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And I feel nothing.....not sane

May 07, 2005 01:09

I was like a shadow, a ghost haunting some random cabin in the desert of New Mexico. Did exactly what he told me to do and stayed the hell out of his way. Anytime he came into a room I was in, I just clung to the wall and moved to the next one, hopin' he'd be busy doin' whatever it was he did. Sometimes I heard him tinkering around in the kitchen, ( Read more... )

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wickedslayer May 8 2005, 04:26:57 UTC

Sniffing, I had to fight hard to hold back the tears. It wasn't me. It wasn't just me, because I was wrong and bad. It happened to her too, and Spike was human now. Was he psychotic too? She sounded wicked good for someone who'd been tied up in the trunk for a week. Except stuff like that didn't happen to B. Just to me. I was special like that ( ... )

psycho_angelus May 8 2005, 04:59:19 UTC

Fucking head hurt. Opened one eye and winced at the sunlight that was still coming through the window. Drugs were wearing off again. Hated when that happened because it just made me want to smash the shit out of something. Looked down at the blanket that was covering me and snorted. She puts that on me after what I've done? Faith must be halfway to crazy land by now. I tossed it to the side and walked towards the training room. A little exercise might just kick this headache to the curb ( ... )

wickedslayer May 8 2005, 05:13:48 UTC

I thought I heard something, and just as I was about to turn I got smashed in the side of the head. Doubling over, I felt the wind get knocked from me. Could hear him in the background talkin' to B. God, I hoped she'd hurry. But why would she? Why would she even care? Gasping in deep breathes, I tightened my fingers across the crowbar in my hand just as the phone smashed into my back ( ... )

psycho_angelus May 8 2005, 05:27:41 UTC

A crowbar. That explained the poor box. I liked that box, we could have had so much fun together and this stupid bitch spoiled it. Now it was ina million pieces all over the floor and just like poor Humpty Dumpty, it couldn't be fixed. If I break her, can I put Faithy back together again? Only one way to find out. I smile and take a step forward, my fingers sliding slightly on the handle of the stick.

I can't kill her. Need to keep her alive and with most of her body parts still attached. She's absolutely terrified of me, and I haven't even got started yet. Made me wish I could smell the fear. All I knew was the yelling was making my head pound worse, and I was going to make her shut the fuck up ( ... )

wickedslayer May 8 2005, 05:50:13 UTC

Breathing hard, I tried so hard to keep it together, fueled by rage. That was what he wanted, right? He wanted Faith the rage cage girl come out to play. Pretty little nutcase with nothin' left to lose. Fine. Maybe I'd start out on his ass. Triumphant little smirk on my face when I caught him straight in the chest with the sharp end of the crowbar. I'd get his throat! Go right for the jugular ( ... )

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psycho_angelus May 9 2005, 03:07:41 UTC

I listened to her scream and swear for a while before curling up on the bed and falling asleep. Faith woke me up a couple of times, but then she would quiet back down, and I drifted off again. When I finally rose from the mattress, she had been inside of the chest for a few hours. I listened but didn't hear any more screams. Maybe she'd run out of air and suffocated. That would be a real bummer ( ... )

prodigal_slayer May 9 2005, 04:30:02 UTC

When the lid to the trunk opened I gasped in a mouthful of air. I was sure I was dyin' slowly in there, trapped for as long as I was and all my limbs had long ago gone numb. Couldn't get comfortable in a space that small even if you tried. I'd cried so much I didn't think I could cry anymore and then the cycle started over again. Just like Sisyphus. My simple saving grace was all the way in Southern California, but at least I knew she was on her way ( ... )

psycho_angelus May 9 2005, 05:13:32 UTC

Sure, she'd behave for a few minutes, then I'd have to watch my ass before Faith stuck a knife between my ribs. I should just close the lid and leave her here for Buffy to find. Go out, have some fun, then return to LA and kill Soulboy. Except I wanted her with me when I did that. Just so I could see the look on her face ( ... )

prodigal_slayer May 9 2005, 06:17:12 UTC

He helped me sit up and I winced a little as the feeling started to return to my arms and legs. Like little pinpricks pressing in at all sides. Fuck, that hurt alot. I hated when that happened and it'd been happenin' a lot to me lately. Slowly I rubbed the feeling back into my arms and eyed him with an angry glare. I wanted to lash out at him again so badly I could barely contain myself. Then he said something about my mother and I immediately snapped to attention ( ... )

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psycho_angelus May 13 2005, 01:12:44 UTC

Gentle and nice were two words that shouldn't be applied to people like us, and yet it was happening. We were both so used to fast, hard, painful, get it done right fucking now, that this felt like a whole new experience. And the weird thing? I liked it. She was doing exactly liked I asked, making me feel damn good ( ... )

prodigal_slayer May 13 2005, 05:15:03 UTC

He kept sayin' it. Only you, Faith. Just me, cause suddenly I was important or something in some way that I didn't even understand really. Special, right? Not like it would be if B came back for me. He was right, she'd show up and haul me off then she'd find out about that guard and then what? Would she hand me back over to the cops now that I didn't have slayer powers? I was a wanted fugitive. Why would Buffy ever help me? Why would she ever want me? She'd find out what I did and it didn't matter what I said, she'd hate me. She always hated me ( ... )

psycho_angelus May 13 2005, 05:42:24 UTC

She's thinking about something, the emotions on her face keep changing. It's like looking into a river, you never see the same thing twice. But whatever was bothering her soon passed and she was watching me again. The rest of the world didn't exist right now, just the two of us ( ... )

prodigal_slayer May 13 2005, 06:02:56 UTC

His warm arms suddenly fell away from my body and I could see his fingers clasping the sheets. Better the sheets than my skin even though his touch had become something of a comfort. Because it was still something, and it wasn't prison guards. Prison guards didn't give two shits about me, Angel said I was special. I was the only one who could do this for him. His back arched and my mouth met his against as I felt the wave start to push over me and through my skin.

My lips fell open and I moaned into his mouth loudly when I finally hit the peak. My muscles clamped down around him and I had to pull my mouth from his just so I could hear my own moan. Burying my face in his neck, I clenched my fingernails down on his back as I came.

Finally I let go and felt my heartbeat starting to slow along with my breath. But I was supposed to do something, say something. Shit. Still writhing against him I had to fake it a little bit, but I was still wicked spent so I didn't have to fake it that much. "Angel..." I mumured "....us." Fuck.

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psycho_angelus May 15 2005, 21:42:52 UTC

If Buffy was like Faith... she shouldn't be too much of a problem. Buffy always was the weaker of the two, I could use that to my advantage. "I know she will, but she's got to catch me first. She doesn't know where we are going, or how we are getting there." Not unless one of us tells her. That might be fun. We could play 'catch me if you can'. "Of course when the others find out that I'm loose, they'll want to stop me too. It'll be what happened in Europe all over again, with me staying one step ahead of the people who want to take my ass down ( ... )

wickedslayer May 16 2005, 03:24:22 UTC

He forgot to the mention the cops. They were gonna be after us for sure. A serial killer and an escaped convinct on the loose? Oh yeah, there'd be heat on our asses in no time. We were gonna have to lay low. Why did I think layin' low wasn't his style and this was gonna be a serious problem? B wasn't even the big problem, not since she became another Joe Normal like the rest of us. What was she gonna do? Whine at us til Angelus gave up? Didn't really think that'd be very effective ( ... )

psycho_angelus May 16 2005, 04:05:23 UTC

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