A/N: sorry the last chapter was so short, but this one's gonna be longer promise. And sorry it's been so long, I've been tired.
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June22
He's near I can feel it, ever since that past slayer made me get this tattoo I've been able to somehow feel him. Anyway that chick I met at that diner, Her names Bridget and apparently she knows about slayers and vamps and stuff, cause she this morning she and I talked, well actually she talked, I tried staying quiet. Well basically her and her family have been the ones protecting this hellhole of a city and she understands when I say I need to get the fuck out. She knew about Kakistos and that creeped me out, cause it started out like this, we were back in my hotel room and she saw the tattoo on my arm.
"Nice tat, Boston. Working for the Father?"
"The who?" I lied.
"Kakistos,"
"What do you know about Kakistos?"
"Just that he's the worst of the worst…" She trailed off and then started up again saying "What's going on Faith?" I stay silent, grabbing my bag and packing it. "Faith, talk to me, I know you ain't really working for him or you would've already taken me to him by now,"
"I just need to get the fuck out of here ok,"
"Fine"
And that was that she gave me a ride to the bus station and gave me a couple of G's to get the fuck out of there and here I am now riding a nasty ass greyhound going to Missouri. It's a good thing people don't like Missouri all that much or I wouldn't have a seat. But I know already that it's gonna be a long ride, so I'm gonna try and get some sleep.
Much Love,
Faith