"You think ya are so freaking sneaky, do ya?" I ask, holding on my stake. The play ground was a inner city one, that is for sure. Suposedly, the bad-ass vampires lived in the inner city
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I had been out for a walk, getting to know this city, when I had sensed them. Vampires...and a Slayer to boot. Curious as to whether this was one of the Slayers Spike had told me about, I slipped quietly into view of the battle unfolding
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I heard his mouth moving, but no sound other than 'BLAH, BLAH, BLAH' came out.
"Yeah...so, he wasn't a good evil vampire thingy- either!" I yell in my defense, standing up streight. I curl my free hand in a fist, and rase it to my mouth, to wipe off the blood. My fighting was sloppy -- but yanno, you gatta do whatever you have too. "So yeah..I was pretending!"
I had a ego.
I looked him up and down, he was little young for watcher material. And thats just how he sounded, he could of been Jaques, but this guy was tad bit shorter, no red hair, and no weird french accent.
I took the container, and poped out two tic-tacs in my mouth. I threw it back at him after closing the little white lid.
"Yesterday?" I answered. I really don't think about..eating, unless if I had a insane craving for McDonalds..which isn't a good diet. I had a feeling he'd say something like that.
I looked amused as I watched her. Slayers were always so defensive...
"Sure, and vampires don't drink blood but milk while werewolves sing lullabies to little children. Only in a perfect world," I told her, rolling my eyes.
Catching the container of tic-tacs, I pocketed them quickly. Yet another error on her part...eating anything from a stranger. Those could have been poisoned or worse.
"Well..." I glanced around, then up at the sky, "...let's go get something to eat then. Do you have a preference or is your eating as sloppy as your Slaying?"
Smirking, I turned and started away. I would prefer Chinese myself...Spike had said good things about Chinese food...
"Italian? Chineese?" I shrug. I guess he's my new guy now. Watcher...not guy, guy. B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D N-O B-A-D. Yes. Bad. Because, he's all stiffy and olderish. Not really old, but you know. Yeah. Whatever.
I looked up at him, really, I did. He was tall. I walk up beside him, to catch up to his long legged stride, putting my stake in inside my jacket pocket, and my hands in my blue jean pockets.
"So, your like my watcher now?" I ask. It was pretty much dawn, no one is around to eaves drop. If they were, who the hell cared?
Well..I guess he would. Since now I'm under his guardianship.
"Do ya have a name, or should I call you 'Tall, quiet man'??"
"I ask for your preference and you give me two? Are you another indecisive young person?"
Rolling my eyes and sighing, I turned away. She caught up to me fast enough, and I glanced over and saw her putting away her stake. Scoffing, I turned away and shook my head sadly. I looked back at her when she asked a...unusual question.
"Am I your what? I believe you have the wrong assumption about me. I am not a Watcher, just raised by them a long, long, long time ago." A slight pause... "Do you want me to be your Watcher?"
Sighing, I reached up and rubbed the few day's worth of stubble on my chin. Needed to shave again...and how to answer her question?
"My name...my identity...is...complicated. But I am Micheal Pierce I suppose. Who are you Slayer?"
"Well, you have a stiffy ass like one, and you watched me. So had to ask." I shrug, smirking. "Name's Erin. Thats all ya need to know, Mr.Pierce."
I pulled a lose hair behind my ear, striding along with him.
"I'm gonna be sixteen soon, not that young." I scoff some, getting that from Jaques. "And, no. Not really want ya to be my watcher, just thought you were. Jesus, you old people are so touchy."
"Yep. I get that stiff ass from working out. Training. You might want to try it."
Turning, I kept my eyes upon her as we walked...avoiding obstacles in our path easily without thinking.
"Mr. Pierce? Who is being the stiff ass now? Call me Mike."
Spying a Chinese restaurant ahead on the other side of the street, I stopped at the next crosswalk and pressed the button. I stood there, waiting patiently for the 'walk' sign.
"Sixteen? No...not that young at all. Only two years younger then me in fact. I am not 'touchy'...in seven and a half centuries, I have never had a Slayer ask me if I was their Watcher. It is a first for me...an unusual occurence."
The walk sign shone green and I started across the crosswalk.
"Of course, maybe I should become a Watcher. The quality of Slayers has declined greatly over the centuries, as evidenced by you. They really must be letting anyone be Slayers now...though it's hardly surprising. Slayers were never worth much in the first place."
"Yep. I get that stiff ass from working out. Training. You might want to try it."
I bursts out laughing. Right then, and there.
"Egotistical much?" I ask, tilting my head up at him, narrowing my eyes. "I work out..but excuse me for being homeless...for the last..few months." I say, then shrug. "Yanno, you don't look that..butch.."
Ha! How is that for DENFENSIVE! ...Okay. Death Wish, but that comment he made so deserved it! Like, whoa.
"Mr. Pierce? Who is being the stiff ass now? Call me Mike."
"'Right then, Mike." I nod my head, looking streight ahead now. "Mike, you're about -- eighteen, or what? New person at this?" I look back at him, more criticly this time. Me..MEAN? NEVER!
As we walk to the restraunt, I stood by my 'watcher' as we awaited for the walk sign to come on. If he wasn't my w-a-t-c-h-e-r and some what c-u-t-e, It'd so k-i-c-k h-i-s a-s-s.
"Of course, maybe I should become a Watcher. The quality of Slayers has declined greatly over the centuries, as evidenced by you. They really must be letting anyone be Slayers
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I nodded to him. Well, if I were wearing a hat, I'd tip my hat to him, but I aint..so I gatta nod. Yeah. Wish I was wearing one, would hide my hair. Stupid hair. Its all wavy now..I hate you, hair.
I walk into the restraunt -- well, it wasn't much of one, but food was good. Meaning: Food was damn good. Very, very fucking good if you ask me.
Chinesse food was good. Damn good. You get it.
I inhale the aroma of spieces and vegitables thorugh my nostrils, filling my lungs. And sigh peacefuly. I missed you, food.
Turning back to my Watchknight..or watcher...THE DUDE! And I smirk. "You commin'?"
I was considering just what I would do with a Slayer around as she entered the restaurant. Certainly my life would be much more difficult...
"Of course."
Following her inside, I let the door close and started past her through the foyer. A older Asian woman saw us coming and smiled.
"Welcome. Are you together?" she asked.
Casting Erin a sidelong glance, I rolled my eyes and turned back to the waitress.
"Table for two please. Nonsmoking."
The waitress smiled at us both in that fake friendly manner and gestured towards the right side of the restaurant.
"Right this way."
Nodding, I followed the waitress past the other diners in their booths. She finally stopped by an empty booth and set down two menus.
"Here you are, someone will be along to get your orders soon."
Absently nodding, I slid into the booth on the far side so I would have a clear view of the aisle from the direction of the door. The waitress turned and walked away, leaving us alone except for the diners in the booths beside ours.
I sat down in the seat infront of him, facing him. The booth was made up of leather ineriour, and was quite comfortable to lean on.
"Nahh..." I shook my head at his question. "But chineese food is good, so is the onion..flower thing at chillies." I noted him. Seems to me, he was gonna be my teacher, but I was gonna have to teach him a few things here-and-there as well. Or, aussi.
I picked up the menu and opened it up, my hazel eyes studying it rapidly..
Finding what I wanted, I closed the colorful, and slightly disturbingly cheery, menu down. I raise my head up to him, and tilt it some.
"Yeah..I was born in Galveston..spent my life in Dallas." Texas..dear ol' Texas. Home of dad, ass hole, and mama. Bitch. Hostility between me and my parents are personal..yet, that simple question made me think about it. Daddy drinking, screaming, mama saying it was my fault.
Always ways my fault..
Shaking my head, I smirked some. Changing the subject. "Orange chicken, huh? I'm gonna get me some squid..that sure is good."
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"Yeah...so, he wasn't a good evil vampire thingy- either!" I yell in my defense, standing up streight. I curl my free hand in a fist, and rase it to my mouth, to wipe off the blood. My fighting was sloppy -- but yanno, you gatta do whatever you have too. "So yeah..I was pretending!"
I had a ego.
I looked him up and down, he was little young for watcher material. And thats just how he sounded, he could of been Jaques, but this guy was tad bit shorter, no red hair, and no weird french accent.
I took the container, and poped out two tic-tacs in my mouth. I threw it back at him after closing the little white lid.
"Yesterday?" I answered. I really don't think about..eating, unless if I had a insane craving for McDonalds..which isn't a good diet. I had a feeling he'd say something like that.
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"Sure, and vampires don't drink blood but milk while werewolves sing lullabies to little children. Only in a perfect world," I told her, rolling my eyes.
Catching the container of tic-tacs, I pocketed them quickly. Yet another error on her part...eating anything from a stranger. Those could have been poisoned or worse.
"Well..." I glanced around, then up at the sky, "...let's go get something to eat then. Do you have a preference or is your eating as sloppy as your Slaying?"
Smirking, I turned and started away. I would prefer Chinese myself...Spike had said good things about Chinese food...
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I looked up at him, really, I did. He was tall. I walk up beside him, to catch up to his long legged stride, putting my stake in inside my jacket pocket, and my hands in my blue jean pockets.
"So, your like my watcher now?" I ask. It was pretty much dawn, no one is around to eaves drop. If they were, who the hell cared?
Well..I guess he would. Since now I'm under his guardianship.
"Do ya have a name, or should I call you 'Tall, quiet man'??"
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"I ask for your preference and you give me two? Are you another indecisive young person?"
Rolling my eyes and sighing, I turned away. She caught up to me fast enough, and I glanced over and saw her putting away her stake. Scoffing, I turned away and shook my head sadly. I looked back at her when she asked a...unusual question.
"Am I your what? I believe you have the wrong assumption about me. I am not a Watcher, just raised by them a long, long, long time ago." A slight pause... "Do you want me to be your Watcher?"
Sighing, I reached up and rubbed the few day's worth of stubble on my chin. Needed to shave again...and how to answer her question?
"My name...my identity...is...complicated. But I am Micheal Pierce I suppose. Who are you Slayer?"
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He was rude and annoyling like one..so...
"Well, you have a stiffy ass like one, and you watched me. So had to ask." I shrug, smirking. "Name's Erin. Thats all ya need to know, Mr.Pierce."
I pulled a lose hair behind my ear, striding along with him.
"I'm gonna be sixteen soon, not that young." I scoff some, getting that from Jaques. "And, no. Not really want ya to be my watcher, just thought you were. Jesus, you old people are so touchy."
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Turning, I kept my eyes upon her as we walked...avoiding obstacles in our path easily without thinking.
"Mr. Pierce? Who is being the stiff ass now? Call me Mike."
Spying a Chinese restaurant ahead on the other side of the street, I stopped at the next crosswalk and pressed the button. I stood there, waiting patiently for the 'walk' sign.
"Sixteen? No...not that young at all. Only two years younger then me in fact. I am not 'touchy'...in seven and a half centuries, I have never had a Slayer ask me if I was their Watcher. It is a first for me...an unusual occurence."
The walk sign shone green and I started across the crosswalk.
"Of course, maybe I should become a Watcher. The quality of Slayers has declined greatly over the centuries, as evidenced by you. They really must be letting anyone be Slayers now...though it's hardly surprising. Slayers were never worth much in the first place."
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I bursts out laughing. Right then, and there.
"Egotistical much?" I ask, tilting my head up at him, narrowing my eyes. "I work out..but excuse me for being homeless...for the last..few months." I say, then shrug. "Yanno, you don't look that..butch.."
Ha! How is that for DENFENSIVE! ...Okay. Death Wish, but that comment he made so deserved it! Like, whoa.
"Mr. Pierce? Who is being the stiff ass now? Call me Mike."
"'Right then, Mike." I nod my head, looking streight ahead now. "Mike, you're about -- eighteen, or what? New person at this?" I look back at him, more criticly this time. Me..MEAN? NEVER!
As we walk to the restraunt, I stood by my 'watcher' as we awaited for the walk sign to come on. If he wasn't my w-a-t-c-h-e-r and some what c-u-t-e, It'd so k-i-c-k h-i-s a-s-s.
"Of course, maybe I should become a Watcher. The quality of Slayers has declined greatly over the centuries, as evidenced by you. They really must be letting anyone be Slayers ( ... )
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"No, just that good."
Stopping, I reached out my hand and touched her arm to stop her as well.
"You're homeless? Well, you shall come live with me. Now you are not homeless. Butch? What exactly does that mean?"
Moving my hand away, I started walking again.
"Eighteen, yes. New at this, no. I have been doing this off and on for the past 754 years. I'm young in body, old in spirit."
Smiling at her obviously ruffled feathers, I nodded at her acceptance of me as her Watcher.
"Should be interesting. As I told you earlier, I am not a Watcher. I am a WatchKnight. Again...long story."
Arriving at the restaurant, I opened the door for her.
"M'lady."
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"M'lady."
Jesus. Nerd!
I nodded to him. Well, if I were wearing a hat, I'd tip my hat to him, but I aint..so I gatta nod. Yeah. Wish I was wearing one, would hide my hair. Stupid hair. Its all wavy now..I hate you, hair.
I walk into the restraunt -- well, it wasn't much of one, but food was good. Meaning: Food was damn good. Very, very fucking good if you ask me.
Chinesse food was good. Damn good. You get it.
I inhale the aroma of spieces and vegitables thorugh my nostrils, filling my lungs. And sigh peacefuly. I missed you, food.
Turning back to my Watchknight..or watcher...THE DUDE! And I smirk. "You commin'?"
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"Of course."
Following her inside, I let the door close and started past her through the foyer. A older Asian woman saw us coming and smiled.
"Welcome. Are you together?" she asked.
Casting Erin a sidelong glance, I rolled my eyes and turned back to the waitress.
"Table for two please. Nonsmoking."
The waitress smiled at us both in that fake friendly manner and gestured towards the right side of the restaurant.
"Right this way."
Nodding, I followed the waitress past the other diners in their booths. She finally stopped by an empty booth and set down two menus.
"Here you are, someone will be along to get your orders soon."
Absently nodding, I slid into the booth on the far side so I would have a clear view of the aisle from the direction of the door.
The waitress turned and walked away, leaving us alone except for the diners in the booths beside ours.
"Have you been here before Erin?"
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"Nahh..." I shook my head at his question. "But chineese food is good, so is the onion..flower thing at chillies." I noted him. Seems to me, he was gonna be my teacher, but I was gonna have to teach him a few things here-and-there as well. Or, aussi.
I picked up the menu and opened it up, my hazel eyes studying it rapidly..
"Food..food..food.."
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I looked at her questioningly as she began scanning her menu.
"Order whatever you'd like, I'm good for it. Whatever you don't eat you can take home for later."
Picking up my own menu, I began to scan it...looking at my available options.
"Hmm...orange chicken...my favorite..."
Looking up from the menu at her, I frowned in sudden thought.
"You're from Texas, correct?"
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"Yeah..I was born in Galveston..spent my life in Dallas." Texas..dear ol' Texas. Home of dad, ass hole, and mama. Bitch. Hostility between me and my parents are personal..yet, that simple question made me think about it. Daddy drinking, screaming, mama saying it was my fault.
Always ways my fault..
Shaking my head, I smirked some. Changing the subject. "Orange chicken, huh? I'm gonna get me some squid..that sure is good."
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My face screwed up in disgust as she mentioned that she was getting squid.
"Squid? That's...disgusting. Only things found on land cross my plate."
Sighing, I set down the menu.
"What brought you here to Los Angeles?"
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"You've been there?" I tilt my head, proping my arm on the table, resting my head against it. "Its bigger than LA. That's for sure.."
I sighed, looking down on the table. That question was difficult, but you know..that was life.
"My watcher died..and I just wanted to see Hollywood. Yanno?" I laugh some..my eyes started to seem distant. "No fameous people here, though."
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