knew that Spike wouldn’t see it that way, though, so if I looked at him, he would remind me that three hours ago, Faith was straddling him, while I sat on his face. He would remind me that three hours ago, Faith and I, while dominating Spike, who was the one out of the three of us who tried to resist the acts, had also kissed and felt each other like we had always wanted each other. He would remind me that three hours ago, Cordelia’s glow had made us do those things…
Finally, he started to speak to me and I knew that my not talking to him was torturing him, which I didn’t want to do. I looked over at him, again feigning waking, as I stretched and looked at him.
[Spike and eventually Jada]