When I clawed myself out of the haze from the dart this time my eyes immediately snapped open. I didn't have the patience or the time to slowly swim to the surface this time. This time I was just pissed off that I'd been snagged so easily. What the fuck? The minute I turned my back they grabbed my ass again and darted me out. The only thing I ( Read more... )

When I finally got my feet back underneath me it was too late cause I was gettin' shoved into a chair and strapped down. Good times. Almost like prison except we hadn't gotten to group shower time yet. When the bag was ripped off my head I tried to pull myself free but couldn't do it and really I stopped struggling once I realized there a giant ass ( Read more... )

The thing about swimmin' your way back to consciousness is that it usually hurts alot. Y'know, usually you're wakin' up after you've just gotten your ass handed to you and your head pounds wicked bad from bein' knocked out. That was the first thing I noticed when I started to wake up. Nothin' hurt. I was just real sleepy and it was takin' me a long ( Read more... )

"Qua illic est infirmitas permissum illic exsisto vires ( Read more... )

There's something about this guy that's just not....right, Faith can't help but think as she stumbles up to the stranger on the Boston Common that her friend Jimmy had pointed out to her. She wants to party, and Jimmy tells her that this is the guy to go to if you want to get a few spare tabs of acid. Normally Faith would just pick through her mom' ( Read more... )

Fuck. Only sixty minutes to live? That's wicked depressing. Do me a favor? If something happens where I only have an hour left to live? Don't tell me. I don't wanna know that it's coming. Hell, I could just doze off on the couch playin' Playstation and never even know what hit me. Kind've a nice thought, huh? Too bad shit never really works out ( Read more... )

You automatically wanna equate passion with fucking, and let's be honest I got a particular talent in that area. But I'm smart enough to know you can have a passion for just about anything. My mom had a passion for drugs and bad men and destroying herself. Some people might say I take after her but those people don't know jackshit about me. Besides ( Read more... )

I wasn't the kind of girl who did my homework. It used to drive Kate fucking crazy tryin' to get my ass to sit still long enough to read up on whatever monster of the week was lookin' to throw down. I hated it. I figured I'd learn as I went and what I needed to know ahead time I could just beat out of someone/something else. I needed to get my ( Read more... )

People always say that Buffy is the slayer who feels too much, loves too much and it gets in the way of her duty. Faith knows the truth. Buffy hides. Buffy feels too little, shields herself from the pain and maybe that's life experience or maybe it's just the way she was built. For as much as Faith knows about Buffy she's sure she'll never have the ( Read more... )

Thought about takin' Angel's Viper with me but I didn't care. It wasn't going anywhere, just gonna sit right in the driveway. Unless Spike came home and decided to go for a rip or worse yet decided to spring Fred loose. Truth was I wasn't really thinkin' too clearly, just marched past the car and down the road towards Wolfram and Hart. It wasn't a ( Read more... )