It's been awhile...

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Being cast out isn't as great as people make it out to be. I don't feel like a rebel. Nor should I feel like one, I suppose. I feel guilty, my mistake destroyed a lot of lives. Even when I think I'm doing the right thing, I end up doing the wrong thing. And yes, I feel hurt. Hurt because my friends, my chosen family didn't even ask my side of the

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Nearly running back from the bathroom where I retrieved the first aid kit, I make a stop by the liquor cabinet. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, I resume my path back to the sofa. Faith looks rather out of it. Not good. Sucking in some air through my teeth, I kneel down next to her, depositing the box and the whiskey next to me. "Faith?" I ask softly, shaking her a little. Her eyes open, but their not very focused

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"Potential Slayers, yes," I nod at her, tipping the tips of my fingers against my chin thoughtfully. "I wonder hwo they're tracking them down. I know the council has some sort of sacred and mostly secret ritual," I snort. "It could be that they're after the council as well then. Either way, the potentials aren't safe then either." Or their watcher and most likely anyone around them. Such as Buffy's friends in her case