And I feel nothing.....not sane

[wickedslayer]

I was like a shadow, a ghost haunting some random cabin in the desert of New Mexico. Did exactly what he told me to do and stayed the hell out of his way. Anytime he came into a room I was in, I just clung to the wall and moved to the next one, hopin' he'd be busy doin' whatever it was he did. Sometimes I heard him tinkering around in the kitchen,

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[wickedslayer]

He forgot to the mention the cops. They were gonna be after us for sure. A serial killer and an escaped convinct on the loose? Oh yeah, there'd be heat on our asses in no time. We were gonna have to lay low. Why did I think layin' low wasn't his style and this was gonna be a serious problem? B wasn't even the big problem, not since she became another Joe Normal like the rest of us. What was she gonna do? Whine at us til Angelus gave up? Didn't really think that'd be very effective.

"A gun?" I asked him curiously. Didn't he remember? I shot him once. That little confrontation when I'd come to L.A. lookin' to put the beat down and then take the suicide by vampire option. I'd had the gun with blanks and then one bullet. He shot to wound, except it was only a blank. I shot to kill and it was a real bullet, but he was a vamp. Takin' gunshot wound was like nothin'. Gettin' a gun sounded like a good idea. That would even out the odds a whole hell of a lot when he was tryin' to be all wicked bossy like he usually was.

"I know how to use a gun." I said confidently, finally lifting my chin off of his head as his fingertips traced patters along the edges of my skin. Some new digs, a weapon, maybe some fun drugs that didn't make him violently explosive? Sounded like a win win to me. Depressants, no speed for Captain Forehead here.

"What kinda toys?" I asked him through narrowed eyes. It'd been too dark in the trunk and I'd been tied up so it wasn't like I could really explore or nothin'.

[psycho_angelus]

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