Napa? Lilah?
The last thing that I could remember was Mr. green jeans shooting me, after I had agreed, I mean I AGREED to help Angel. I was in it for the long haul this time, which turned out to be a short haul, but he went ahead and made me believe that I was part of the team, part of his scheme to defeat the senior partners, and then I find myself getting shot by the wimpiest, the weakest member of the team.
Shot dead. I bet that Angel played it that way on purpose. Not that I would have even known if it, if it weren't for the current circumstances, but Lorne?
He looked at me as such a little threat that he had somebody kill me tat had never killed anyone or anything before that.
I'd be superpissed if I was sitting somewhere, burning and hell, stewing about my constant side-switching and my latest deception backfiring in my face, but as I suddenly just appear, I look around, stunned and pinch myself.
I pinched myself so hard that it hurt and it drew blood. The lifetime contract came to mind and I found myself running for a mirror, in...in wherever I was.
I found a bathroom, a nice one, really and I was there in the mirror, now gunshot wounds, now anything, well except for my usual charasmatic good looks and my tatts.
I didn't know what was going on, except for that the partners in America was under serious tife and that the only functioning office was in Rome. I don't know how I knew that, and I knew other things, like walking down the stairs was Lilah Morgan. It had been a while.
I walked over to her, knowing that Pryce had chopped her head off to make sure that she was not a vampire. "Well look at you, Lilah. No big slice mark across the neck. We should check and make sure that you are really alive."
I balled my fist and decked her, watching her tumble to the floor. "Nope, I'd say your alive too."
Shot dead. I bet that Angel played it that way on purpose. Not that I would have even known if it, if it weren't for the current circumstances, but Lorne?
He looked at me as such a little threat that he had somebody kill me tat had never killed anyone or anything before that.
I'd be superpissed if I was sitting somewhere, burning and hell, stewing about my constant side-switching and my latest deception backfiring in my face, but as I suddenly just appear, I look around, stunned and pinch myself.
I pinched myself so hard that it hurt and it drew blood. The lifetime contract came to mind and I found myself running for a mirror, in...in wherever I was.
I found a bathroom, a nice one, really and I was there in the mirror, now gunshot wounds, now anything, well except for my usual charasmatic good looks and my tatts.
I didn't know what was going on, except for that the partners in America was under serious tife and that the only functioning office was in Rome. I don't know how I knew that, and I knew other things, like walking down the stairs was Lilah Morgan. It had been a while.
I walked over to her, knowing that Pryce had chopped her head off to make sure that she was not a vampire. "Well look at you, Lilah. No big slice mark across the neck. We should check and make sure that you are really alive."
I balled my fist and decked her, watching her tumble to the floor. "Nope, I'd say your alive too."