A hiccup on the way to Missouri. From bones_to_flesh
Trust wasn't exactly something that I had, but the new lady in my life, my watcher, was open, honest and seemed to care about me and that was a new one. With a mother like mine, you just never could count on anyone but yourself, and as a child, that was a rough pill to swallow, but it had made me stronger. Now, forces beyond comprehension had made me stronger and lucky me.
Some girls might be afraid of this type of thing, but I was wicked cool with it. With power like this, the world was my oyster and no demon was going to be strong enough to make me not enjoy it.
Margaret decided to stop at a convenience store because she had a cold, and I agreed. The sneezin' alone was enough to get me sick, although she had told me that I had accelerated healing powers and probably wasn't succeptible to the common cold. I didn't know what succeptible meant, but I was fine with it, because stopping at a convenience store meant a watcher sponsored junk food spree. I just couldn't wait to get out of Boston, though.
I grabbed some ho-ho's and a chocolate milk, and then decided to ot stop there, so I grabbed a jolt cola and a bag of doritos and brought them up to the counter where a heeb of some kind was manning the post, thinking that my mother would never allow me to buy stuff like this...well...she would have but she wouldn't have paid for it.
I was trying to get the clerks attention, but he was focused on some wicked big fire, and as I looked at it, I heard that several had died, and that the buildin' on fire was my old apartment in Southie. The firemen had put the blaze out, but the dead had been confirmed and one of the dead was my mother. My blood pressure raised a little bit as I thought about my Mother and memories, but when it came up that the fire had been started at a meth lab, I realized just how much that I didn't care. She was better off dead.
Margaret came up with some cold medicine and ginger ale, along with a hot tea that she had made. She paid the clerk for everything and didn't say anything about my eating habits. She was old and everything, but really cool. I didn't tell her about the fire or my mother, because that part of my life was over. Now, it was time to start my new life as a vampire slayer.
We got into her jaguar and pulled away, as she drank her tea, and I remembered my mother. I was special, important to the world, and my mother only cared about herself. I was going to prove to be nothing like her. I asked about Missouri again, and Margaret told me that there had been a lot of deaths in the Kansas City area of a mysterious nature. It was said that a couple of powerful vampires were there. Now, they were soon to be dead. I pigged into my junk food.
Some girls might be afraid of this type of thing, but I was wicked cool with it. With power like this, the world was my oyster and no demon was going to be strong enough to make me not enjoy it.
Margaret decided to stop at a convenience store because she had a cold, and I agreed. The sneezin' alone was enough to get me sick, although she had told me that I had accelerated healing powers and probably wasn't succeptible to the common cold. I didn't know what succeptible meant, but I was fine with it, because stopping at a convenience store meant a watcher sponsored junk food spree. I just couldn't wait to get out of Boston, though.
I grabbed some ho-ho's and a chocolate milk, and then decided to ot stop there, so I grabbed a jolt cola and a bag of doritos and brought them up to the counter where a heeb of some kind was manning the post, thinking that my mother would never allow me to buy stuff like this...well...she would have but she wouldn't have paid for it.
I was trying to get the clerks attention, but he was focused on some wicked big fire, and as I looked at it, I heard that several had died, and that the buildin' on fire was my old apartment in Southie. The firemen had put the blaze out, but the dead had been confirmed and one of the dead was my mother. My blood pressure raised a little bit as I thought about my Mother and memories, but when it came up that the fire had been started at a meth lab, I realized just how much that I didn't care. She was better off dead.
Margaret came up with some cold medicine and ginger ale, along with a hot tea that she had made. She paid the clerk for everything and didn't say anything about my eating habits. She was old and everything, but really cool. I didn't tell her about the fire or my mother, because that part of my life was over. Now, it was time to start my new life as a vampire slayer.
We got into her jaguar and pulled away, as she drank her tea, and I remembered my mother. I was special, important to the world, and my mother only cared about herself. I was going to prove to be nothing like her. I asked about Missouri again, and Margaret told me that there had been a lot of deaths in the Kansas City area of a mysterious nature. It was said that a couple of powerful vampires were there. Now, they were soon to be dead. I pigged into my junk food.