As reluctant as my tour guide seemed to be I was glad to have a little time with him on my own, if I could just get my mind up to the task of unraveling this guy. What is his deal? His lack of interest both frustrates and intrigues me, what is his type? If I'd learned anything it was that every man could be played, you just had to find the right game.
He opened a door and the both of us stepped into the ugliest room I'd ever seen in my life. And thus my nightmare begins. I had completely decided that the worst thing about this job was having to pretend that I'm poor. I couldn't imagine what it would be like if I actually was poor...
"You know, maybe you should just sleep in my room or something..."
Well now, that's much better...
"uh, not that I'm gonna be in there, I get to watch all the pretty pictures the surveillance cameras take tonight so sleep isn't my privilege."Damn it. I should have known this wasn't going to be easy. He points out his room and smiles, and I smile back, making sure not to forget myself and make
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She gave me a look over and I shifted my weight from one leg to the other uncomfortably.
"...depends on what's for breakfast, I suppose..."I guess she noticed what she'd implied as she turned a shade of scarlet and broke eye contact. I smiled and bit my lip before pretending for her sake that I'd missed the implication
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I was enjoying all this probably just a little more than I should have, but it'd been awhile since I'd been so mentally challenged. Every step forward was like a little victory.
He got my attention with that question, my eyes lifting to meet his again. I knew alot about slayers, not from being taught but from what I could get my hands on to read. What I'd seen is that there were two types of girls who were called, those that fell by the wayside, and those who stood out. I'd studied the difference bettween those girls.
"well...I'm strong on inside, too...it's less about punching and kicking and more about being able to take the strain."
Like Nicki. Girls like me and her didn't do death wishes, death wishes were beneath us. We were born with the strength of will to carry a burden...blah blah blah...you get the picture.
"How about you? I've never met a demon hunter who was in this business just for the heck of it."
No, in fact, most of them had giant chips on thier shoulders.
"How about you? I've never met a demon hunter who was in this business just for the heck of it.""Well, they took a lot away from me the vampires have. I only think it fair I do the same. Of course there's the greater good but there's no reason I shouldn't delight in the death of the evil ones
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Sitting straight up on my bed the nightmare woke me out of my slumber. The same nightmare that I had last night and the night before. Usually, I don't sleep...I hate seeing the same horrible scene play out night after night.Most of the time I sat up through the night staring at the security monitors.
Getting up out of my bed I wandered barefoot through the hideout. I could hear talking down the hall so I headed there. Just inside of the door I could see King and Sam talking.
"thanks though. This is a bonafide upgrade from my usual living space."
"This is an upgrade?...wow. Hope I am not interrupting anything."
I pushed the long hair back over my shoulders and looked at King
"Can't sleep at night." Picking up an old deck of playing cards off of a table I waved them at the two of them "How 'bout a game of poker?"
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He opened a door and the both of us stepped into the ugliest room I'd ever seen in my life. And thus my nightmare begins. I had completely decided that the worst thing about this job was having to pretend that I'm poor. I couldn't imagine what it would be like if I actually was poor...
"You know, maybe you should just sleep in my room or something..."
Well now, that's much better...
"uh, not that I'm gonna be in there, I get to watch all the pretty pictures the surveillance cameras take tonight so sleep isn't my privilege."Damn it. I should have known this wasn't going to be easy. He points out his room and smiles, and I smile back, making sure not to forget myself and make ( ... )
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"...depends on what's for breakfast, I suppose..."I guess she noticed what she'd implied as she turned a shade of scarlet and broke eye contact. I smiled and bit my lip before pretending for her sake that I'd missed the implication ( ... )
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He got my attention with that question, my eyes lifting to meet his again. I knew alot about slayers, not from being taught but from what I could get my hands on to read. What I'd seen is that there were two types of girls who were called, those that fell by the wayside, and those who stood out. I'd studied the difference bettween those girls.
"well...I'm strong on inside, too...it's less about punching and kicking and more about being able to take the strain."
Like Nicki. Girls like me and her didn't do death wishes, death wishes were beneath us. We were born with the strength of will to carry a burden...blah blah blah...you get the picture.
"How about you? I've never met a demon hunter who was in this business just for the heck of it."
No, in fact, most of them had giant chips on thier shoulders.
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Getting up out of my bed I wandered barefoot through the hideout. I could hear talking down the hall so I headed there. Just inside of the door I could see King and Sam talking.
"thanks though. This is a bonafide upgrade from my usual living space."
"This is an upgrade?...wow. Hope I am not interrupting anything."
I pushed the long hair back over my shoulders and looked at King
"Can't sleep at night." Picking up an old deck of playing cards off of a table I waved them at the two of them "How 'bout a game of poker?"
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