It turned out that Ramos was indeed a very powerful warlock. The security around his office annex penthouse were excessive. I was lucky though, having died gave me some power as well. It’s true after all what they say, when you die something changes. The talent for magic inside me that had laid dormant for most of the time had broken free. Not that I used it much, too much magic would lead to addiction and that was the last thing I needed
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Okay, maybe this wasn't sucha good idea, but it has to work! I wanna see what Mom does for a living and apparently this Ramos guy is in the way and Daddy always said that you stick up for family and protect them
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There was something about this girl. Something familiar. Something I couldn't put my finger on. Her eyes maybe, or the way she held herself, or the way she stuck out her chin. Then again, in the earlier days I kept thinking I was Angel, or Gunn, or Cordy or... even Spike. Never Fred though. Fred was dead. And never Lilah. A chance that had come and gone, hurt to much to think about
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The man grabs my arm and I gasp out, trying to free myself from his grip. Ewww, his breath smells. Yuck. "I am going to see him, he's hurting my mother and I don't like it!"
He starts pulling at me and I use my free hand to reach into my pocket, my fingers coming around the plastic of the shocker that Daddy gave me. "Let goa me or I'm so gonna hurt you!" My eyes welled up as I yelled at him, trying to struggle free.
Daddy always told me that I shouldn't use it unless I felt like I had to. I didn't know what was going on but I knew that I had to get away from this man with the bad breath before he ruined everything.
"I don't have to answer anything you ask me, sir." I always have to be polite, Mommy taught me that, even when you're upset you smile and please someone anyway you can.
With another effort I try to wrench my arm from his grip, glaring up at him and holding the zapper - tazer I think - in my hand up to him.
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He starts pulling at me and I use my free hand to reach into my pocket, my fingers coming around the plastic of the shocker that Daddy gave me. "Let goa me or I'm so gonna hurt you!" My eyes welled up as I yelled at him, trying to struggle free.
Daddy always told me that I shouldn't use it unless I felt like I had to. I didn't know what was going on but I knew that I had to get away from this man with the bad breath before he ruined everything.
"I don't have to answer anything you ask me, sir." I always have to be polite, Mommy taught me that, even when you're upset you smile and please someone anyway you can.
With another effort I try to wrench my arm from his grip, glaring up at him and holding the zapper - tazer I think - in my hand up to him.
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