Nowhere Land - Hell of a Hangover (intro)
"Damn," I groaned, holding a hand up to a head that felt about to crack right open. "Anybody get the license on the truck that just ran me over?"
When I didn't get any answers, smart-ass or otherwise, I finally opened up my eyes and looked around. That was right about the time I really regretted doing that. Instead of marble and metal and vamp dust and all the other things that made the Hyperion home sweet home, I was gettin' an eyefull-- and a noseful, accordin' to my sinuses-- of the great outdoors. Grass, trees, dirt, bushes... all that stuff.
"What in the..."
Pushin' myself up onto my feet, I discovered just how all beat to hell I really was. My axe was layin' down a yard away from where I'd been napping. There was somethin' way too familiar about Sherwood Forest, but the ringin' between my ears was keepin' me from really puttin' my finger on it.
Tryin' to clear my head, I paced over the same patch of grass a few times.
We'd gotten into the big fight, finally. Just like before, I threw in with my family, swinging my axe with everything I had, instead of doin' whatever it would be that Lilah and her... nah, I guess that would be our... bosses would want me to be doin'. Whatever, I decided. If they wanted me to be as useful a double agent as they were wantin', then everyone in the hotel hadda trust me.
The ubervamps were everythin' that the Sunnydale folks had said, and then some, strong as any three or four vamps I'd ever had to put down. But we were dustin' em, at least that's what I thought I could remember.
And now, we was here.
Right about then, the last little piece fell right into place.
Pylea.
"Aww, hell..."
((Open to any other Hyperion-ites))
When I didn't get any answers, smart-ass or otherwise, I finally opened up my eyes and looked around. That was right about the time I really regretted doing that. Instead of marble and metal and vamp dust and all the other things that made the Hyperion home sweet home, I was gettin' an eyefull-- and a noseful, accordin' to my sinuses-- of the great outdoors. Grass, trees, dirt, bushes... all that stuff.
"What in the..."
Pushin' myself up onto my feet, I discovered just how all beat to hell I really was. My axe was layin' down a yard away from where I'd been napping. There was somethin' way too familiar about Sherwood Forest, but the ringin' between my ears was keepin' me from really puttin' my finger on it.
Tryin' to clear my head, I paced over the same patch of grass a few times.
We'd gotten into the big fight, finally. Just like before, I threw in with my family, swinging my axe with everything I had, instead of doin' whatever it would be that Lilah and her... nah, I guess that would be our... bosses would want me to be doin'. Whatever, I decided. If they wanted me to be as useful a double agent as they were wantin', then everyone in the hotel hadda trust me.
The ubervamps were everythin' that the Sunnydale folks had said, and then some, strong as any three or four vamps I'd ever had to put down. But we were dustin' em, at least that's what I thought I could remember.
And now, we was here.
Right about then, the last little piece fell right into place.
Pylea.
"Aww, hell..."
((Open to any other Hyperion-ites))