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kindred_beings When paths cross. [19 Feb 2005|10:00pm]
[ mood | drunk ]

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 be you while listenin' to a deafening beat that pounds into you harder than a navy boy fresh off the boat. That's just what I had.

After a couple hours of drinks and guys I wound up out on the dance floor again to shake it with another hottie. The sweat glistening on me was the sexy kind.. y'know.. when your body gets so hot and overworked but you don't stop because it just feels so.. damn.. good. This one was definitely into it. Grabbin' on my hips and makin' me grind against him with his face all in my chest, then behind me like he was just goin' to town. He had the moves, I'll credit him that much, but I was waitin' for the finale.

The tempo was like an adrenaline pumped heartbeat that just kept on gettin' more and more exciting. The dancing did the same. Between rythmic dryfucking and the wandering palms it was a wonder either of us stayed dressed at all. He spun me back around to face him again and I obliged by pounding myself against his body, letting him grip on my hair. He jerked my head to the side and that's when I sprang into action. Kicked my foot up and curled it around his neck, pulling him down until he was in a headlock between my legs. Now that was kinda hot. I reached down, snatched the stake carried in my boot, and ducked forward to reach under his chest to find his heart. He burst into dust right as the song thrust into its orgasmic climax. I stood back up, looking as though I'd just had a little climax of my own. "Shit.. I love this song."

Nobody even noticed from the amount of people on the dance floor and the volume of the music. Feeling a bit thirsty again I waded through the bouncing bodies toward the bar. "Yo. Keep. Fill me up," I requested, tapping the empty glass on the counter. I could feel the alcohol I drank before pumpin' right through me, making my head feel like it was takin' on a wild ride. "If I didn't know any better I might take that as an invitation," he replied through a wry grin. I flashed him one of my own. "To each their own, babe."

He finally poured me my drink and that's when I caught a glance of them at the corner of my eye. Two fuckin' cops casin' the joint. That was my cue to leave. I took one last sip and left the loser a tip because I just felt that nice.. 'sides, didn't want anyone getting too suspicious. Hell, I'm even surprised it wasn't B and her brigade of superhero friends. That was a shocker. If they were really lookin' for me they should know I'd be here or in one of the many hundreds of nightclubs that they have goin' around here in L.A. ... huh. Guess it was like lookin' for a needle in a haystack.

I walked out of the club with a shakin' of my hips, yanking one of those WANTED posters of me off the wall along the way. Seemed to always have one of those in these highly populated parts.. if I keep myself layin' low long enough though, that should die out soon. I know that's what B is countin' on.. she knows I like to make myself known that I'm around because I'm not too keen on the staying quiet thing. Well, not this time. I may be spontanious but I'm not fuckin' stupid.

Yeah, I'm slowly beginning to realize this shit wasn't going to be so bad.. I was feelin' five by five again. Confident, to pin-point the word. If I want, the City of Angels could still be mine. Never know. I could even catch a ride and get myself some other town away from this place.. untouched by Buffy and Soul Boy. No one would know me and it'd be another fresh new start. Well, minus the law of course. I know they'll be lookin' for me for a while but at least not this hard after they figure out they can't get their hands on me. That was still a big problem though.. didn't know what the fuck to do about that right now. Not the fact I was scared of bein' caught but more of how much I'm gonna be bored on them chasin' me. Gets pretty dull after awhile.

Crumplin' up the piece of paper I threw it in the nearby trashcan, wondering just how many of those I was gonna see tonight. Did I care? Not really. I was drunk and lovin' the life right now. When I spun around I found my face stuck in some guys' chest. "Hey!" I snapped, shoving him roughly away from me without bothering to think or look to see who it might be. "Blind or somethin'? Watch where I'm goin'!"

1 stake through the heart | stake me

kindred_beings It's so much simplier than change.. [16 Feb 2005|12:03pm]
[ mood | anxious ]

"I have to take this guy out. The guy with the gun up there will go for me.. you stay here." Buffy told me and fuck me, I said 'okay'. I sat there and watched her with confusion as she went lungin' toward the skylight to the tackle the bastard down -- keeping me out the line of fire. What the hell did she think she was doing? Not even eight minutes ago she was askin' me to give her a reason on why she shouldn't throw me off this roof and right now I wish she did. The big question was 'why'. After everything I put her and her friends through there she was throwing herself into the limelight to help me. After all I put Angel and Wesley through, there they were throwing themselves in the way to help me. Like I wasn't feeling guilty enough? Between all the sorries and thank-yous that I was supposed to catch up on I didn't deserve this. This was supposed to be my punishment.

I tightened my grip around the strap of my bag that still managed to cling upon my shoulder through all this shit. That's right, I packed to blow this joint.. I couldn't hang here anymore. I felt that. I'm sure somewhere in there Soul Boy could feel it too. The ammends I was supposed to make weren't good enough.. and I realize now they're never going going to be. Maybe for them but not for me. Angel asked if I felt sorry.. if I could even say it. What's that supposed to feel like? I tried to say sorry once but what happened? Oh right, she threatened to beat the crap out of me. I was distracted the moment Angel burst through the skylight and onto the skid of the chopper and that's when I decided to make my move. Quick as I could I leapt down to the fire escape and hurried down to the street below, listening to the sound of the fight fade more and more the farther I ran. When it was barely a whisper in my ears I stopped to catch my breath, looking back where I'd just come.

"Thanks," I muttered as if trying the word on for size. It didn't really fit well.

Angel couldn't help me. B couldn't do it, either. Not like this when I could still picture myself ripping their throats out. Fuck, could the cops? Hell no. I know the moment I turn myself in I'll get that wicked urge to just run again like I'm doin' now. I'm a Slayer.. they don't make jail cells for those types. If I were to do that I'd have to control myself and that's something I couldn't do right now.. I'm just not strong enough. Not right now anyway. I highly doubt I'm ever going to be. Violence; it was in my blood. Not just from the pile of shit I made for myself which adds more to the norm but the Slayer mojo too. It was there.. I could feel it. I could feel it bubbling right beneath my skin just waiting to explode on me. I tightened my fists.

"Well, you're quite welcome there, missy," came a man's voice from somewhere beside me. I turned to look at a torn-up thug walking toward me. Oh, this is great. "Look, man," I said with an excusing chuckle in my voice, "You don't wanna do this." I didn't want to.. not this soon.

"Oh you got no idea how bad I wanna do this," he answered back without slowing his approach even a step. The minute his hand was on my shoulder I had his wrist in a lock. It was all instinct and I didn't stop to fuckin' think about it. His gasp from the pain never finished in the quickness I had him turned around and his neck snapped. I dropped him to the pavement. I didn't want to look his way, keeping my sight tuned on where B and Angel were. "Sorry," I said as sincerely as I could, my teeth clenched tight together. Man was I a let down.

... but I still felt nothing. No remorse.. not anything. Is this is how I'm supposed to be.. just like this?

Guess I was the fucked up one after all. Angel couldn't see it, but B could. With a breath taken in I picked my bag back up, slung it over my shoulder, and continued my walk down the street further away from where Angel and Buffy could find me. Didn't know what rocky path I was 'bout to walk on but right now I couldn't fuckin' care.. it was so much easier this way than caring. The pain was much more less and that is what I wanted.

There was no turnin' back now.

stake me

city_of_angel I don't need to be. [05 Jan 2005|11:36pm]
[ mood | lost ]

The streets were black to me now. Darker than I remember 'em, at least. Both hands clung to the single shoulder strap of the bag on my back. It was the only thing I needed for the minimal shit I counted on to survive, 'specially on the streets of L.A. Yep, I found myself back here yet again. I started feelin' like a ghost on the highway. Nobody knew I was there, yet I just kept wanderin' it back and forth between Sunny-D and L.A. lookin' for somethin' that, deep down, I had a feeling I wasn't gonna find. Belonging places for girls like me just don't exist. Who that girl was I was still tryin' to piece together and figure it out. I got most of it.. but I can't help but feel there's a hole inside me.

I stopped by one of the burning barrels that you could find 'round here most the time just to warm up my hands. The licking flames reminded me of my track record I remembered so far. Each movement the fire made was inconsistent, undecided, and completely unpredictable. Just like me, to date. Couldn't fit in with Soulboy's crew, so I high-tailed it back to Sunny-D. B bit the big one so I hung for a while, then she came back n' shit started getting all weird again. I was shoved to the back burner until I couldn't fit in with B's crew, either. Not t' mention it was like every time I turned around there were whispers 'bout me goin' on behind my back. I'll probably never be trusted by them again. Not that I can blame 'em or anything.. it's just I wish people could feel what it's like to be in Faith's shoes for once.

The scene that happened in Sunny-D came back to me instantly.. with no other than the Big Cheese himself.

Never be like her.Collapse )

So I took to the highway and came back to L.A. Why the fuck? I dunno. It's like the only other place I'm familiar with, y'know? I just didn't know what I was gonna do while I was here. Again. Again, again, again. Seein' a pattern here? I sure as hell do.

"Hey, sweetcheeks! Yer in my fire!" Came some raspy voice from one of the heaps of homeless guys littering the sidewalks.

"Chill it, old man," I fired back, lowering my eyes in a disgruntled manner when I looked at him. "I'm jus' warmin' my hands. That's it. Give me a moment and I'll jet."

"Well c'mon over 'ere an' I can warm yer hands up right nice!" He said and started undoing his pants.

I tweaked my lip and I shook my head with a look of disgust and made the easy decision to move on. When I was right beside him I couldn't help but give him a small kick -- not enough to 'cause real damage, but enough to make him think twice on comin' after me. Only question now was.. well.. where was I goin'? Half of me was tuggin' to go back to Soulboy land and give him news I'm sure he'd love to know, but then there was the other part of me that held on so tight I could not even make a step toward that direction.

So I just walked.. paying no attention to where I was goin'.

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