It had been a couple of days since the whole thing with Faith. I'd dove back in headfirst to my training and teaching at the school. It kept my mind off everything else. It kept me from thinking about how different my patrolling was now. I'd go out at night, always by myself, and I wouldn't just take the easy kill like usual. I liked to torment them. Play with them and hear them beg for their unlives. It gave me some sick sense of pleasure. Maybe it was left over from my loss of control and my desperate need to regain it. Or maybe it was inside me now. That darkness I felt when she made me a vampire. That need to kill. To show them who had all the power. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it was getting dangerous. But I didn't care. I got off on it. On making them pay for everything I had to go through. I never lasted long though, on dragging it out. I was too impatient. But it was always fun while it lasted. It scared me, the way it made me feel. The way I relished in my power like I'd never relished in it before. Part of me
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"What game?" I replied a little shortly as she just walked right past me and into my living room. 'Come on in' I mouthed silently to the door as I was shutting it before turning back toward her as I headed into the living room, my cardboard box balanced on my hip as I hugged it tightly in the crook of my arm.
"I wasn't avoiding you." I informed her simply. "I was giving you time. It's not like we flew all the way back here when we did just to hang out and spend time together." Because we could have done that in New York. I decided against saying that out loud to her. I guess I was still a little on the side of eggshell walking when it came to her.
She flopped down on my couch, making herself comfortable. Or, as comfortable as she could be considering she looked pretty upset and maybe even a little angry. Taking my favorite, the fainting couch-like lounge thing, I placed the box next to me with a little emphasis.
"But since you're here, is there anything you want to tell me?" I asked, with a slight arch of my eyebrow.
"I called you, Iz. A bunch of times." I told her as I walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. "If you weren't avoiding me then why didn't you call me back? Or you know, answer
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"I've had things going on." I said casually with a small shrug of my shoulders, my hand still on the box. "Things like trying to get my job back, so I can have a life again. Not to mention a car." I didn't mention that that was all to no avail. Calvin Pratt knew how to hold a grudge. I may have been the best assistant in the world, but it didn't matter now.
I didn't even bother to mention that I'd taken a cab and filled out a few waitressing applications. Neither of us were in the mood for that right now. I could just deal with it when the time came.
She seemed to get really nervous all of a sudden, which meant she was probably as guilty as I'd instantly believed she was. And then she tried to play it off like I was stupid or like I didn't know what was up the minute she'd gotten that look on her face.
"Oh, I think you know." I quietly accused. "And if you don't tell me yourself, if you can't be that honest with me, then I really don't think we have a relationship."
I frowned as she told me she had things going on. It grew even deeper when she said she was trying to get her job back so she could have a life again. What she didn't have one with me? Fuck. She did need a car. I forgot about that. Okay, so last time I sent furniture, this time it would be a car. See, and who says I don't know how to treat my girlfriends
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"I didn't mean it like that!" I tried not to snap, but damn if she didn't practically make me. Everything was always about her, and her way of life. And sometimes it just felt like if I didn't fall on my knees and kiss her feet for everything she does and has done for me, then I was just simply being way too ungrateful.
"You don't have to have a job to have a life, and I do have a life with you." I said, still trying to keep my voice quiet. "I just meant that since I'm back here, and you're doing your thing, I don't have a life anymore. I don't have my life. My bank account is almost dry because all of my savings have been kept aside for retirement. My company car is gone so I have to take a cab just to get to the store or to go fill out applications. And it's not so much that I desperately need those things. I've lived without them before." I sighed. "But I'd gotten used to them
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I listened to her rant about how she had drained her bank account and how she was taking a cab to go places. I hated hearing that stuff. I didn't want her doing that stuff. Call me a rich brat, which, okay, I am, but I couldn't bear to see my girlfriend without a car or money. She'd gotten used to nice clothes and I made sure she had that right? Same with the shoes. No matter how much of a fight she'd put up. I still did it. And tomorrow? I'd buy her a car and I'd put some money in her account. Wouldn't be that hard to do. You can deposit money into anyone's account. It's the taking money out part that's hard. It's not like I need all the money I get. I have so much of it left over every month it just sits in my back account and draws interest. One hundred thousand dollars a month goes a very, very long way. Trust me on that one. Well, maybe not for Shannon. She goes through it like water. But me? Not so much. My big expensive splurges usually involve me getting an apartment or a new business off the ground or a car, or buy my
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I felt so stupid the minute the lock had clicked in to place. That was all a little dramatic, and that wasn't usually me. It's just, I knew that she knew. She had to know! She was the only person who had been in this apartment. The only one who could have moved it. Why would she do that? Why would she go through my things and spy on me like that? I just didn't get it. I never had the urge to spy on her or go digging through her life or her past
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She knew that I knew? Knew that I knew what? That stuff I'd just now read about her mom and her sister? How the hell would I have known that stuff? I didn't know any of it til like 2 minutes ago when she threw the box at me
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"I love my family." I said, shaking my head. "Why would you say- I don't care if people think I'm like them. My sister was a good person. She was just sick. They couldn't help her. And my mom, she was sick too." I insisted
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I frowned. That's so not how I meant that. I wasn't trying to insult her, I was just trying to point out how....oh, just forget it. The damage was already done and as usual, it was my big mouth that caused it
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"I wasn't avoiding you." I informed her simply. "I was giving you time. It's not like we flew all the way back here when we did just to hang out and spend time together." Because we could have done that in New York. I decided against saying that out loud to her. I guess I was still a little on the side of eggshell walking when it came to her.
She flopped down on my couch, making herself comfortable. Or, as comfortable as she could be considering she looked pretty upset and maybe even a little angry. Taking my favorite, the fainting couch-like lounge thing, I placed the box next to me with a little emphasis.
"But since you're here, is there anything you want to tell me?" I asked, with a slight arch of my eyebrow.
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I didn't even bother to mention that I'd taken a cab and filled out a few waitressing applications. Neither of us were in the mood for that right now. I could just deal with it when the time came.
She seemed to get really nervous all of a sudden, which meant she was probably as guilty as I'd instantly believed she was. And then she tried to play it off like I was stupid or like I didn't know what was up the minute she'd gotten that look on her face.
"Oh, I think you know." I quietly accused. "And if you don't tell me yourself, if you can't be that honest with me, then I really don't think we have a relationship."
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"You don't have to have a job to have a life, and I do have a life with you." I said, still trying to keep my voice quiet. "I just meant that since I'm back here, and you're doing your thing, I don't have a life anymore. I don't have my life. My bank account is almost dry because all of my savings have been kept aside for retirement. My company car is gone so I have to take a cab just to get to the store or to go fill out applications. And it's not so much that I desperately need those things. I've lived without them before." I sighed. "But I'd gotten used to them ( ... )
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