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What had been black slowly transformed itself into the darkest of greys. The grey kept turning brighter, so bright it hurt. Bringing a hand up to cover my eyes I felt so sore, tired, dead. Wait, dead? What had happened? Shielding my eyes I slowly opened my eyes, finding myself in a room at the hotel. Faith, where was she?
Not here. Of course, why would she care if I were alive or dead. All that she wanted from me was a quick screw. Which I had been giving her, until--
Fred. That was why I had wanted to die. She had come in and told us, how wrong we were. Ironic, coming from the girl who was apparently occupying her time with Spike. Scowling at the thought I felt the skin stretch around my stitching and I winced. What right did they have to prevent my death? The hell with this, I shall do as I please. Attempting to sit up I managed to swing one leg over the edge of the mattress.
"Where the hell do you think your going?" The voice caused me to freeze.
Not here. Of course, why would she care if I were alive or dead. All that she wanted from me was a quick screw. Which I had been giving her, until--
Fred. That was why I had wanted to die. She had come in and told us, how wrong we were. Ironic, coming from the girl who was apparently occupying her time with Spike. Scowling at the thought I felt the skin stretch around my stitching and I winced. What right did they have to prevent my death? The hell with this, I shall do as I please. Attempting to sit up I managed to swing one leg over the edge of the mattress.
"Where the hell do you think your going?" The voice caused me to freeze.