You lean on your pride, the only friend that would never let you down
I'd thought about just takin' the car and bailin' on outta 'Frisco when I left the hotel. Course, once I got out of the hotel room I realized I'd been so fucking pissed I hadn't even bothered to grab the keys to the truck. I was gonna have to find some other way to get back to Hell A and leave Wes with the ride. Leave him with Noname. Leave everything behind and go and do what I was supposed to do. What I should've been doin' all along instead of playin' babysitter to Wes. I didn't understand. Why couldn't Angel have just asked me to stay in town and give him a hand if he knew he was comin' up against something so big? He should've known I would've done it in a heartbeat, would've done just about anything he asked me to. Which was how I ended up with Wes in Vegas in the first place. Vegas. It was like a distant memory. Besides, that gig was supposed to be temporary. I was never supposed to....I was never supposed to stick around with him. I should've bailed on him a long time ago. I was better off alone.
Wasn't exactly sure how or where I was gonna find Vail but the important part seemed to figure out how I was gonna get back to L.A. Stood on the side of the highway for what seemed like forever with my thumb juttin' out, waitin' for someone to stop and pick me up. Damn. When'd it get so hard to hitch a ride anyway? It was like suddenly pervy old guys weren't down with pickin' up young, hot, helpless lookin' chicks. That was the first time Connor caught up to me. Standin' on the side of the road and suddenly I was bein' thrown back into a tree. How was I supposed to fight off Vail if Connor kept tryin' to kick the crap out of me along the way?
"Connor, think about it." I grunted out after he'd kicked me hard to the ground. Springing up I pinned him against the tree, holdin' on tight as I could. "I loved your Dad. I really fucking did, okay? So why would I kill him? I'm a slayer, Vail's a demon. Who you gonna believe?"
The only answer I got was a fist to the nose and that was how I got my first ride. Somebody must've seen us fightin' and pulled over to make sure I was okay. So I did what any girl in my situation could possibly do. Shoved the guy back in his car, hopped into the passenger seat and yelled at him to get a move on cause some weird kid had attacked me. It was really fucking crazy what people would buy into these days. But at least it got me another headstart on Connor.
Second time he caught up with me I thought he was really gonna kill me. That look...the look in his eyes. I wanted it so fucking bad and I wondered if that was why I kept rollin' over and showin' him my belly. Or maybe it was cause I saw Angel in there somewhere. No fucking clue but I wasn't put up much of a fight.
"We're just wastin' time!" I yelled out at him as he cornered me in the bathroom of some trashy diner. "Stop fightin' me and let's go fight Vail together. C'mon." He slammed the handle of the axe against my throat and pushed up, so my feet were dangling an inch from the floor. Glancing down I could see his eyes, I could see how hard and fucking hateful they were and I just...I dunno.
I snapped.
Grabbing the wooden handle between both hands I quickly flicked my wrists away from me so the wood splintered and snapped as my boots hit the floor again. Still holding the splintered wood I smashed it into his face, pretty much bitch slapping him with it. I didn't give him time to recover as blood started to drip from his mouth. Instead I smashed my other fist into his face. Both of them over and over again until I was kinda exhausted and he wasn't lookin' so good. Just when I thought I'd won he sprung back up and lunged at me-- knockin' us both to the floor. I was startin' to see the serious pointlessness in this fight. Just when I thought I might just lose I heard a sharp spring and Connor suddenly jerked upright before fallin' over limp. Tiltin' my head up quickly I could just see the tip of a dart gun with Kennedy's eyes narrowed just above it. Man, ain't never been better to see an old friend.
With a deep breath I shoved Connor's dead weight off of me before pullin' myself up to my feet.
"You look like hell." She commented seriously, arching an eyebrow in my direction.
"Yeah."
"I think I can keep this little punk occupied for awhile. Don't you have somewhere to be?" Kennedy said as she slowly lowered the dart gun. Her eyes told me everything I needed to know.
"I do." I just returned her gaze with a hardened one before stridin' out of the bathroom. Walked right past my ride sittin' in a booth munchin' on breakfast. Didn't stop until I'd twisted the keys in the ignition of his Chevy and started pullin' out of the parking lot. The only thing I could see in the rearview as I pulled away was the owner of the car running after me, yellin' and shakin' his fist in the air.
When I got to L.A. I thought it'd take me a wicked long time to find Vail. Didn't take long at all. Apparently when you were a name as big as Vail you couldn't really afford to keep a low profile. So I stopped at the apartment Wes and I had been sharing only long enough to stalk up on a few weapons. Stakes were par for the course. Slipped a knife into my boot just to be sure, and hid another one in my jacket pocket. Wasn't really anything I could use. I knew I was probably walkin' into a big old trap and I was gonna get myself killed. Fuck that. I'm like a cat, see? I got nine lives. I figured judgin' by the amount of comas I'd been in this was only life number three. Even if I did die I was takin' Vail with me. All there was to it.
Was strangely sad leavin' the apartment. It just...I dunno. I was just wicked sad and I didn't know why.
Couldn't possibly be cause you might be gettin' kind've attached, Faith you dumbass.
Wasn't exactly sure how or where I was gonna find Vail but the important part seemed to figure out how I was gonna get back to L.A. Stood on the side of the highway for what seemed like forever with my thumb juttin' out, waitin' for someone to stop and pick me up. Damn. When'd it get so hard to hitch a ride anyway? It was like suddenly pervy old guys weren't down with pickin' up young, hot, helpless lookin' chicks. That was the first time Connor caught up to me. Standin' on the side of the road and suddenly I was bein' thrown back into a tree. How was I supposed to fight off Vail if Connor kept tryin' to kick the crap out of me along the way?
"Connor, think about it." I grunted out after he'd kicked me hard to the ground. Springing up I pinned him against the tree, holdin' on tight as I could. "I loved your Dad. I really fucking did, okay? So why would I kill him? I'm a slayer, Vail's a demon. Who you gonna believe?"
The only answer I got was a fist to the nose and that was how I got my first ride. Somebody must've seen us fightin' and pulled over to make sure I was okay. So I did what any girl in my situation could possibly do. Shoved the guy back in his car, hopped into the passenger seat and yelled at him to get a move on cause some weird kid had attacked me. It was really fucking crazy what people would buy into these days. But at least it got me another headstart on Connor.
Second time he caught up with me I thought he was really gonna kill me. That look...the look in his eyes. I wanted it so fucking bad and I wondered if that was why I kept rollin' over and showin' him my belly. Or maybe it was cause I saw Angel in there somewhere. No fucking clue but I wasn't put up much of a fight.
"We're just wastin' time!" I yelled out at him as he cornered me in the bathroom of some trashy diner. "Stop fightin' me and let's go fight Vail together. C'mon." He slammed the handle of the axe against my throat and pushed up, so my feet were dangling an inch from the floor. Glancing down I could see his eyes, I could see how hard and fucking hateful they were and I just...I dunno.
I snapped.
Grabbing the wooden handle between both hands I quickly flicked my wrists away from me so the wood splintered and snapped as my boots hit the floor again. Still holding the splintered wood I smashed it into his face, pretty much bitch slapping him with it. I didn't give him time to recover as blood started to drip from his mouth. Instead I smashed my other fist into his face. Both of them over and over again until I was kinda exhausted and he wasn't lookin' so good. Just when I thought I'd won he sprung back up and lunged at me-- knockin' us both to the floor. I was startin' to see the serious pointlessness in this fight. Just when I thought I might just lose I heard a sharp spring and Connor suddenly jerked upright before fallin' over limp. Tiltin' my head up quickly I could just see the tip of a dart gun with Kennedy's eyes narrowed just above it. Man, ain't never been better to see an old friend.
With a deep breath I shoved Connor's dead weight off of me before pullin' myself up to my feet.
"You look like hell." She commented seriously, arching an eyebrow in my direction.
"Yeah."
"I think I can keep this little punk occupied for awhile. Don't you have somewhere to be?" Kennedy said as she slowly lowered the dart gun. Her eyes told me everything I needed to know.
"I do." I just returned her gaze with a hardened one before stridin' out of the bathroom. Walked right past my ride sittin' in a booth munchin' on breakfast. Didn't stop until I'd twisted the keys in the ignition of his Chevy and started pullin' out of the parking lot. The only thing I could see in the rearview as I pulled away was the owner of the car running after me, yellin' and shakin' his fist in the air.
When I got to L.A. I thought it'd take me a wicked long time to find Vail. Didn't take long at all. Apparently when you were a name as big as Vail you couldn't really afford to keep a low profile. So I stopped at the apartment Wes and I had been sharing only long enough to stalk up on a few weapons. Stakes were par for the course. Slipped a knife into my boot just to be sure, and hid another one in my jacket pocket. Wasn't really anything I could use. I knew I was probably walkin' into a big old trap and I was gonna get myself killed. Fuck that. I'm like a cat, see? I got nine lives. I figured judgin' by the amount of comas I'd been in this was only life number three. Even if I did die I was takin' Vail with me. All there was to it.
Was strangely sad leavin' the apartment. It just...I dunno. I was just wicked sad and I didn't know why.
Couldn't possibly be cause you might be gettin' kind've attached, Faith you dumbass.