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And I would have stayed up with you all night had I known how to save a life
by Buffy Summers (littlebufferin)
at January 28th, 2007 (11:36 pm)
current song: How to Save a Life - The Fray

Everything that has been adding up has been more than kinda wierd. Something was definately up and it just now came to me as I stared at Faith laying in the hospital bed. The hair pulling? Okay, that was creepy, especially since there was nobody there, but now - there had to be. There was no way I was alone in this room. Well, besides Faith. I know it's crazy, but I mean ... 'We're still here?' I saw that on the paper. I don't really know about the whole Funky Town thing, but I'm pretty sure that was probably for him. Or maybe it was both for him, but - something wasn't right. And now he was gone.


I took off after him, looking in rooms as I passed them until finally I saw him in one of the rooms, standing at the end of the bed, looking at ... someone. I walked in slowly and gave him a look. He looked like he was deep in thought, so I didn't say anything even though I really wanted to. But, I waited while he ... did whatever he was doing. Was she really here? I mean, not there, but just ... around. For some reason I wanted to ask out loud if she was here, but I really didn't want to look crazy. Then again, the hair pulling and throwing of paper ... which I doubt was that guy is crazy enough.

Finally, he looked over at me and I walked in the rest of the way.

"Something is going on and I want to know what you think that paper means. I mean, apparently, someone just 'wrote' it out of thin air and you took it so fast and was gone."

Raising my eyebrow, I looked at him and crossed my arms over my chest. "The paper said that we're still here. Two people? Maybe ... I mean, you were ..." I looked down and shook my head.

"Is Faith, my um, friend - I just want to know what's going on. I can help. Whatever it is because I'm thinking it's something big but it's okay because I'm the person that stops big things from happening." Well, I was. And he was looking at me like I was crazy, but right now? I didn't care. I just didn't.

Call my name and save me from the dark
by Faith Lehane (goaskmalice)
at January 28th, 2007 (02:57 am)
current song: Bring Me To Life- Evanescence

Me and B, on the road all grown up and fancy free, watcher free, whichever. G-Man had the Watcher's Council back up and runnin', brand spanking new but me and B never really played well with authority figures. I couldn't really dig on the whole watcher thing so I figured hangin' around Europe and fucking my hottie ex-high school principal would be worth stickin' around for. Let's just say, there's a reason I don't do the whole relationship thing. I suck at it. I suck at relationships almost as much as Buffy sucked at being a normal girl. Go figure. All the girl ever wanted and then she had it on a silver platter and it just wasn't doing it for her. Not that I could blame her exactly, the idea of being a normal girl was pretty damn lame. I liked being a kickass demon hunter way too much to give it up for a white picket fence and a couple kids, y'know?

Either way, we didn't last very long in Europe. Two of us blowin' off back across the pond and cruisin' through the States. Surprised how much Buffy liked the road, but not nearly as much as I did. Couldn't help it, must've been all those years of running. It was in my blood, I had to keep on the move. And so that was what we did. We bought a piece of shit car that Buffy always had to drive, and we'd fight over who got to control the radio. But mostly, we'd kill things. Going around to different cities, some lasted longer than others but mostly we were on the move. We were doing what we do best, killin' demons. Can't lie and say life ain't pretty fucking good. Don't get me wrong, there are some times when we fight like cats and dogs but that's just us. Sometimes you just can't teach an old dog new tricks.

We'd been chasin' a Kraklar Demon all through Iowa and it'd been kickin' both of our asses pretty soundly. I like a good ass kicking as much as the next person, sometimes you need a little pain to keep you grounded but enough was fucking enough. It was time to put a stop to this thing, and I knew exactly where it was headed.

"C'mon," I said to B, once we had the location, the two of us blowin' out of our motel room and heading towards the car. She started up the ride as I strapped my favorite knife to my right ankle. Got to have a backup, even if I am the weapon. "According to my guy at the bar he's headin' towards that monastery we passed on the way up here."

B didn't say much just kept drivin' and it wasn't long before we pulled up outside of the monastery. I never liked these things. They reminded me too much of church, which is kinda what it was but that wasn't the point. Point is we had to stop a demon from munchin' on a bunch of nuns.

The two of us rounded up all of the staff into one of the smaller rooms in the basement. B stood guard over them cause let's face it, she's way more of a people person than I am. I was on patrol, doing sweep after sweep of the building, my cellphone in my hand in case I needed to call Buffy for something. That was when I heard a groaning from the ceiling. Frowning I glanced up at the vent just as something tumbled from the ceiling right on top of me. I fell to the floor hard and felt claws raking down the length of my collarbone. Angrily I shoved it off of me and followed it up with a kick but the thing was fucking tough and it just grabbed my ankle and sent me down to the floor.

I was seething as I pulled my knife out and swung it out at the demon, at the same time pressing the speed dial number for B on my cell.

"Yo, you gotta get up to the third floor. I found it." Was all I said before I was forced to hang up and fight.

I'd finally made contact but as I struck out with my right hand it clocked me hard in the left side of the face sending me sailing back hard enough into the wall to leave an indentation. "BUFFY!" I yelled as the thing came at me again. This time I ducked underneath and managed to kick it in the back but it wasn't havin' no effect. I swung out with a few more wild punches, the two of us trading blows but I didn't feel like I was damaging it at all. In fact, I was almost sure that I was losing.

I saw B comin' up from down the hallway, running just as the demon's hand closed around my throat and lifted me up off the ground. I kicked out hard tryin' to get some leverage, desperately trying to claw it's hand off of my neck. B came up behind it and kicked it hard sending us both slamming into the wall so hard I could feel a crack, and then I didn't feel anything at all except for the darkness.

I dunno how long I was asleep for, but when I woke up I was laying down in a bed. Sitting up I glanced down and realized I was wearing a hospital nightie. God, I fucking hate these things, I hate hospitals. We just don't set right. Shaking my head I put my hand to my forehead and looked around for B but didn't see her anywhere. Her purse was sitting on the chair next to the bed so I figured she was around here somewhere but maybe went for a coffee break or something. Imagine her surprise when I interrupted. With a smirk I stood up and walked to the door before glancing out into the hallway. Walking up to the nurse's station I smiled waiting for her to look at me.

"'Scuse me, have you seen my friend? Blonde, about yay high..." I said, gesturing to about Buffy's height but the nurse didn't even look at me. "Hello." I said, as I slammed my palm down on the table but she still wouldn't look at me. "What the fuck? So much for bedside manner, you suck."

I shook my head as I walked away, going towards a doctor at the end of the hallway. "Hey, can you tell me where the cafeteria is?" I asked, but he didn't look at me either.

"What the hell?!" I yelled and realized no one was looking at me at all. Oh shit. Oh shit. This was not fucking good. Racing back towards my room I looked in and saw a figure laying in bed, it wasn't just a figure it was me.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I felt like I might cry as I started pacing down the hallway. "Can anybody hear me?!!!"

This wasn't a coma, I've done those. This was so much worse.

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