The long winding road that lead to nowhere [dont_playfair]
How did my life get so fucked up? I’d really like to know when it all went to shit and got so wrong.
My mind kept racing, running over the past few months, fuck it, the past two years since Angel came into the picture; shoving my client out of a seventh story window to his very dusty death.
There was the constant needle of Angel into our plans, always fucking up everything that Lilah and I had planned. From the charity event to the resurrection ritual we had. Then there was Darla. I don’t care if she was his first or not or however that works. The entire situation was fucked up and it fucked with my head, pushed me off the path I’d carved for myself and shoved me to where I am now.
Which is currently walking down the highway with nothing but a duffle bag and my guitar; at least she had the sense enough to leave that behind. It wasn’t going to make me hate her any less.
Stupid bitch stole my truck, I’ve worked hard for a lot of things and that truck was one of them, I worked hard for it long before Wolfram and Hart put new meaning to ‘working towards a greater goal’. I want it back and she better give it to me. I’m not above taking it either.
My eyes shot up when I saw the truck come spinning back towards me, I watched as the truck came towards me, not even getting out of the way as she skidded it inches from me. The passenger side door swung open and I looked at her sitting in the drivers seat, my seat.
”Get in.”
Blinking at her I put my guitar in the bed of the truck and climbed into the truck without a moment’s pause. I wasn’t going to give her another chance to get away with my truck; the last thing I needed right now was to end up stranded.
I’m still trying to figure out how the hell I ended up meeting up with Faith of all people. Still wasn’t sure if I could trust her, I actually know I can’t trust her, just have to make sure she’s not working for the firm to track me down. I didn’t go through all that pain of getting the tattoo’s for nothing. Not going down without a fight and I’m not going to be taken down by some girl, slayer or not.
“Where are you going?” I looked over at her, my eyes roaming over her and wanting nothing more then to shove her in the back and get back into my seat. My truck, I drive. Not really in a position to throw her out at the moment, I’m not in the mood to get my ass handed to me.
I repeated my question again to her, my voice getting an edge of aggravation to it. “Where are you going?” I know I put emphasis on the word ‘you’, when it all comes down to it I’m hidden and being around her was only going to get me into trouble. But maybe the company and alliance would be a good thing.
Licking my bottom lip I watched as the road whipped behind us, her knuckles were nearly choking the rim on the steering wheel. “You don’t have a plan do you?” I muttered, looking back out the window and hoping that we weren’t going to get pulled over.
My mind kept racing, running over the past few months, fuck it, the past two years since Angel came into the picture; shoving my client out of a seventh story window to his very dusty death.
There was the constant needle of Angel into our plans, always fucking up everything that Lilah and I had planned. From the charity event to the resurrection ritual we had. Then there was Darla. I don’t care if she was his first or not or however that works. The entire situation was fucked up and it fucked with my head, pushed me off the path I’d carved for myself and shoved me to where I am now.
Which is currently walking down the highway with nothing but a duffle bag and my guitar; at least she had the sense enough to leave that behind. It wasn’t going to make me hate her any less.
Stupid bitch stole my truck, I’ve worked hard for a lot of things and that truck was one of them, I worked hard for it long before Wolfram and Hart put new meaning to ‘working towards a greater goal’. I want it back and she better give it to me. I’m not above taking it either.
My eyes shot up when I saw the truck come spinning back towards me, I watched as the truck came towards me, not even getting out of the way as she skidded it inches from me. The passenger side door swung open and I looked at her sitting in the drivers seat, my seat.
”Get in.”
Blinking at her I put my guitar in the bed of the truck and climbed into the truck without a moment’s pause. I wasn’t going to give her another chance to get away with my truck; the last thing I needed right now was to end up stranded.
I’m still trying to figure out how the hell I ended up meeting up with Faith of all people. Still wasn’t sure if I could trust her, I actually know I can’t trust her, just have to make sure she’s not working for the firm to track me down. I didn’t go through all that pain of getting the tattoo’s for nothing. Not going down without a fight and I’m not going to be taken down by some girl, slayer or not.
“Where are you going?” I looked over at her, my eyes roaming over her and wanting nothing more then to shove her in the back and get back into my seat. My truck, I drive. Not really in a position to throw her out at the moment, I’m not in the mood to get my ass handed to me.
I repeated my question again to her, my voice getting an edge of aggravation to it. “Where are you going?” I know I put emphasis on the word ‘you’, when it all comes down to it I’m hidden and being around her was only going to get me into trouble. But maybe the company and alliance would be a good thing.
Licking my bottom lip I watched as the road whipped behind us, her knuckles were nearly choking the rim on the steering wheel. “You don’t have a plan do you?” I muttered, looking back out the window and hoping that we weren’t going to get pulled over.