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So, I was all set to do the bailing thing like I usually do when things get tight around here. Had my bags packed, even went and drove to the airport. One of the little perks in being electro girl? Free parking. But shhh, don't tell anyone.
So, there I was ready to hop on the jet and fly off to Tahiti or Fiji or some other sunny island type place that ends in 'i'. But instead I get this voice in the back of my head, which sounds like a freaky combination of Buffy and Xander...which my therapist will be hearing about ad nauseum. But that's a different issue. See, this voice....tells me...and I really didn't ask this voice to chime in...anyway, it tells me, "You can't run now, give things a chance, might be surprised by how good it could be." Here's the real suck, I listened. Turned and drove to Wolfram and Hart, figured I'd talk to Angelcakes or Jolly Green and finish off the pep talk.
Instead I find the brat in what was Angel's office. "Hey kid. Old vampire sugar daddy around?"
"No." Glaring at me Connor seems more weird than usual. Talkative too.
"Ok...can you tell him I was here?" Rolling my eyes I start to turn, one thing I don't need right now is attitude from lil white fang.
"You think its funny don't you." What the hell is this kid talking about? Feeling something cold on my back I whip around, and he's right in my face. "You won't get to screw with Sol ever again electric bitch."
"Oh you so did not. About time you headed back to the kids table isn't it?" Smirking for a moment I falter, feeling the coldness growing. What is...Connor, he has something.
"Shut up freak." My blood boils as he opens some kind of box, this weird net opening and covering me. Feeling the power surging inside me I shake, sparks dancing against the net. They bounce back, hitting me instead, knocking me out.
Waking up I can feel the hum of electricity. What did that brat do to me? Looking around I try and figure out where I am. My hands are tied in front of me, and it looks like I was just dumped on the floor of an, oh real funny. An electric station. And better yet he left a note...they say public education is worthless too. Are you turned on yet? Great, he's a funny evil.
Reaching for my cellphone I punch in B's number. Shit, hope this goes better then last time I called her.
So, there I was ready to hop on the jet and fly off to Tahiti or Fiji or some other sunny island type place that ends in 'i'. But instead I get this voice in the back of my head, which sounds like a freaky combination of Buffy and Xander...which my therapist will be hearing about ad nauseum. But that's a different issue. See, this voice....tells me...and I really didn't ask this voice to chime in...anyway, it tells me, "You can't run now, give things a chance, might be surprised by how good it could be." Here's the real suck, I listened. Turned and drove to Wolfram and Hart, figured I'd talk to Angelcakes or Jolly Green and finish off the pep talk.
Instead I find the brat in what was Angel's office. "Hey kid. Old vampire sugar daddy around?"
"No." Glaring at me Connor seems more weird than usual. Talkative too.
"Ok...can you tell him I was here?" Rolling my eyes I start to turn, one thing I don't need right now is attitude from lil white fang.
"You think its funny don't you." What the hell is this kid talking about? Feeling something cold on my back I whip around, and he's right in my face. "You won't get to screw with Sol ever again electric bitch."
"Oh you so did not. About time you headed back to the kids table isn't it?" Smirking for a moment I falter, feeling the coldness growing. What is...Connor, he has something.
"Shut up freak." My blood boils as he opens some kind of box, this weird net opening and covering me. Feeling the power surging inside me I shake, sparks dancing against the net. They bounce back, hitting me instead, knocking me out.
Waking up I can feel the hum of electricity. What did that brat do to me? Looking around I try and figure out where I am. My hands are tied in front of me, and it looks like I was just dumped on the floor of an, oh real funny. An electric station. And better yet he left a note...they say public education is worthless too. Are you turned on yet? Great, he's a funny evil.
Reaching for my cellphone I punch in B's number. Shit, hope this goes better then last time I called her.