Back in the saddle.

[stake_n_skank]

There was so much to take in. It was so hard to imagine. Wes, Wes of all people, had busted me out of jail earlier today. And on the drive to Sunnydale he told me all about what had been going on. Buffy was gone. I had to take over. It was so overwhelming. Here I thought I was going to rot in prison for the rest of my life and now I'm back patrolling around the Hellmouth. Too much for me.

I guess there's supposed to be these.. old vamps or whatever in Sunnydale. I don't really know what they're up to, but they're here. And they're bad. Hell, are vamps ever good? Well besides Angel. I bet it was one of these really old vamps that attacked me in prison. Seems kinda like a dumb plan if you ask me. The Slayer's locked up, so let's go kill her? So a new one can get chosen and come. Right. Makes all kind of sense.

So that was it. I found myself in one the oh so many cemetaries here in Sunny-d. I don't deserve to be here, but I'm needed. Things happen for a reason I guess. I just didn't understand. I don't think the Wes thought I should be out patrolling already. I bet he thinks I'm rusty. But rusty or not, I can handle myself, and I needed to be out here.

Damn it seemed quiet considering this big impending doom.

(open to anyone who wants to be in the cemetary and find little old Faithy)