Flying Monkeys

[oh_dear]

I didn't know if it was embarrassment, or shargrin, or if any verb would be a good enough feeling for this. Somehow, I'd allowed the bloody flying monkeys to make off with me, and take me away from where I was needed. Sunnydale

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[angelbuffy]

With just my luck, A vampire had followed me, obviously thinking that he was something of worth. I could tell that it was a he because of the stride. My old watcher back in Cleveland, before he sent me to this Godforsaken place, this place that seemed to need more than a slayers help that didn't want to be there. Well my old watcher taught me a lot of stuff, when he was around, that is

[oh_dear]

I looked out the tiny window. It was Buffy Summers the new slayer.

"Buffy!" I croaked, lack of water making my throat dry and screaming unbearable. I tried again, "Ms. Summers!" She might have heard me.

I slowly slipped the note, made of an old recipt and blood out the window. If she didn't find it, or one of my enemies did, I was sure to perish inside this roomy, but just as sealed, coffin.

[angelbuffy]

"Yes, the plan was to kill the master. But now, Now the plan is to keep me here, and kill these worthless vampires. Just...great."

I was talking to myself, I couldn't help it. I had to talk to myself, because what else was there to be doing? Besides killing these things, and finding Angel. Or remnants of him.

I couldn't get him out of my head. Angel, a vampire with a soul. I wasn't really sure how the hell he'd managed that one, or managed to save me for that matter. But I knew what I felt, it wasn't feelings. It couldn't be. I wasn't taught that way. What I felt for him was..

Well, pity.

I kept walking, till I heard a croak...ish voice. I looked around, and I was led to the crypt. Big crypt. I heard my name, and when I walked up to a window, I was too short to see inside the tiny thing. I read the note and a small smile came to my face, I really couldn't help it.

A few seconds went by before I kicked the door a few times to see if I could break the lock.

Of course I could.

"What the hell?"

[oh_dear]

"Ms. Summers, it's nice to see you." I tried to stand, but I'd been in here too long, and my legs were a tad weak.

"Would you believe flying monkeys?"