Mar 04, 2005 04:47
So here I was in the great city of Cleveland, Ohio. Ok maybe not so great but one can dream can’t they, much better then that prison cell I was in before. Wesley came for my help when Angel lost his soul, he knew I would be the only one who wouldn’t give up on Angel, which I wasn’t. That son of his wanted to dust Angel, wouldn’t allow that to happen. Why? Because Angel was the one person who never gave up on me, and let me tell you something, that meant a lot to me. He showed me the path to redemption, a way to continue living my life without being bad or evil. Not that I didn’t like the whole take want have lifestyle, fitted me good for some time but eventually it will catch up on you. Besides things were going good now fighting on the side of good with B. We have actually gotten somewhat close now, we share something. Well, now we search something with hundreds of others but still me and her had something different that we shared. We were one of the actual chosen, unlike the rest of them. They were handed their power, of course we had to do it to save the world. Although I don’t get as much action these days with so many slayers, which could be nice but I’m always itching for a good fight.
Funny the way life can work out, here I was ms rebel girl of the year, not one for school and now I was a teacher/trainer whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. Faith now had students of her own, girls to look after and take care of. Strange the way they looked up to me. Thought I was some cool slayer, they all looked up to Buffy and me. Well, most of the time they did. Too bad none of them were around in the old days, not that I would want them to see how I was back then. Bet their opinion of me would change.
I always hated it when they seemed to favor me over Buffy, most of them didn’t do that anymore but still a few did. Just like that time before we fought the first. Yea sure B was acting like some tight ass bitch but she was only doing what she had to do. They didn’t realize that. How hard it was for B to carry the weight of the world like that. Me, well I was just ms happy go lucky party girl. Of course I wasn’t as strict on them, I didn’t have as much to worry about. I always did respect B, weather or not I would admit it I always did. Hell, I even wanted her life. Can still remember that time I switched body’s with B, how I fucked her boyfriend Riley up and down like no tomorrow. I sure gave that boy a ride he wouldn’t forget. And then in the Bronze with Spike, can I say major lusting after. I believe I drove him wild that night, wonder what he did later.
I was proud to be at B’s side once again at that final battle. Made me feel like I was needed, like I was actually worthy of something. My life was a complicated life, never had what B had. Guess that’s what drove me off besides the guilt from killing that man. After that I just figured I was bad, why not go down that path. Hell it seemed a lot easier then the path of good. Always having to do what’s right, never doing anything for yourself just for the others, and then getting no thanks for it. Everything went back to Buffy, she was the one wasn’t she.
Once I got that power that she had I understood her better. I understood why she was the way she was, why she treated the girls they way she did. She couldn’t be their friend to be their leader. It doesn’t work out that way. She was the one in charge of them, when leading an army you can’t show emotion. You have to be the one to remain strong because hell you’re the one everyone looks up to. Besides this idea of sharing the power was wicked brilliant. Bet the First never saw that coming.
And here I was just another night out on the local streets. Have some slaying to do, still love the job but don’t get the same feeling anymore. Before I would feel so powerful especially when the vampires had that look of shock that you were a girl kicking their ass. Don’t get that too often now, with what hundreds of other slayer’s running around out there. Seems a lot of the demons have gotten used to that, they prepare themselves better. It was all the same though, same fight same outcome. Just have to know your going to win.
Clad in a pair of red leather pants and a black tank top I continued my way down the street twilling a stake between my digits. “Come on” I sighed “there has to be someone out there.” I haven’t had any really good action in so long, not like the old days. And even if there was some big powerful one we had a school full of slayers ready to fight it. Made me miss the old days somewhat, well, not when I went all evil but when I first came there. Just be the two of us girls going out to fight.
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