I laid under the swings for at least an hour. Numb. I tried to count the stars, or figure out their patterns, put the constellations together they were meant to be. But everything looked upside down to me. Not to mention... dead
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Her hands reached out, brushin' hair outta my face. I closed my eyes, feelin' the softness of her hand against my skin. In my hair.
If I just keep my eyes closed, I won't see 'em. They won't keep stalkin' me. Whisperin' to me.
Just because you can't see us, don't mean we're not there Faith.
I opened my eyes, lookin' around.
"Where you at? Come on out!" I snapped my head to the other side of the room. "Let's get this over with! I killed you once, I'll fuckin' do it again. Don't test me! I ain't fuckin' playin'!"
"I don't know what's wrong with you, or what it could be. But I, um, I noticed that you're a vampire? And where I come from, well, where I was staying, at this Hotel, they said something about a 'Slayer'. Maybe she can help you?"
I had stood back up and was pacin' the floor. Lookin' in the corners and seein' 'em starin' at me. Cryin'. I could hear their voices beggin'. Screamin'.
Like they were doin' when I did 'em in. Ripped out their throats and drank.
Why did you do it?
"I had to! Don't you get that? I signed up for this gig. It's what I wanted! Don't you see that?"
Wait. Did the girl say Slayer?
I stopped, spinnin' on my heel and droppin' back down next to her.
"Hotel. Slayer." I repeated her words, clenchin' my jaw and takin' a deep breath through my nose.
"I don't know of anyone else, I'm a stranger in this town."
I sat there, my mind registerin' she was talkin' about Buffy and her fuckin' merry band of goody two shoe geeks. I don't know why I never thought of it before. Somebody there would know what the fuck was wrong with me. And Blondie here was my ticket to gettin' my answers.
Reachin' out, I grabbed her by the hair of the head and jerked her up with me.
"Maybe we oughta pay that hotel a little visit" I looked at her, my lips curlin' into a wicked grin. "It's time I stopped bein' such a stranger myself."
Her hands reached out, brushin' hair outta my face. I closed my eyes, feelin' the softness of her hand against my skin. In my hair.
If I just keep my eyes closed, I won't see 'em. They won't keep stalkin' me. Whisperin' to me.
Just because you can't see us, don't mean we're not there Faith.
I opened my eyes, lookin' around.
"Where you at? Come on out!" I snapped my head to the other side of the room. "Let's get this over with! I killed you once, I'll fuckin' do it again. Don't test me! I ain't fuckin' playin'!"
"I don't know what's wrong with you, or what it could be. But I, um, I noticed that you're a vampire? And where I come from, well, where I was staying, at this Hotel, they said something about a 'Slayer'. Maybe she can help you?"
I had stood back up and was pacin' the floor. Lookin' in the corners and seein' 'em starin' at me. Cryin'. I could hear their voices beggin'. Screamin'.
Like they were doin' when I did 'em in. Ripped out their throats and drank.
Why did you do it?
"I had to! Don't you get that? I signed up for this gig. It's what I wanted! Don't you see that?"
Wait. Did the girl say Slayer?
I stopped, spinnin' on my heel and droppin' back down next to her.
"Hotel. Slayer." I repeated her words, clenchin' my jaw and takin' a deep breath through my nose.
"I don't know of anyone else, I'm a stranger in this town."
I sat there, my mind registerin' she was talkin' about Buffy and her fuckin' merry band of goody two shoe geeks. I don't know why I never thought of it before. Somebody there would know what the fuck was wrong with me. And Blondie here was my ticket to gettin' my answers.
Reachin' out, I grabbed her by the hair of the head and jerked her up with me.
"Maybe we oughta pay that hotel a little visit" I looked at her, my lips curlin' into a wicked grin. "It's time I stopped bein' such a stranger myself."
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