A New Beginning. [New Glimpses of Faith - Journal]
A New Beginning.
(February 9, 2008)
Okay, so the last one of these I had, kinda lost it. Okay, well not lost, more like misplaced while hauling my ass out of a town that was collapsing in on itself. Then a lot happened, and I didn't have the time to time to think about what I lost. Miss it even. Until one day I was at a store, all happy and in line at the checkout with my basket, and I felt good. Like real good. Complete even. And I thought, 'Look at me. I'm doing alright V would be proud'. And then I remembered what she'd brought me all those years ago, and then I remembered what I'd picked up upon arriving in London at Heathrow Airport. Something I'd grabbed from a stand when I had been browsing at all the magazines, none of which had caught my interest. I saw this. You. New journal. Blank. But then I never got the chance to begin it. No chance to take a breath felt like the right time. To start off my new beginning. Until one came - And insert hopeful breath here - With Angel.
Angel? Yes guy, man. Well. Yanno I could explain but I think I'd fill this whole book. So much history. It'd be much easier to explain me. So I'm gonna break it down as quick as I can.
Angel. Vamp. Has a soul. Met him, but he was with this chick called Buffy, well 'B' for short. She hates that. Don't know why. Anyway, guess I kinda lost my way a little after that. Really long story. Tried to get Angel. He, well okay, him and B played me. I tried to kill him, then B, then her friends. Ended up in a coma after blondie gutted me. Tried to kill B and her friends again when I woke up. Okay, mostly B. Stole her body. Got jacked back into mine. Tried to kill Angel, L.A. this time.
I done good though after Angel wouldn't kill me. And believe me, I tried everything I could think of to get him to do that. That's another story though. So, turned myself in. Done my time. Well, not fully, had to break out at one point to save Angel's ass. Nearly died doing it too, but yanno, I would have. I was ready. His life is worth over a million compared to mine any day. And God knows he's saved my ass enough. Always been there when I've needed him. Sensing a pattern yet?
So, a lot of other stuff went down after that. Mostly Sunnydale into a big crater thanks to 'Captain Peroxide'. Hey, Angel's choice of name for him, not mine.
And Robin? Total disaster. That guy needed a mummy he was that needy and clingy, nevermind whatever he thought I was to him. Too much. Too soon.
Genevieve? I'll tell you about her later. There's a lot to tell. But yeah, I just want to get to the good stuff. The present.
Then, there was Angel again. Soul Boy. Whatever I tend to call him. Lover. Baby. Angel. Mixture of the last three. Well on a god day.
He says I get him. Which I know. It's just nice to hear him say it yanno? I mean, I always did. Shame it took him so long for him to see it for himself. Feel it? Guess the timing just wasn't right before. For 'us' I mean.
And now what? Now I'm a girl. Nah, screw that. I'm a woman, with a great man. Got a roof over my head, who gets to sleep in a warm bed wrapped in my lovers embrace. And get this, he cooks for me too. And even if we've made love (yeah I said that. I'll get explain that later as well) like three times in a row, and even if I could but just don't want to, he'll carry me upstairs to bed if I ask him to. Sometimes even without asking.
Okay, so I'm leaving out the fact he's made me orgasm more times that I can count, or the fact that he turns me on in ways no man has ever done before. Even the drinking from me turns me on. Vamp remember? Believe me, I bite him back just as hard.
But that's not my point. What is, is that I make him happy. Me! Faith! Faith Lehane! Faith Lehane with the fucked up childhood and whose mother died while whoring herself out. Faith Lehane who went insane a few times. Despite everything. I. Me. Faith Lehane, make someone happy! And not just anyone. The right someone. And someone who makes me happy too. As scary as that is sometimes. I make him happy. Imagine that!
©(S-O-R) S&W.