I have myself to blame
So, new chick in the club, and thus our little band of social misfits is...less little but still retains all its misfit qualities. Apparently she 'knows' Abby. I use the term 'knows' loosely considering the fact that this is Abby we're talking about here. I was almost certain the the girl's entire circle of friends consisted of King...and that's it. Before we all came along, obviously. She's not the most social of butterflies, so it came as sort of a surprise to have 'strange white female' standing at our door step...with guns. Plus, its not like Ab talks about her past much...or at all. The girl needs to loosen up in the worst way.
All work and no play make Abby...Abby.
After the Nightstalker round up, I headed to my room before anyone had the chance to send me out on some wild demon chase. Those are never good.
Lying on my bed, I stared up at the ceiling. Having nothing to do was a nice change from the regular chaos that is my life, but then I realized that the lack of doing...stuff just left me by my lonesome with my thoughts. Not that can be even worse than a demon chase.
I thought about mom and dad. The day they died. Those things that killed them.
Because of me.
I was what they came for, and I'm really sick and tired of hearing that stupid 'it's not your fault' line. What a total crock. The visually impaired cloak wearing guys didn't stop by for brunch that day. They came for one target. Me. But I'm still here...and our parents weren't.
Nick was all I had left. If it wasn't for the fact that he was still around I don't think that I'd be able to do this. He's the reason I fight. Everything I kill means theres one less thing out there that could have possibly taken him away down the line. I couldn't save mom and dad, but that's not the case anymore. So, yeah, color me the annoyingly overprotective sister here, but if I wasn't annoying then I'd just be breaking the sibling code. Can't have that now, can we?
Sitting up, I moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. Reaching into the top drawer of my nightstand I pulled out a small address book. This was kind of a daily ritual for me. Always debating on whether of not to use the information inside. Well, not all of it, duh. I'm not on some 'Is your refrigerator running' prank calling kick. Just one name...and one address.
Cordelia.
My parents pretty much broke all contact with her's about 6 years ago. When tax fraud attacks... I was all of 11 years old at that point in time, so I didn't really understand what was going on. Come to think of it, I still don't...
I don't know why exactly, but I've just felt like I needed to get a hold of her. It was a weird gut feeling, and obviously there was only one way to make that feeling go away. Stupid gut. But what the hell would I say? 'Hey there, sorry my family shunned yours. How've you been?'
Ugh.
I slid the book into the inner pocket of my jacket. I'm so over the debating thing. Pushing off the bed, I exited my room and headed across the hall to Nick's. I wasn't even sure if he was in there...of in the building at that. After knocking on the door I leaned against the wall beside it.
"Nick? I'm headed out to, uh...pretend to be productive. Wanna come with?"
All work and no play make Abby...Abby.
After the Nightstalker round up, I headed to my room before anyone had the chance to send me out on some wild demon chase. Those are never good.
Lying on my bed, I stared up at the ceiling. Having nothing to do was a nice change from the regular chaos that is my life, but then I realized that the lack of doing...stuff just left me by my lonesome with my thoughts. Not that can be even worse than a demon chase.
I thought about mom and dad. The day they died. Those things that killed them.
Because of me.
I was what they came for, and I'm really sick and tired of hearing that stupid 'it's not your fault' line. What a total crock. The visually impaired cloak wearing guys didn't stop by for brunch that day. They came for one target. Me. But I'm still here...and our parents weren't.
Nick was all I had left. If it wasn't for the fact that he was still around I don't think that I'd be able to do this. He's the reason I fight. Everything I kill means theres one less thing out there that could have possibly taken him away down the line. I couldn't save mom and dad, but that's not the case anymore. So, yeah, color me the annoyingly overprotective sister here, but if I wasn't annoying then I'd just be breaking the sibling code. Can't have that now, can we?
Sitting up, I moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. Reaching into the top drawer of my nightstand I pulled out a small address book. This was kind of a daily ritual for me. Always debating on whether of not to use the information inside. Well, not all of it, duh. I'm not on some 'Is your refrigerator running' prank calling kick. Just one name...and one address.
Cordelia.
My parents pretty much broke all contact with her's about 6 years ago. When tax fraud attacks... I was all of 11 years old at that point in time, so I didn't really understand what was going on. Come to think of it, I still don't...
I don't know why exactly, but I've just felt like I needed to get a hold of her. It was a weird gut feeling, and obviously there was only one way to make that feeling go away. Stupid gut. But what the hell would I say? 'Hey there, sorry my family shunned yours. How've you been?'
Ugh.
I slid the book into the inner pocket of my jacket. I'm so over the debating thing. Pushing off the bed, I exited my room and headed across the hall to Nick's. I wasn't even sure if he was in there...of in the building at that. After knocking on the door I leaned against the wall beside it.
"Nick? I'm headed out to, uh...pretend to be productive. Wanna come with?"