There was something about this girl. Something familiar. Something I couldn't put my finger on. Her eyes maybe, or the way she held herself, or the way she stuck out her chin. Then again, in the earlier days I kept thinking I was Angel, or Gunn, or Cordy or... even Spike. Never Fred though. Fred was dead. And never Lilah. A chance that had come and gone, hurt to much to think about.
My eyes narrowed at the obstinate little thing when she talked back to me, and then had the nerve to walk past me. They narrowed even more when I can't catch her right away. I really don't like it when children aren't well behaved to their elders. Must be something my father had installed me with, much to my dismay. Luckily I never dealt with children. In fact, if I could I avoided them like...well, like the plague.
Which is a bitter irony, considering how well I got along with children before... I died.
"No," I said shortly, grabbing her arm now that she was within grabbing distance. "And you're not going to see him either. You're going to leave her, right now." God. Who do things like this always happen to me? Why am I the one who finds a kid - a bloody child! - wandering around a place of pure evil?
Who lets a child walk in here anyway? Wonder if her parents even pay attention to the girl, or just buy her affections. Considering the expensive clothes and the way she talks back to me, I do say she's one rotten spoiled little brat.
Reminds me of Cordelia, I think with a pang of pain.
"Let's go," I said, marching her down the hallway as quietly as I could. "If they find you here, you're in big, big trouble, young Lady. And while we're at it? I advise you to answer my previous question." I looked down at her and then over my shoulder when I heard a sound. As if someone was coming this way. Crap. Bloody hell.
The man grabs my arm and I gasp out, trying to free myself from his grip. Ewww, his breath smells. Yuck. "I am going to see him, he's hurting my mother and I don't like it!"
He starts pulling at me and I use my free hand to reach into my pocket, my fingers coming around the plastic of the shocker that Daddy gave me. "Let goa me or I'm so gonna hurt you!" My eyes welled up as I yelled at him, trying to struggle free.
Daddy always told me that I shouldn't use it unless I felt like I had to. I didn't know what was going on but I knew that I had to get away from this man with the bad breath before he ruined everything.
"I don't have to answer anything you ask me, sir." I always have to be polite, Mommy taught me that, even when you're upset you smile and please someone anyway you can.
With another effort I try to wrench my arm from his grip, glaring up at him and holding the zapper - tazer I think - in my hand up to him.
And that was *more* then enough of this shit. I'm tired, my job is on the line here, my way of living and what do I do? Deal with some spoiled little brat who's trying to tazer me! A growl gets out and the tazer is out of her hand before she can even blink and in my pocket effectively shut down.
Then I reach out and grab her arms, pinning her behind her back with one strong hand. My other hand clamps down on her mouth, using to fingers to keep her jaw shut. I know the type, she'd bite me otherwise! For a brief moment I wonder if this is what Cordelia had been like when she was a child. There's a frightening thought.
It's all the parents fault, I have no doubt about that. I mean, what kind of parent lets a child of this age run around with a tazer! No wonder there's so much violence in the world. No wonder they start so young. Her parents much truly not care about her if she's *this* desperate to get their attention. Spoil her with presents and platitudes to make up for the guilt of not being there for her.
Right, enough reminiscing. I need to get this brat out of here before she gets killed and her parents have a *reason* to feel sorry for themselves.
I start dragging her away toward one of the bigger windows. The one I took the bloody alarm off so we can get out of here. That's when I hear the footsteps behind us and the voices. Damn. Damn, damn, bloody dammit! Pulling her into the nearest supply closet I crouch down and put my lips close to her ear.
"You listen to me, kid and you listen good. Not a word out of you, do you understand? If they catch us, you're going to be the one who'll end up hurting your silly, spoiled little neck? Do I make myself clear?" I use my own hand on her jaw to make her nod and smirk. "Good," I growl, getting up to peer out the crack of the door.
Great. Two of the guards, the kind that resemble a silverback gorilla though with less of a brain, have taken up post *right* outside the supply closet. If they do find us? The kid is dead and well...It'll probably take me a lot longer to die. Not that I care about the latter, after all I've died before, doesn't matter to me. It's the child I'm worried about. Damn, I can't hold onto her *and* grab my gun at the same time. As long as they don't notice us, things should be fine. If not...I'm so very bloody doomed.
Morgan's don't cry and I can't help but feel the wetness on my face as he manhandles me, he takes my zapper before pinning my arms. I don't like this; he needs to let me go!
He's dragging me and I swallow hard against his hand, my eyes wide and blurry with tears as he drags me like a rag doll. I feel the breeze from the open window against my face but he stops and I try to look around but the grip he has on me is too tight.
I feel him press me against him and the door frame, my eyes catch sight of what's outside the door and I can't help but gasp against his fingers, whimpering and wanting to get away from whatever that was. I've never seen anything like that before. I dunno if it's even human! Ewww that face.
Without realizing it I grip onto the man and hide my face, wanting to scramble away - or get closer - but his grip is so tight on me that I can't move if I wanted to.
Biting my bottom lip hard I start whispering against his neck in Latin, trying to remember the words for the invisibility spell that I'd seen in one of the books that Mom had in her office.
Why me? Why am I always the one who gets into this kind of bloody trouble. Granted, this is the first time I come across some child that seems to be on the warpath for whatever reasons. A child that should not, under any circumstances, be here. I really have to wonder why I can't get the job done like a normal demon hunter. Just in, do the job, out, no trouble.
But no. Now I'm finding myself hauled up in some kind of supply closet. With two hulking guards standing outside capable of god only knows what. And a child trembling in my arms whom I'm trying to keep still.
My grip on her changes from trying to keep her from doing something stupid to protective the moment she's realized the severity of the situation. I don't think she took this scenario in account. Not sure *what* the bloody kid *was* thinking, but it can't have been thought through very much.
She's also not keeping still. What is she... Oh goddamnit! Leave it to me to find the only child in France who knows Latin. And not just any Latin, but magic Latin. Who is this child? Some kind of want to be Wicca?
Putting my hand in her neck, I pull her face out of mine and give her a stern look. "If you ever want to get out of here in one piece," I whisper, glancing behind her through the crack to make sure those guards aren't hearing us. "Then I suggest you do not finish that spell. Now be *quiet* and still. It'll be fine, we'll just have to wait for them to move away."
Pushing her behind me, I crawl toward the crack and peer outside. As I lick my dry lips, I notice my breathing has become a bit labored. I need to get back into shape. Or not tote small children around. Finally they seem to be moving away, sauntering to the end of the hall and around the corner. I wait a few moments longer and then reach out behind me, holding my hand out toward her. "They're gone, lets go, kid. We need to hurry."
My eyes narrowed at the obstinate little thing when she talked back to me, and then had the nerve to walk past me. They narrowed even more when I can't catch her right away. I really don't like it when children aren't well behaved to their elders. Must be something my father had installed me with, much to my dismay. Luckily I never dealt with children. In fact, if I could I avoided them like...well, like the plague.
Which is a bitter irony, considering how well I got along with children before... I died.
"No," I said shortly, grabbing her arm now that she was within grabbing distance. "And you're not going to see him either. You're going to leave her, right now." God. Who do things like this always happen to me? Why am I the one who finds a kid - a bloody child! - wandering around a place of pure evil?
Who lets a child walk in here anyway? Wonder if her parents even pay attention to the girl, or just buy her affections. Considering the expensive clothes and the way she talks back to me, I do say she's one rotten spoiled little brat.
Reminds me of Cordelia, I think with a pang of pain.
"Let's go," I said, marching her down the hallway as quietly as I could. "If they find you here, you're in big, big trouble, young Lady. And while we're at it? I advise you to answer my previous question." I looked down at her and then over my shoulder when I heard a sound. As if someone was coming this way. Crap. Bloody hell.
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He starts pulling at me and I use my free hand to reach into my pocket, my fingers coming around the plastic of the shocker that Daddy gave me. "Let goa me or I'm so gonna hurt you!" My eyes welled up as I yelled at him, trying to struggle free.
Daddy always told me that I shouldn't use it unless I felt like I had to. I didn't know what was going on but I knew that I had to get away from this man with the bad breath before he ruined everything.
"I don't have to answer anything you ask me, sir." I always have to be polite, Mommy taught me that, even when you're upset you smile and please someone anyway you can.
With another effort I try to wrench my arm from his grip, glaring up at him and holding the zapper - tazer I think - in my hand up to him.
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Then I reach out and grab her arms, pinning her behind her back with one strong hand. My other hand clamps down on her mouth, using to fingers to keep her jaw shut. I know the type, she'd bite me otherwise! For a brief moment I wonder if this is what Cordelia had been like when she was a child. There's a frightening thought.
It's all the parents fault, I have no doubt about that. I mean, what kind of parent lets a child of this age run around with a tazer! No wonder there's so much violence in the world. No wonder they start so young. Her parents much truly not care about her if she's *this* desperate to get their attention. Spoil her with presents and platitudes to make up for the guilt of not being there for her.
Right, enough reminiscing. I need to get this brat out of here before she gets killed and her parents have a *reason* to feel sorry for themselves.
I start dragging her away toward one of the bigger windows. The one I took the bloody alarm off so we can get out of here. That's when I hear the footsteps behind us and the voices. Damn. Damn, damn, bloody dammit! Pulling her into the nearest supply closet I crouch down and put my lips close to her ear.
"You listen to me, kid and you listen good. Not a word out of you, do you understand? If they catch us, you're going to be the one who'll end up hurting your silly, spoiled little neck? Do I make myself clear?" I use my own hand on her jaw to make her nod and smirk. "Good," I growl, getting up to peer out the crack of the door.
Great. Two of the guards, the kind that resemble a silverback gorilla though with less of a brain, have taken up post *right* outside the supply closet. If they do find us? The kid is dead and well...It'll probably take me a lot longer to die. Not that I care about the latter, after all I've died before, doesn't matter to me. It's the child I'm worried about. Damn, I can't hold onto her *and* grab my gun at the same time. As long as they don't notice us, things should be fine. If not...I'm so very bloody doomed.
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He's dragging me and I swallow hard against his hand, my eyes wide and blurry with tears as he drags me like a rag doll. I feel the breeze from the open window against my face but he stops and I try to look around but the grip he has on me is too tight.
I feel him press me against him and the door frame, my eyes catch sight of what's outside the door and I can't help but gasp against his fingers, whimpering and wanting to get away from whatever that was. I've never seen anything like that before. I dunno if it's even human! Ewww that face.
Without realizing it I grip onto the man and hide my face, wanting to scramble away - or get closer - but his grip is so tight on me that I can't move if I wanted to.
Biting my bottom lip hard I start whispering against his neck in Latin, trying to remember the words for the invisibility spell that I'd seen in one of the books that Mom had in her office.
Please work...Please work.
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But no. Now I'm finding myself hauled up in some kind of supply closet. With two hulking guards standing outside capable of god only knows what. And a child trembling in my arms whom I'm trying to keep still.
My grip on her changes from trying to keep her from doing something stupid to protective the moment she's realized the severity of the situation. I don't think she took this scenario in account. Not sure *what* the bloody kid *was* thinking, but it can't have been thought through very much.
She's also not keeping still. What is she... Oh goddamnit! Leave it to me to find the only child in France who knows Latin. And not just any Latin, but magic Latin. Who is this child? Some kind of want to be Wicca?
Putting my hand in her neck, I pull her face out of mine and give her a stern look. "If you ever want to get out of here in one piece," I whisper, glancing behind her through the crack to make sure those guards aren't hearing us. "Then I suggest you do not finish that spell. Now be *quiet* and still. It'll be fine, we'll just have to wait for them to move away."
Pushing her behind me, I crawl toward the crack and peer outside. As I lick my dry lips, I notice my breathing has become a bit labored. I need to get back into shape. Or not tote small children around. Finally they seem to be moving away, sauntering to the end of the hall and around the corner. I wait a few moments longer and then reach out behind me, holding my hand out toward her. "They're gone, lets go, kid. We need to hurry."
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