It had been a couple of days since the whole thing with Faith. I'd dove back in headfirst to my training and teaching at the school. It kept my mind off everything else. It kept me from thinking about how different my patrolling was now. I'd go out at night, always by myself, and I wouldn't just take the easy kill like usual. I liked to torment them. Play with them and hear them beg for their unlives. It gave me some sick sense of pleasure. Maybe it was left over from my loss of control and my desperate need to regain it. Or maybe it was inside me now. That darkness I felt when she made me a vampire. That need to kill. To show them who had all the power. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it was getting dangerous. But I didn't care. I got off on it. On making them pay for everything I had to go through. I never lasted long though, on dragging it out. I was too impatient. But it was always fun while it lasted. It scared me, the way it made me feel. The way I relished in my power like I'd never relished in it before. Part of me
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"What game?" I replied a little shortly as she just walked right past me and into my living room. 'Come on in' I mouthed silently to the door as I was shutting it before turning back toward her as I headed into the living room, my cardboard box balanced on my hip as I hugged it tightly in the crook of my arm.
"I wasn't avoiding you." I informed her simply. "I was giving you time. It's not like we flew all the way back here when we did just to hang out and spend time together." Because we could have done that in New York. I decided against saying that out loud to her. I guess I was still a little on the side of eggshell walking when it came to her.
She flopped down on my couch, making herself comfortable. Or, as comfortable as she could be considering she looked pretty upset and maybe even a little angry. Taking my favorite, the fainting couch-like lounge thing, I placed the box next to me with a little emphasis.
"But since you're here, is there anything you want to tell me?" I asked, with a slight arch of my eyebrow.
"I called you, Iz. A bunch of times." I told her as I walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. "If you weren't avoiding me then why didn't you call me back? Or you know, answer
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"I've had things going on." I said casually with a small shrug of my shoulders, my hand still on the box. "Things like trying to get my job back, so I can have a life again. Not to mention a car." I didn't mention that that was all to no avail. Calvin Pratt knew how to hold a grudge. I may have been the best assistant in the world, but it didn't matter now.
I didn't even bother to mention that I'd taken a cab and filled out a few waitressing applications. Neither of us were in the mood for that right now. I could just deal with it when the time came.
She seemed to get really nervous all of a sudden, which meant she was probably as guilty as I'd instantly believed she was. And then she tried to play it off like I was stupid or like I didn't know what was up the minute she'd gotten that look on her face.
"Oh, I think you know." I quietly accused. "And if you don't tell me yourself, if you can't be that honest with me, then I really don't think we have a relationship."
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"I wasn't avoiding you." I informed her simply. "I was giving you time. It's not like we flew all the way back here when we did just to hang out and spend time together." Because we could have done that in New York. I decided against saying that out loud to her. I guess I was still a little on the side of eggshell walking when it came to her.
She flopped down on my couch, making herself comfortable. Or, as comfortable as she could be considering she looked pretty upset and maybe even a little angry. Taking my favorite, the fainting couch-like lounge thing, I placed the box next to me with a little emphasis.
"But since you're here, is there anything you want to tell me?" I asked, with a slight arch of my eyebrow.
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I didn't even bother to mention that I'd taken a cab and filled out a few waitressing applications. Neither of us were in the mood for that right now. I could just deal with it when the time came.
She seemed to get really nervous all of a sudden, which meant she was probably as guilty as I'd instantly believed she was. And then she tried to play it off like I was stupid or like I didn't know what was up the minute she'd gotten that look on her face.
"Oh, I think you know." I quietly accused. "And if you don't tell me yourself, if you can't be that honest with me, then I really don't think we have a relationship."
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