At the Fourth Sin (NFB)

[lesssexthanmiho]

Becky sighed as she headed up the stairs just after curfew, and flipped a lock of hair out of her face. She reached the dark hallway that led to her room, and dug the key to her bedroom out of her pocket with a cursory glance back towards the stairs.

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[notstakedyet]

Though she could've sworn nobody had been there a moment ago, there was now a familiar pale face that stood out in the darkness.

"If it isn't the girl with weapons," Angelus said, giving her a friendly smile.

[lesssexthanmiho]

It took Becky approximately 1.5 seconds to flip her switchblade out and hold it out in front of her, dropping back into a natural, defensive posture.

She relaxed only slightly when she realized who it was. "Well, I'm nothing if not aptly named," she smiled. "Thought you skipped town?"

[notstakedyet]

"That was one theory," Angelus stayed where he was, neither frightened nor insulted by the show of strength. "Another is that I didn't."

[lesssexthanmiho]

"Uh huh. What are you doing here?" Becky asked, tilting her head and still smiling, but not lowering the blade.

[notstakedyet]

"Depends on how you count it," Angelus said. "If we do the math from this year back to the year I was born, I'm over 250. If we start working in the wackiness that is multiple dimensions, differing timelines, and an oh so amusing stint in hell..." he shrugged. "Fuck knows."

[lesssexthanmiho]

"Interesting," Becky said, her brows shooting up. "You don't look it. And I feel very, very young now," she added, her lips curling into a coy smile.

[notstakedyet]

"Ooo," his dark eyes grew more appraising. "And how young are you, sweetheart?"

[lesssexthanmiho]

"Eighteen last April, but who's counting?" She tilted her head at him, and took another drag on her cigarette.