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The ride in your car feels like it's taking forever. Your fingers are drumming impatiently against the wheel and you can feel that Faith's just as tightly strung as you in the passenger seat. God, you haven't felt need like this since... Since Sunnydale. Since Angelus. If it wasn't for Faith being as freaked out as you, you would've been worried. But since she's clearly affected by this, whatever it is, as well, it's not just your bad boy who's decided to come out and play. The thought that Faith has a bad side as well, crosses your mind, but you push it away. This is not the time for brooding. It's time for fists and fangs, blood and guts, and your body is singing for it.
There's a faint smell of burnt rubber as you pull the car into a screeching halt right outside Gunn's old hangout. Stepping out, you give Faith a smirk.
"Hope your ready, darlin'. They're already lining up for us."
You can feel them, hear them and their not at all human pulses (demons), their absent pulses but sloppy sneaking (vampires) and your blood is boiling. Throwing Faith a knife, you shake your shoulders to loosen up your muscles. You haven't done this in way too long.
"Let's dance, baby."
There's a faint smell of burnt rubber as you pull the car into a screeching halt right outside Gunn's old hangout. Stepping out, you give Faith a smirk.
"Hope your ready, darlin'. They're already lining up for us."
You can feel them, hear them and their not at all human pulses (demons), their absent pulses but sloppy sneaking (vampires) and your blood is boiling. Throwing Faith a knife, you shake your shoulders to loosen up your muscles. You haven't done this in way too long.
"Let's dance, baby."