I wish I was fiction I wish I was fact
I couldn't help but think that I was missing something as I headed inside to see to Faith. The sense I was getting from Wesley was something different than even earlier when we'd talked just outside not that long ago. A lot had happened since then of course and I wasn't forgetting that, so maybe I was just reading too much into what might possibly be going through his mind.. or wasn't. Letting out a worthless sigh, I let the door shut behind me and headed into the room to find Faith.
All that had happened tonight couldn't happen again. Not on my watch and from what I understood from Wesley he felt the exact same way. The next time I might be having to do a little more than set Faith's fingers. Because really? We were all lucky that she was here with the fingers to set at all. I never came into any contact with Kakistos in any part of my life, but I'd heard of him. The vampire old enough so that his hands had become cloven. The vampire had a reputation and even as Angelus I never liked him. He was a cocky bastard and that hadn't rubbed well with me. Granted, Angelus was the exact same way if not more, but that's all the reason I knew I wouldn't have like him. The Master had been the same way. Controlling Darla, thinking he was to be given his due. And I? Well, myself as Angelus wasn't about to pay homage to anyone but himself.
She'd killed him though. Faith had. Buffy told me about what happened those first few days Faith came into town when I was.. dead. The thought of two Slayers in the world never made much sense to me. I might've understood how it was possible, but the thought was still out there. And now? There were hundreds if not thousands of Slayers walking around. Or at least there was at one time. Kakistos had been trying to change that.
It wouldn't last for much longer. No, not with the ones going up against him now. He'd messed with the wrong ones and now he was going to pay. Then somehow? We'd all make sure he'd never come back to finish what he started.
As I entered the room, I saw Faith on the couch. I couldn't place what she was feeling exactly. There were too many emotions coming from her. Rage, anger, determination,.. but one that I didn't normally associate with Faith though I'd seen it in her before. Fear. Who could blame her? Not only is she pulled out of where ever the hell she and Wesley were, but to be confronted with one vampire you never hoped to ever see again this life or the next? At the time, Kakistos had killed someone close to her and what was stopping her to think that he'd do it again?
Clearing my throat a little, I stepped further into the room and stood next to the couch over her. I wasn't sure where to start. Ask her how she's doing? Get right to it and take her hand to set her fingers? Tell her that nothing was going to happen to Wesley and he'd be safe here? I had no idea what to do, so I just stood there in front of her and met her eyes when she looked at me. Finally just spoke.
"I talked with Wesley outside."
All that had happened tonight couldn't happen again. Not on my watch and from what I understood from Wesley he felt the exact same way. The next time I might be having to do a little more than set Faith's fingers. Because really? We were all lucky that she was here with the fingers to set at all. I never came into any contact with Kakistos in any part of my life, but I'd heard of him. The vampire old enough so that his hands had become cloven. The vampire had a reputation and even as Angelus I never liked him. He was a cocky bastard and that hadn't rubbed well with me. Granted, Angelus was the exact same way if not more, but that's all the reason I knew I wouldn't have like him. The Master had been the same way. Controlling Darla, thinking he was to be given his due. And I? Well, myself as Angelus wasn't about to pay homage to anyone but himself.
She'd killed him though. Faith had. Buffy told me about what happened those first few days Faith came into town when I was.. dead. The thought of two Slayers in the world never made much sense to me. I might've understood how it was possible, but the thought was still out there. And now? There were hundreds if not thousands of Slayers walking around. Or at least there was at one time. Kakistos had been trying to change that.
It wouldn't last for much longer. No, not with the ones going up against him now. He'd messed with the wrong ones and now he was going to pay. Then somehow? We'd all make sure he'd never come back to finish what he started.
As I entered the room, I saw Faith on the couch. I couldn't place what she was feeling exactly. There were too many emotions coming from her. Rage, anger, determination,.. but one that I didn't normally associate with Faith though I'd seen it in her before. Fear. Who could blame her? Not only is she pulled out of where ever the hell she and Wesley were, but to be confronted with one vampire you never hoped to ever see again this life or the next? At the time, Kakistos had killed someone close to her and what was stopping her to think that he'd do it again?
Clearing my throat a little, I stepped further into the room and stood next to the couch over her. I wasn't sure where to start. Ask her how she's doing? Get right to it and take her hand to set her fingers? Tell her that nothing was going to happen to Wesley and he'd be safe here? I had no idea what to do, so I just stood there in front of her and met her eyes when she looked at me. Finally just spoke.
"I talked with Wesley outside."