What Did I Do to Deserve This?
A person would think that I would know better than to get myself in situations like this.
Of course, I'm the same person who shot up an office at Wolfram & Hart and turned down the job of a lifetime. I'm not exactly known for my intelligence at this point. I'd had it with the firm, though. I'd had it with everything at this point. The firm gave me a hand that wanted to commit suicide. I thought that it wanted to kill other people, but apparently it came from an old friend in the mailroom who wanted to die.
Of course, that wasn't all. Even Lilah was trying to turn against me. She just didn't want to die, though. I can't really hold it against her. I might have done the same thing if I thought that I was going to die. I knew that she was getting dirt on all of the other members of the board. Some crazy stuff, too. She was more cut out for this job than I was. Now I think that it went to the right person, for what that's worth.
So, the night that I quit the firm, I went out. I decided that I was going to get blind stinking drunk. Might help me cope with the decision that I made that will practically have me running for the rest of my life. I figured I had a day before I needed to get out of town, anyway. I had no intention of going back to my place, though. They probably had it bugged in some way or another. I wouldn't exactly be shocked. It was kind of their style.
So, I went out to a bar. Not Caritas, but one of the random dives in the city. I remember striking up a conversation with a pretty red head. I didn't intend for anything to come of it, but talking with her is where things start to get a little hazy. I don't remember if I just drank too much or if she might have slipped something into my drink. I remember her asking if we could go back to my place and, in my drunken idiocy, I said yes. Me, of all people, should know better than to invite someone into my home that I don't know.
But I'm a fucking idiot. We've been over that.
I wake up the next morning stuffed in my own closet. It took me stumbling out and accidentally getting some sunlight on my hand and it burning the piss out of me to realize what happened. The fucking bitch was a vampire and decided to sire me. Why me? Did I say something that attracted her?
Well, this throws a wrench into my plans. Of course, this means that I don't have a soul anymore. Fuck, now I could work for the firm without any problems, to be honest. I didn't want to work for them now anyway, though. I was starting to get bigger plans.
Of course, I'm the same person who shot up an office at Wolfram & Hart and turned down the job of a lifetime. I'm not exactly known for my intelligence at this point. I'd had it with the firm, though. I'd had it with everything at this point. The firm gave me a hand that wanted to commit suicide. I thought that it wanted to kill other people, but apparently it came from an old friend in the mailroom who wanted to die.
Of course, that wasn't all. Even Lilah was trying to turn against me. She just didn't want to die, though. I can't really hold it against her. I might have done the same thing if I thought that I was going to die. I knew that she was getting dirt on all of the other members of the board. Some crazy stuff, too. She was more cut out for this job than I was. Now I think that it went to the right person, for what that's worth.
So, the night that I quit the firm, I went out. I decided that I was going to get blind stinking drunk. Might help me cope with the decision that I made that will practically have me running for the rest of my life. I figured I had a day before I needed to get out of town, anyway. I had no intention of going back to my place, though. They probably had it bugged in some way or another. I wouldn't exactly be shocked. It was kind of their style.
So, I went out to a bar. Not Caritas, but one of the random dives in the city. I remember striking up a conversation with a pretty red head. I didn't intend for anything to come of it, but talking with her is where things start to get a little hazy. I don't remember if I just drank too much or if she might have slipped something into my drink. I remember her asking if we could go back to my place and, in my drunken idiocy, I said yes. Me, of all people, should know better than to invite someone into my home that I don't know.
But I'm a fucking idiot. We've been over that.
I wake up the next morning stuffed in my own closet. It took me stumbling out and accidentally getting some sunlight on my hand and it burning the piss out of me to realize what happened. The fucking bitch was a vampire and decided to sire me. Why me? Did I say something that attracted her?
Well, this throws a wrench into my plans. Of course, this means that I don't have a soul anymore. Fuck, now I could work for the firm without any problems, to be honest. I didn't want to work for them now anyway, though. I was starting to get bigger plans.