When paths cross.

[justaprophecy]

I wanted to sleep. All I wanted was a few hours to chill and let shit calm down. Especially me. A nice hot bath with fruity oils and a good book just to let all my probs melt out of me.

So I went to the first nightclub I could find.

Screw the bath, I needed release. Nothing's better than being surrounded by people who either want you or want to

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[big_pile_o_dust]

I'd made it t'L.A. and decided the first soddin' thing t'do was get piss-drunk. Went and found myself a nice little bar that I remembered some vamps used t'go and hang out at, and sat down, tryin' t'formulate my plan while I downed Jack Daniels

[justaprophecy]

Right when I thought I was gonna take a tumble backwards the bastard took hold of my wrists, balancing me back safely upon my feet. Whoa. Didn't think I was that trashed. Maybe I drank a little more than I thought.. or the coma thing just really smacked away my tolerance.

"I am watchin' where you're goin', pet, cuz believe me when I say it's a nice view where I'm standin'," a familiar voice said to me which hit me harder than a brick. I snapped my eyes up, lettin' my sight take a minute to focus before my suspicions were found correct. "Well aren't you the smooth talker," I smirked back at him as he released me, rubbin' my wrists. Heh.. if this wasn't a shocker. Last time I saw this guy he was makin' the lusty eyes at B .. well, me rather in another body .. and 'lo and behold lookie who pops up again. Seems he went from the lost and chipped horny puppy to chipped stalker-man extraordinare. Or he could've came here in L.A. to try and join the Faith round-up. "Think of that one all by yourself? A simple 'nice shoes, wanna fuck?'

[big_pile_o_dust]

"Think of that one all by yourself? A simple 'nice shoes, wanna fuck?' woulda done just fine."

Right, then. I nodded a few times before shovin' my hands into my duster pockets, searchin' for my lighter t'play with. "Well, I'll remember t'use that line on you later, then, pet... if it's gettin' you so hot and heavy."

"William the Bloody, yeah? It's Friday night, man..."

Wait, she knew who I was? I knew I was famous, but... didn't figure Faith for the book-learnin' type or what-all. Not from the way Rupert had painted this picture of her bein' some evil version of the little blonde Slayer back at SunnyHell. This should be interestin'...

"Just blowin' off a little steam, y'know? I find it more constructive than crawlin' around in the shadows, watchin' chicks and bein' a stalker. But I guess if I stayed in Sunny-D long enough, got a chip in my head, I'd get bored and bounce around the town spookin' girls, too. Maybe I'd even bleach my hair." "How do you...?" I stepped closer t'her, eyein' her carefully. No one knew 'bout all that shit

[justaprophecy]

"How do you...?" He took a step closer toward me and I didn't budge. Instead I just tilted my head up a little and gave him that little grin of mine. I had to watch him closely though, I could literally see the gears turnin' in that pretty little head of his as it seemed he had to take a moment to collect his thoughts. I'm surprised he didn't put the pieces of the puzzle together yet.. due time though. Maybe he'll pop out the million dollar question.

"Yeah, steam... guess once you've killed someone and escaped custody after playin' Sleepin' fuckin' Beauty all this time, you'd need t'do that... right?""Wow," I replied, faking interest with the whole thumbs-up bit. Gotta say, he's got the balls. Especially for someone who can't hurt anything. "You did your homework, Sparky, I'm impressed." I clapped my hands in exaggeration, tryin' to keep all the negative emo's on the side. Things were about to get interestin' and I didn't want to ruin it so soon. "Get that from the Slayer pals or were you just that curious about me?" I gave a little