Would you believe me if I said I'm tired of this?
"It's a beautiful day, Faith. Aren't you ever going to get out of bed?" I heard a smooth voice come from behind me. With a lazy grin on my face, I rolled over on the silk sheets and saw Robin sitting next to me.
"Do I have to? I'd rather stay here." I said wickedly, reaching a hand up I grabbed his arm and tugged him down onto the bed beside me. One pale hand ran down the dark smooth skin of his chest. Never thought I could have something like this. Something that was just mine, and I didn't have to run from it.
"We already did that all morning, aren't you worn out, yet?" His smile matched mine as he looked down at me.
"Slayer strength, baby. I never get tired." Damn, he should know that already. He already had a hard enough time keepin' up with me.
"Well, I'd love to but I have work...." His mouth gaped open and I looked down and saw a large gunshot wound in his stomach.
"Robin?" I narrowed my eyes, watching him as he fell to a bloody heap on the sheets. That's when I saw Wesley standing behind him, shotgun in hand. In his other hand was a needle. I knew what was in that, and I wasn't gonna do it again.
"Get away from me!" I yelled at him, as he walked closer, needle in hand. Angelus stood behind him, a wicked smirk crossing his features.
"Take your medicine like a good girl, Faithy."
My eyes opened, and then shut again quickly.
"Damn." I muttered under my breath, my hand going to my head. One killer headache, check. Add that to feelin' seriously disoriented and that was pretty much how I was feelin' right now. Opening my eyes again slowly I realized I was laying on the concrete, surrounded by steel bars.
"Wesley?" He must have brought me down here. Good thinkin', watcherman. Cause me? Not so much a fan of wakin' up in some random alleyway somewhere with this kinda headache. All of the muscles and joints in my body screamed in pain as I grabbed onto the bars and pulled myself to my feet. Looking through the bars I could see Wes sitting on a chair, staring at me with an expressionless look on his face.
"Do I have to? I'd rather stay here." I said wickedly, reaching a hand up I grabbed his arm and tugged him down onto the bed beside me. One pale hand ran down the dark smooth skin of his chest. Never thought I could have something like this. Something that was just mine, and I didn't have to run from it.
"We already did that all morning, aren't you worn out, yet?" His smile matched mine as he looked down at me.
"Slayer strength, baby. I never get tired." Damn, he should know that already. He already had a hard enough time keepin' up with me.
"Well, I'd love to but I have work...." His mouth gaped open and I looked down and saw a large gunshot wound in his stomach.
"Robin?" I narrowed my eyes, watching him as he fell to a bloody heap on the sheets. That's when I saw Wesley standing behind him, shotgun in hand. In his other hand was a needle. I knew what was in that, and I wasn't gonna do it again.
"Get away from me!" I yelled at him, as he walked closer, needle in hand. Angelus stood behind him, a wicked smirk crossing his features.
"Take your medicine like a good girl, Faithy."
My eyes opened, and then shut again quickly.
"Damn." I muttered under my breath, my hand going to my head. One killer headache, check. Add that to feelin' seriously disoriented and that was pretty much how I was feelin' right now. Opening my eyes again slowly I realized I was laying on the concrete, surrounded by steel bars.
"Wesley?" He must have brought me down here. Good thinkin', watcherman. Cause me? Not so much a fan of wakin' up in some random alleyway somewhere with this kinda headache. All of the muscles and joints in my body screamed in pain as I grabbed onto the bars and pulled myself to my feet. Looking through the bars I could see Wes sitting on a chair, staring at me with an expressionless look on his face.