Wish I hadn't been born with sight then become blind
I was feeling really good, really proud of myself. I'd gone down to the store, and picked out new business cards. They were all shiny, and this time no one would be able to say the design on the bottom looked like a lobster. I debated forever on whether to do robins egg grey on eggshell white or night sky black on hyacinth white. There were just so many choices, I couldn't make up my mind. Eventually I settled on the latter because Mrs. Davis in ninth grade English always said that when in doubt? The answer was always b.
Breezing in through the hotel lobby doors, my eyes peered around the lobby. Where were they? I was all proud of the good thing I did today. The good thing that was the first small step in building up the business again. Now I had shiny new business cards to show off and no one was around to appreciate them. Shiny cards that had our names on it too. Fred Burkle, Cordelia Chase, Faith Hanley, and yes I ended up making a Wesley Wyndam-Pryce one too. Because, let's be honest? I'd let Wesley have some time to himself but if he didn't come back soon, I was going to be tempted to get glowy on him again and teleport his ass all the way back to L.A.
"Hey." I heard a lazy voice drawl out from behind me. Turning around I saw Faith standing with a lit cigarette in her hand. God! Did she have to do that in here? This place was going to start smelling like a bar, and did she have any idea how much lysol you had to use to get cigarette smell out of everything?
"Faith!" I said excitedly, forgetting all about my cigarette irritation for a moment. Rushing over to her I showed her my prize. Many many shiny business cards. So sue me, I was proud. This was a good start. "I went and got us business cards today."
Faith took the stack out of my mind without even batting an eye and looked them over. "Angel Investigations?" One eyebrow quirked up over pale features as she looked up at me.
"Well, yeah. I know, I know. I just! I couldn't think of another name." With a heavy sigh I hoped she wouldn't be angry with me. They were all angry with me though, especially Wesley. At least I had managed to do one true thing, saving Fred from Illyria. But Faith and Wesley? I wasn't sure how I'd ever make anything up to either one of them. "But look, shiny!" I smiled brightly at her, hoping to win her over.
Dark eyes squinted as she examined the design a little closer. "What is that anyway? It looks like a rabbit...or something."
"What?" I demanded. Oh no, not again! I made sure to get a different angel design this time and this was what I was getting? Dammit, I just couldn't win. "That's an angel."
"Uh huh, sure it is."
I was about to reply with something sharp and snarky when I felt a small little pinprick in my temple. A little reminder of what I once was, and what I was destined to become. I could still remember a time when the visions were so painful I couldn't see straight afterwards. Angel lowering me gently to the floor, as I writhed in pain. Now there was just a sharp stinging pain as I closed my eyes and took in the pictures flashing in front of my eyes.
Could feel her heart beating, she was worried about something but I wasn't entirely sure what. I could feel the fear though, and it coated my skin. Slayers were strong, feeling a slayer afraid? That was scary stuff. Here came the bad part too, the part where I wasn't entirely sure of anything. Flashes just kept coming in from all directions. She turned and there was something there, something slashing across her throat. Her hand gripped it and she could feel blood oozing between her fingertips. She was scared, so scared as she fell to the floor. You would think that someone who had died a few times? Would sort of get over the being afraid of dying thing. Who was it? That was what I wanted to know. I could feel her pulse slowing down but I still didn't know who had hurt her.
Looking up I saw Spike, his demon visage at the forefront of his face. Angry ridges on his forehead and burning yellow eyes stared down at her. And then....nothing. She was gone.
"Cordy! Cor, come on! What the fuck?" Blinking my eyes, I shook my head and pulled away from Faith who was gripping my shoulders and shaking me back and forth.
"I'm...I'm fine." I said, after a second. "Just a little disoriented." I swallowed hard over the lump in my throat as I locked eyes with Faith. "It's Buffy I'm worried about."
Breezing in through the hotel lobby doors, my eyes peered around the lobby. Where were they? I was all proud of the good thing I did today. The good thing that was the first small step in building up the business again. Now I had shiny new business cards to show off and no one was around to appreciate them. Shiny cards that had our names on it too. Fred Burkle, Cordelia Chase, Faith Hanley, and yes I ended up making a Wesley Wyndam-Pryce one too. Because, let's be honest? I'd let Wesley have some time to himself but if he didn't come back soon, I was going to be tempted to get glowy on him again and teleport his ass all the way back to L.A.
"Hey." I heard a lazy voice drawl out from behind me. Turning around I saw Faith standing with a lit cigarette in her hand. God! Did she have to do that in here? This place was going to start smelling like a bar, and did she have any idea how much lysol you had to use to get cigarette smell out of everything?
"Faith!" I said excitedly, forgetting all about my cigarette irritation for a moment. Rushing over to her I showed her my prize. Many many shiny business cards. So sue me, I was proud. This was a good start. "I went and got us business cards today."
Faith took the stack out of my mind without even batting an eye and looked them over. "Angel Investigations?" One eyebrow quirked up over pale features as she looked up at me.
"Well, yeah. I know, I know. I just! I couldn't think of another name." With a heavy sigh I hoped she wouldn't be angry with me. They were all angry with me though, especially Wesley. At least I had managed to do one true thing, saving Fred from Illyria. But Faith and Wesley? I wasn't sure how I'd ever make anything up to either one of them. "But look, shiny!" I smiled brightly at her, hoping to win her over.
Dark eyes squinted as she examined the design a little closer. "What is that anyway? It looks like a rabbit...or something."
"What?" I demanded. Oh no, not again! I made sure to get a different angel design this time and this was what I was getting? Dammit, I just couldn't win. "That's an angel."
"Uh huh, sure it is."
I was about to reply with something sharp and snarky when I felt a small little pinprick in my temple. A little reminder of what I once was, and what I was destined to become. I could still remember a time when the visions were so painful I couldn't see straight afterwards. Angel lowering me gently to the floor, as I writhed in pain. Now there was just a sharp stinging pain as I closed my eyes and took in the pictures flashing in front of my eyes.
Could feel her heart beating, she was worried about something but I wasn't entirely sure what. I could feel the fear though, and it coated my skin. Slayers were strong, feeling a slayer afraid? That was scary stuff. Here came the bad part too, the part where I wasn't entirely sure of anything. Flashes just kept coming in from all directions. She turned and there was something there, something slashing across her throat. Her hand gripped it and she could feel blood oozing between her fingertips. She was scared, so scared as she fell to the floor. You would think that someone who had died a few times? Would sort of get over the being afraid of dying thing. Who was it? That was what I wanted to know. I could feel her pulse slowing down but I still didn't know who had hurt her.
Looking up I saw Spike, his demon visage at the forefront of his face. Angry ridges on his forehead and burning yellow eyes stared down at her. And then....nothing. She was gone.
"Cordy! Cor, come on! What the fuck?" Blinking my eyes, I shook my head and pulled away from Faith who was gripping my shoulders and shaking me back and forth.
"I'm...I'm fine." I said, after a second. "Just a little disoriented." I swallowed hard over the lump in my throat as I locked eyes with Faith. "It's Buffy I'm worried about."