I still recall the taste of your tears
After our little four hour spurt of distraction, it was time to get down to business. Not that either of us were complainin' about the distraction, but I knew Wes wasn't gonna leave me alone til I checked out this Guardian guy. Also knew that Angel wouldn't be able to rest until he did something about this. There was no one left to protect but he was clinging onto the little bit that was left. I mean, I survived, and there was that chick at the hospital. Occasionally when the two of us wandered through the city we'd be surprised by a survivor, someone breakin' into a shop lookin' for food. We'd also run into a couple people who musta been driven crazy by that whole end of the world thing. Babbling to themselves as they bobbed and weaved through alleyways and streets. It was the end of the world, but there were still a few people left among the dead bodies that still littered the streets. If that was what was gonna keep Soul Boy goin' I wasn't about to complain. He needed something besides the distraction that I could give him.
"Any idea what'll do damage to this guy?" I asked Wesley quietly as Angel stocked up on weapons in the living room. "I mean, I'm not exactly lookin' forward to another stab wound. Gotta be something that'll kill him."
"I haven't found anything quite yet." Wesley admitted looking up from the book that I had opened up for him and left laying on the coffee table. "I'm not entirely certain, but there doesn't seem a feasible way of killing the Guardian. You may have to destroy the thing he is protecting to vanquish him."
"And we still have no idea what that is." I pointed out to him, as I stuffed two stakes into my jacket along with a knife. Maybe I'd break out an axe or a sword too, couldn't hurt anyway. Usually I liked to improvise but I wasn't takin' any chances on this Guardian dude.
"Precisely why you and Angel should follow him. See if you can discover what it is specifically that he is protecting." Wesley nodded at me before glancing down at the text again.
Right. No big. Just find out what this guy's protecting, whatever it was. Then destroy it, however you do that. Easy as wicked difficult pie. Still, I was anxious. Soul Boy agreed to Mexico once we'd sorted out all this Guardian crap. Two of us sippin' margaritas and spendin' our nights skinny dipping in the ocean? I could think of worse ways to live out the rest of my life. However short that might be. Save the rest of humanity, call it a day's work. Not that humanity was really worth saving anyway. Not anymore, not now that we'd managed to kill ourselves off. But I remembered what Wesley had said to me earlier. He thought that it all happened for a reason and it wasn't just cause the government was wicked clueless and let their badass super flu out into the air. Something else had caused it and I had to admit I was almost a little relieved. Supernatural apocalypses? I could deal with that, been dealin' with that for a really long time. When it was just your run of the mill man made kind, that was when things got a little more bleak. Because there wasn't nothin' I could do about those. Wasn't a rocket scientist, wasn't a doctor, wasn't all that smart in the grand scheme of it all. But demons and monsters? I could fight those.
Still, it made my heart ache because if we had known....if we had known about this earlier. Maybe B and I coulda done something about it before it killed off the entire world. Before it killed her. No. No Mexico just yet, cause I had to do this for her. She told me I was the one now and I wasn't gonna let her down, ya know?
It's not about me. Not anymore, Faith.
She was so fucking wrong, cause no matter what happened it was always about her.
"You ready?" Angel asked me as he walked into the room, loaded down with weapons.
"Yep. Axe me." I held out a hand and he tossed an axe toward me. My fingers closed down around the handle of the axe before I dropped my arm and the weapon to my side.
The two of us rode in silence back to the school where we'd gotten our asses kicked twenty four hours ago. Blood still spattered on the sidewalk from where Angel had landed. Ignoring it the two of us walked tentatively inside and just like I thought, the place was totally empty. Nothing but our footsteps echoing hollowly throughout the hallways as we looked around. Chosen. The Guardian. What was it that I was missing?
You're the other one.
Suddenly I heard a skittering in the hallway, like those little spider legs. Angel's fingers clamped down on my arm as he pulled me behind a row of lockers so we'd stay hidden from view. Peeking from around the lockers we watched the Niehr scuttle off towards the door. Swapping a look with Angel, we both followed along behind the demon. Far away enough not to let it know we were followin' it, but close enough that we wouldn't lose it. This little guy was gonna lead us straight to his boss.
We followed him through the city, my fingers tightened around the handle of the axe. Damn, I was anxious to put the smackdown on something. Still sore over the beating I'd taken the night before. All that fighting and no release? Kinda got a girl wicked wound up, ya know? Finally we stopped on the front lawn of a gigantic estate in the nice part of town. Whistling low under my breath I glanced up at the towering mansion as the demon disappeared inside. Angel and I hid behind the hedges as my eyes scanned the yard and the house itself.
"Game plan?" I asked, tilting my chin up to look at Angel. What? It wasn't like we could just bust in there and look for a fight. Well, we could, but we'd probably get our asses kicked again.
"Any idea what'll do damage to this guy?" I asked Wesley quietly as Angel stocked up on weapons in the living room. "I mean, I'm not exactly lookin' forward to another stab wound. Gotta be something that'll kill him."
"I haven't found anything quite yet." Wesley admitted looking up from the book that I had opened up for him and left laying on the coffee table. "I'm not entirely certain, but there doesn't seem a feasible way of killing the Guardian. You may have to destroy the thing he is protecting to vanquish him."
"And we still have no idea what that is." I pointed out to him, as I stuffed two stakes into my jacket along with a knife. Maybe I'd break out an axe or a sword too, couldn't hurt anyway. Usually I liked to improvise but I wasn't takin' any chances on this Guardian dude.
"Precisely why you and Angel should follow him. See if you can discover what it is specifically that he is protecting." Wesley nodded at me before glancing down at the text again.
Right. No big. Just find out what this guy's protecting, whatever it was. Then destroy it, however you do that. Easy as wicked difficult pie. Still, I was anxious. Soul Boy agreed to Mexico once we'd sorted out all this Guardian crap. Two of us sippin' margaritas and spendin' our nights skinny dipping in the ocean? I could think of worse ways to live out the rest of my life. However short that might be. Save the rest of humanity, call it a day's work. Not that humanity was really worth saving anyway. Not anymore, not now that we'd managed to kill ourselves off. But I remembered what Wesley had said to me earlier. He thought that it all happened for a reason and it wasn't just cause the government was wicked clueless and let their badass super flu out into the air. Something else had caused it and I had to admit I was almost a little relieved. Supernatural apocalypses? I could deal with that, been dealin' with that for a really long time. When it was just your run of the mill man made kind, that was when things got a little more bleak. Because there wasn't nothin' I could do about those. Wasn't a rocket scientist, wasn't a doctor, wasn't all that smart in the grand scheme of it all. But demons and monsters? I could fight those.
Still, it made my heart ache because if we had known....if we had known about this earlier. Maybe B and I coulda done something about it before it killed off the entire world. Before it killed her. No. No Mexico just yet, cause I had to do this for her. She told me I was the one now and I wasn't gonna let her down, ya know?
It's not about me. Not anymore, Faith.
She was so fucking wrong, cause no matter what happened it was always about her.
"You ready?" Angel asked me as he walked into the room, loaded down with weapons.
"Yep. Axe me." I held out a hand and he tossed an axe toward me. My fingers closed down around the handle of the axe before I dropped my arm and the weapon to my side.
The two of us rode in silence back to the school where we'd gotten our asses kicked twenty four hours ago. Blood still spattered on the sidewalk from where Angel had landed. Ignoring it the two of us walked tentatively inside and just like I thought, the place was totally empty. Nothing but our footsteps echoing hollowly throughout the hallways as we looked around. Chosen. The Guardian. What was it that I was missing?
You're the other one.
Suddenly I heard a skittering in the hallway, like those little spider legs. Angel's fingers clamped down on my arm as he pulled me behind a row of lockers so we'd stay hidden from view. Peeking from around the lockers we watched the Niehr scuttle off towards the door. Swapping a look with Angel, we both followed along behind the demon. Far away enough not to let it know we were followin' it, but close enough that we wouldn't lose it. This little guy was gonna lead us straight to his boss.
We followed him through the city, my fingers tightened around the handle of the axe. Damn, I was anxious to put the smackdown on something. Still sore over the beating I'd taken the night before. All that fighting and no release? Kinda got a girl wicked wound up, ya know? Finally we stopped on the front lawn of a gigantic estate in the nice part of town. Whistling low under my breath I glanced up at the towering mansion as the demon disappeared inside. Angel and I hid behind the hedges as my eyes scanned the yard and the house itself.
"Game plan?" I asked, tilting my chin up to look at Angel. What? It wasn't like we could just bust in there and look for a fight. Well, we could, but we'd probably get our asses kicked again.