Reflections
Not long after Darla left, or disappeared rather, I reluctantly headed back to my room to be alone. The moment I opened the door I was hit with the reminder of why I'd tried to stay out of here lately. The room was still a mess and things strewn everywhere. Letting out a worthless sigh, I entered the room and shut the door behind me. I must've sat on the bed for at least an hour before I finally decided to get up and clean the room.
As I started picking things up, I thought about the conversations I'd had over the past few days. There was obviously the first with Buffy and Dawn, going over to Wesley's apartment to tell him about Cordelia, and later telling Fred and Gunn the same news. Later that night there was the somewhat long, uncomfortable, yet comforting talk I had with Buffy after we had a few rounds with some vampires who had it coming. Plus, there was the conversations I'd been having with those nice visitors who liked to come to the hotel and ask questions on what we were doing here and about Cordelia. The ones who now, along with Fred, probably thought I was crazy after I followed a ghostly Darla upstairs.
Darla. I'd thought about her occasionally, but never thought I'd be seeing her again for a long while. Though, who was I kidding? Wolfram and Hart had brought her back once as human in order to get to me, so why wouldn't they do it again. Only this time she wasn't human. No, they'd made that mistake once and ended up with a few dead employees in a wine cellar. I doubt they'd give her the opportunity be human again.
Now I had two reasons to think - no, I always had a reason to think they were doing something, but now I had a reason to know they were getting ready to make my life a living hell once again. And this time they thought they could use the ones I cared about? That was one thing I'd had enough of lately. I was tired of Wolfram and Hart, higher power demons, or even the Powers thinking we were just pawns to be toyed with. Now that I knew something was moving over at the firm, I had to do something to keep them from succeeding.
Even if that meant working with people I'd rather not and with those who would as soon see me a pile of dust on their shoes. When I get finished cleaning up around here, I'd either go pay Wolfram and Hart a visit or if that didn't work out I'd force myself to play nice with the people who were fond of guns. One or two of them didn't seem like they wanted to ram a pencil through my heart.
Not long after I'd been cleaning up I heard a quiet knock at the door. Looking around, I wondered if it was the best idea to let anyone see the room like this. A moment later there was another knock followed by a voice - Fred. Sighing, I shook my head and walked over to the door. She was bound to be wondering why I took off up the stairs while talking to an invisible, dead vampire.
I put away a few more things then walked over to the door, opening it slowly. Not only was Fred standing there at the door, but Gunn. Fred's eyes looked at me for a moment then past me to see the room. Worry immediately filled her eyes when she looked back at me. I opened the door wider and nodded for them to come inside the room.
"I'm fine, Fred. Was just doing some cleaning after someone decided to make a little mess."
As I started picking things up, I thought about the conversations I'd had over the past few days. There was obviously the first with Buffy and Dawn, going over to Wesley's apartment to tell him about Cordelia, and later telling Fred and Gunn the same news. Later that night there was the somewhat long, uncomfortable, yet comforting talk I had with Buffy after we had a few rounds with some vampires who had it coming. Plus, there was the conversations I'd been having with those nice visitors who liked to come to the hotel and ask questions on what we were doing here and about Cordelia. The ones who now, along with Fred, probably thought I was crazy after I followed a ghostly Darla upstairs.
Darla. I'd thought about her occasionally, but never thought I'd be seeing her again for a long while. Though, who was I kidding? Wolfram and Hart had brought her back once as human in order to get to me, so why wouldn't they do it again. Only this time she wasn't human. No, they'd made that mistake once and ended up with a few dead employees in a wine cellar. I doubt they'd give her the opportunity be human again.
Now I had two reasons to think - no, I always had a reason to think they were doing something, but now I had a reason to know they were getting ready to make my life a living hell once again. And this time they thought they could use the ones I cared about? That was one thing I'd had enough of lately. I was tired of Wolfram and Hart, higher power demons, or even the Powers thinking we were just pawns to be toyed with. Now that I knew something was moving over at the firm, I had to do something to keep them from succeeding.
Even if that meant working with people I'd rather not and with those who would as soon see me a pile of dust on their shoes. When I get finished cleaning up around here, I'd either go pay Wolfram and Hart a visit or if that didn't work out I'd force myself to play nice with the people who were fond of guns. One or two of them didn't seem like they wanted to ram a pencil through my heart.
Not long after I'd been cleaning up I heard a quiet knock at the door. Looking around, I wondered if it was the best idea to let anyone see the room like this. A moment later there was another knock followed by a voice - Fred. Sighing, I shook my head and walked over to the door. She was bound to be wondering why I took off up the stairs while talking to an invisible, dead vampire.
I put away a few more things then walked over to the door, opening it slowly. Not only was Fred standing there at the door, but Gunn. Fred's eyes looked at me for a moment then past me to see the room. Worry immediately filled her eyes when she looked back at me. I opened the door wider and nodded for them to come inside the room.
"I'm fine, Fred. Was just doing some cleaning after someone decided to make a little mess."