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Sep 03, 2005 01:08

I gave him one last look before heading downstairs. It felt good that he was back but really? It fucking sucked because we're different now, but that wasn't going to stop me from having my way with him. Besides, he wasn't that scared of me anyway and he could handle it. I think. Well, no he couldn't. I was a vampire, he was a human. But, when I was ( Read more... )

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x_evilbritney_x September 23 2005, 07:38:10 UTC
He was really starting to get on my fucking nerves again. Who did he think he was? He wasn't anything special, I could tell him that right now! But, I wouldn't because he would do anything I wanted and I knew that and he knew that. Plus he was hot and ... I missed him. It's been too fucking long, I'll tell you that much. Deep down the reason I didn't want him going was because I knew that Alyx would hurt him. I didn't want him hurt and I hated that I could even feel ... that. The not wanting part, it fucking sucked. But, I did and that's just how it was.

"Whatever," I muttered and we headed down to the car. I got in while he got in on the other side and I turned it on before speeding off toward Wolfram and Hart. Frowning, I tried to think ... of what would the more damage be and clearly, that was Wolfram and Hart. That was if she decided to be a bitch and totally fry my cute southern boyfriend.

"Look, we're just going to go back to her villa, wait for her there. If we go to Wolfram and Hart, she has alot more fucking toys to play with to hurt ... us," I said and gave him a look. "And you? I just don't want to get hurt yet," I grinned and reached over, tapping his chin before looking back at the road.

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britneys_justin October 16 2005, 19:09:04 UTC
"Alright, Brit, it's your call." I told her when she informed me that we'd wait for Alyx at the villa. I had no idea what this bitch was capable of, but she had Britney worked up pretty good. I was touched that Britney didn't want me hurt. That she wanted to be the one to hurt me if I was going to be hurt. Meant a lot. Meant that deep down she was still my girl. Fangs didn't matter. Changes didn't matter. She still wanted me.

"What's her story anyway? How did you meet her?" I asked, because I was curious how she got all tangled up with this lady. I knew how she got turned and while it pissed me off, it made sense. She'd thought he was something special and she ended up dying because of it. Pissed me off, but I supposed if she was happy with her life who was I to judge?

The lady was a different story. From what I gathered she'd helped Britney out and Britney felt loyal to her. Not she'd crossed her and that had my baby worried. I had a feeling she was more worried about what would happen to me than her and like I said, I was touched. Still wanted to know what the lady's deal was though. Better to know what I was facing. Knowledge was power and all that stuff.

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x_evilbritney_x October 17 2005, 00:17:35 UTC
Rolling my eyes as I drove, I fucking forgot how much he liked to know about everything. He always had a question and he always wanted to know, right down to the last detail. And now he wanted to know about me and Alyx, the story on her. Of course I'd tell him because I guess he should know.

"After I got turned, I went out to California and one night I was out and about getting my dinner on and I bumped into her. The first time I saw her, I wanted to fuck her, but then I wanted to eat her and then ... she took me in and she ... changed me. Now I can go out in the daylight and all that. It was weird and so meant to happen you know? I mean, I was supposed to meet her, so I guess ... I was supposed to be like this. We went to Rome and worked there, she gave me a job, but I wasn't any good at it and now we're back here. Really, there isn't alot to tell. Basically, she looks out for me and gets me what I want and takes care of me. It's weird."

I pulled into the driveway and sat there for a second, waiting for him to get out. I changed my mind, I didn't want him to be there when me and Alyx did talk because really? I didn't want him to see that. See me so weak when I'm supposed to be so strong.

"Can you get my bag out of my trunk?" I asked and looked over at him. I'll be out in a bit, I have to get some things from the backseat," I said and looked toward the backseat. What the hell was I supposed to get? There was nothing back there.

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