Sitting up on the bed, I glared at him as he brought all his stupid shit in. Wanted to scream wicked loud, but I was afraid that'd bring the heat up in here. Last thing I needed to see was cops. This was preferable to cops, which was kinda scary considering how bad my throat hurt. But whatever, I was no stranger to pain. Hated being locked up, especially in a trunk. Least in prison they didn't cut off the circulation to your hands or anywhere else. Course in prison I was as good as dead
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Liar. She wouldn't know good if it came up and slapped her in the face, but I didn't need her fingers falling off either. Pulled my knife out and cut through the cords, coming very close to her skin more than once. If she flinched, she'd be bleeding. I put the knife back and gently rubbed her hands, flexing each of the fingers and making sure that none of them felt cold. That would be a bad thing
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I raised my gaze up slowly to meet his as his fingers rubbed over mine, working the feeling back into them. He really was a fucking psychotic, his hands gently bringing the feeling back into my fingers after he just almost killed me. This was it, I was fucked. No escaping, no nothin'. The world was lookin' pretty bleak, between losin' my slayer powers, bein' a wanted fugitive, and bein' trapped in a motel room with a psychopath that happened to look identical to my best friend.
Watching him carefully as he said he was gonna make it all better, I almost sighed in relief as he brought out more of that whatever it was. Made me feel like flyin'. It hadn't escaped my keen notice that he hadn't killed me. If he was gonna, I'd already be dead or really fucking close to it. Or maybe I was just stupid for thinkin' that. But he busted me out of prison cause he wanted someone to play with. Thought he could wake up that sleeping psycho livin' in my skin. He probably could. But I wasn't gonna let him
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She had that look in her eyes again. Like her body and her mind were in a couple of different places at once. I loved this stuff. Had to get a shitload more of it. Everything seemed to be so much better with it in my system and in hers. Took a drag, holding the smoke in for as long as I could and then making a couple of rings as I blew it out.
"Magic pixie dust." I giggled a few times. "PCP, weed, maybe a few other little things. Oh, and the blood of the guy I took them from. I think they soaked up some of his life as it bleed out of the hole in his body. He screamed so pretty for so long. It was like music I could feelI finished what I had before moving across the bed. Putting my legs on either side of her body, I reached out and set my hands on her shoulders. Let my fingers slowly work the muscles there, moving in very slow circles. "Going to make you feel good." Make up for almost killing her earlier
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PCP? Shit. Did he know what this stuff did to your regular run of the mill human beings? Did it a few times way back in the day, and it had a tendency to make you fly high as a kite. That was the good part. Also had the tendency to make people violentally psychotic when they came crashing back to Earth. Not exactly the kinda drug he should be doin', but at least it dulled the edges. Made them softer, stopped me from caring
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I felt really good right now. Even the pain in my leg seemed to have faded, though I swear at one point the wound was talking to me. It wanted revenge, but now wasn't the time. The only thing I would focus on right now was her. Then she spoiled what I was doing by pushing me away. I scowled at Faith for a second before sighing.
"Because I know what lurks inside of you that's just waiting to be free again. Faith, I know you." I reached out and let my fingers run through those soft stands of hair. "No one else would have come to get you. He'd be too busy trying to handle being human again. Bet he hasn't even figured out that he's missing half of himself yet. Always was slow on the uptake
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He caught my attention again when his fingers started to thread through my hair. I was waiting for the explosion, to end up back in the trunk again and was surprised when it never came. Instead he was all gentle, and soothing. Telling me what he knew I was, that we were kindred, the same. He could see inside my black soul and he wanted to break a piece off for himself. Poor boy, didn't have one for himself
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When her fingers touched my hair, my eyes opened. I know she doesn't like me, hell she probably hates me right now, but she's being nice. I didn't expect nice, but I wasn't going to ask her to stop. My eyes close again and I just listen to her speak for a moment. If I talk it might break this wonderful, calm feeling
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I frowned, wondering whether I should be pleased or disgusted with myself. My first instinct was disgust, because I had taught myself for so long that I should be disgusted with myself for what I had done to my former watcher. But there was that other part of me that used to think about it, still did think about it. About how much he deserved it, about how much fun it was to watch the fear flicker across his eyes when I had him tied to that chair. No. That was wrong, bad. Wrong. Bad. This was just another part of me that I always had to outsmart and run away from. Now he wanted to drag it out of me
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She answered me way too quickly, so I knew that was a lie. I didn't think she would kill me, if she'd wanted to kill me, she would have stabbed that knife in my neck or my chest. I think was curious to see what I was going to do next. Hell, I didn't even know what I would do next. I usually just did the first thing that popped into my brain, no matter how fucked up and twisted
( ... )
"What? I didn't!" I protested, watching him through wide eyes as he started to go through his bag of crap, finally comin' out with bandages. Oh shit. Were we gonna play doctor or something? I was too busy tryin' to wrap my mind around that to pay attention when he demanded that I lay down. Finally his hand slammed into my chest and pressed my back into the mattress. Fuck. I didn't do anything! I was behaving. Hey, I hadn't stabbed him again, and I was bein' nice and fuck fuck fuck. Didn't he say he was gonna make it better? We were high, everything was soft and floating. He said he wouldn't ruin it! Son of a bitch
( ... )
Faith was looking at something that I couldn't see. Must be from the drugs. Then she fucking screamed, and she didn't stop. I was so startled at first that the knife slipped in my fingers and the tip pushed into that pretty flesh. A single drop of crimson rolled down her cheek like a tear
( ... )
I couldn't stop screaming, no matter what he did. Couldn't even see or feel past the ache, the sharp shiny teeth and glowing angry red eyes. It was right on his shoulder, why didn't he see it? Kicking out desperately, I writhed and bucked underneath him. Yanking on my wrist so hard I was almost afraid I might dislocate it tryin' to pull free. Even when the bandage came crashing into my mouth, I kept screaming muffled hollow screams filling up the room with black music. God, it hurt so much. I wanted to tear his eyes out with my teeth and spit them on the floor
( ... )
I thought I knew what she was trying to say and couldn't bring myself to care. The tears were very nice to see, and pulling on the banages must really be causing her wrists a lot of pain. Looked all pretty like that. She'd look even prettier when I was finished
( ... )
My eyes went wide when I heard someone at the door. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel small beads of sweat dripping down the back of my neck. Suddenly I went very still and quiet because for as terrifying as Angelus was? The thought of cops finding us was even scarier. Didn't wanna go back, wanted to be outta here, didn't wanna go back, wanted them to rescue me, didn't wanna go back. I couldn't make up my mind. I was almost relieved when some random guy walked up to the bed and gave me a look. He opened his mouth to say something and I clenched my eyes shut because I knew what was gonna happen
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Watching him carefully as he said he was gonna make it all better, I almost sighed in relief as he brought out more of that whatever it was. Made me feel like flyin'. It hadn't escaped my keen notice that he hadn't killed me. If he was gonna, I'd already be dead or really fucking close to it. Or maybe I was just stupid for thinkin' that. But he busted me out of prison cause he wanted someone to play with. Thought he could wake up that sleeping psycho livin' in my skin. He probably could. But I wasn't gonna let him ( ... )
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"Magic pixie dust." I giggled a few times. "PCP, weed, maybe a few other little things. Oh, and the blood of the guy I took them from. I think they soaked up some of his life as it bleed out of the hole in his body. He screamed so pretty for so long. It was like music I could feelI finished what I had before moving across the bed. Putting my legs on either side of her body, I reached out and set my hands on her shoulders. Let my fingers slowly work the muscles there, moving in very slow circles. "Going to make you feel good." Make up for almost killing her earlier ( ... )
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"Because I know what lurks inside of you that's just waiting to be free again. Faith, I know you." I reached out and let my fingers run through those soft stands of hair. "No one else would have come to get you. He'd be too busy trying to handle being human again. Bet he hasn't even figured out that he's missing half of himself yet. Always was slow on the uptake ( ... )
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