The Drive Back [hellmouth_napa]
Finally after a few more minutes of torture in the automobile with them we exited the freeway and spilled onto the less congested street. Angel assured that it wouldn’t be long until we reached out destination.
I was growing quiet weary of their musing and their discussion of it. I wanted to find these automobiles and drive them back to Napa and get back to Wesley.
After a few more minutes I began to feel trapped, as if the walls of the car were pressing against me. Such small confines and in the company of people that didn’t see me as an equal really made me feel as if I was being suffocated. I needed air, I needed out of this place. But I waited, my breathing getting heavier. I closed my eyes, and tough of Wesley, his soothing touch, and his calming voice…
Soon we came upon a place called Aces Public Storage and I immediately knew we were right were we were supposed to be. I let out a sigh of relief, a few more minutes in such a boisterous car with humans who did nothing but discuss things that did not seemed to matter would have had me leashing out on them, and I knew that they would dislike me even more than they did.
As soon as the car came to a halt I got out and breathed deep. Everyone else soon followed. I stood there waiting for Angel to lead the way and he did. He opened up the place and we came upon five automobiles. He called each out by name… One was called a Viper, the other a Lamborghini Diablo, then he pointed to a Ferrari F-50. On the other side he pointed towards a Porsche Cayenne and a car called a Classic Camaro SS.
I was very intrigued by the one called a Diablo for it was blue. I walked up to it and touched, feeling the smoothness of it.
“I shall drive this one because it suits me.” I said looking towards Angel. He gave me a shrug and handed me its keys, then he turned around and walked towards the Viper.
He tossed keys to Gunn who stood next to the Classic Camaro SS and Cordelia who had already claimed the Porsche Cayenne. The last person to take keys was Willow, who took the red Ferrari F-50. I was fascinated by the fact that I had remembered all of the names of the vehicles, even more fascinated still by the feel of the Diablo as I got inside.
Soon, I heard the roar of the other cars coming to life, and I did the same. Feeling the power beneath me of this machine. I smirked looking at the rear view mirror, waiting to get out of this place and back to Wesley.
I was growing quiet weary of their musing and their discussion of it. I wanted to find these automobiles and drive them back to Napa and get back to Wesley.
After a few more minutes I began to feel trapped, as if the walls of the car were pressing against me. Such small confines and in the company of people that didn’t see me as an equal really made me feel as if I was being suffocated. I needed air, I needed out of this place. But I waited, my breathing getting heavier. I closed my eyes, and tough of Wesley, his soothing touch, and his calming voice…
Soon we came upon a place called Aces Public Storage and I immediately knew we were right were we were supposed to be. I let out a sigh of relief, a few more minutes in such a boisterous car with humans who did nothing but discuss things that did not seemed to matter would have had me leashing out on them, and I knew that they would dislike me even more than they did.
As soon as the car came to a halt I got out and breathed deep. Everyone else soon followed. I stood there waiting for Angel to lead the way and he did. He opened up the place and we came upon five automobiles. He called each out by name… One was called a Viper, the other a Lamborghini Diablo, then he pointed to a Ferrari F-50. On the other side he pointed towards a Porsche Cayenne and a car called a Classic Camaro SS.
I was very intrigued by the one called a Diablo for it was blue. I walked up to it and touched, feeling the smoothness of it.
“I shall drive this one because it suits me.” I said looking towards Angel. He gave me a shrug and handed me its keys, then he turned around and walked towards the Viper.
He tossed keys to Gunn who stood next to the Classic Camaro SS and Cordelia who had already claimed the Porsche Cayenne. The last person to take keys was Willow, who took the red Ferrari F-50. I was fascinated by the fact that I had remembered all of the names of the vehicles, even more fascinated still by the feel of the Diablo as I got inside.
Soon, I heard the roar of the other cars coming to life, and I did the same. Feeling the power beneath me of this machine. I smirked looking at the rear view mirror, waiting to get out of this place and back to Wesley.