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[fredburkle]

It had been a really nice day. Wesley took me outside and we went and ate somewhere and oh wow, the food was so good. After we ate we went to the park and I pushed him on the swings and we laughed and it was...it was really nice. And then, we came back to the hotel and Faith was here and there's a vampire baby and we all might die. I really don't

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[__visiongal]

"Geez, heart attack much!" I yell, thankful that the training with Angel pre-insano period taught me something about fighting. Not that I'm actually fighting with Fred, per-se - but it's better than being struck on the already sore head by crazy Texan chick.

"Could you be a little more jumpier?" I scowl, before shaking off the residual crankiness. It's not Fred's fault that I'm... Cranky. That would be down to a certain manpire. And a certain slayer whose name I won't mention for some reason that I can't think of-- No, wait, I really can.

"Hey! You came out of your room!" It's nice to see Fred among the land of the living - I'd almost forgotten what she looked like during all the what, four glimpses?

[fredburkle]

It was only Cordy! Oh..that..that was a big relief! I grimaced and ducked my head, "I'm sorry Cordy...I just...after hearing Faith tell me and Wesley about Angel and the baby and all the stuff that was going on...I was...am...a little nervous."

I leaned in and glanced at her head, "You're ok, right? I...didn't hurt you did I?" I wasn't very strong, so Cordelia should be ok. My stomach growled again, louder this time, and I blushed, laughing nervously. "That's why I came out of my room...I'm really hungry."

I glanced around the lobby. It seemed to be empty, but you just never knew. There could be an evil fiend hiding behind a chair ready to jump out and grab us and kill us both dead before we had a chance to holler. I tip-toed to the chair and peeked behind it. Phew. No monster there.

I saw Cordelia eyeing me and I gave her a bright smile, "Just..just checking for bad guys..."

[__visiongal]

The mention of Angel and Faith sours my mood again almost instantly. Why is it that whenever I think of those two I want to hit things? Or maybe throw them up against the wall and--

"You're ok, right? I...didn't hurt you did I?"

"What? Oh, no. I'm good." And sorta thankful that I didn't have vision-brain, 'cause if Fred had hit me in the head with that? I might have had to kill her. And she seemed kinda sweet to kill her in the first week.

Her stomach growled and Fred blushed profusely, practically shrinking back into the recesses of her clothes. "That's why I came out of my room...I'm really hungry."

"And that's why we have the biiiig industrial kitchen," I say with a smile, pointing towards the area I, like, NEVER use. "Help yourself."

She tip-toes away from me, making me wonder if I spoke or not, and I watch as she peers behind a chair, an odd sort of relieved look on her face when she pulls back.

"Just..just checking for bad guys..."Ohhh-kay. Did Angel not explain about how safe the hotel was? Or the weapons

[fredburkle]

I nodded at her. She was right, the lobby sure was filled with weapons. I glanced at the weapons cabinet and then back at Cordy, "Yeah, but don't you have to know how to, you know, use the weapons so you can kill the bad things that might get in here? And...how often do bad things get in here...that you have to kill?"

I didn't want to be around when any bad things got in that needed killing, unless Wesley and Angel and Gunn and maybe like, an entire army were around. I glanced at the kitchen, "Do lots of things get in there that need killin'? Cause...I mean, if it's safest in there...and since I'm hungry. We...we could go in there, right?"

I was starving and all this talk of evil things and killing things and dying and me getting hacked up like a Christmas goose was making me shaky. We started walking to the kitchen as I asked, "So....is there a lot of food in here? Maybe some tacos? Or...hotdogs or something?"