Title: Five by Five...Boss
Disclaimer: Please don't sue; purely for entertainment. The characters I created are mine. So steal my idea, or 'borrow' without my permission, and I will be the one to sue.
Pairings: None (at the moment)
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Rating: R for language and talk of adult nature
Part 2 - Nightmares Never Haunted Me
It must have been pretty close to dawn because I could just sense it. But when I sat up the temperature of my body was definitely out-of-sync with the rest of the room. It was November. Cold. I was freaking well boiling my ass off. But my body was covered in a cold sweat.
The dreams never bothered me. I'd never really had a nightmare in my life. Cept those 'Slayer' ones. But…I didn't really see them as nightmares.
Mostly I dreamed of being a kid again. The arguments between my parents, the fighting and yelling and screaming. And how I'd hide on the stairs or in the next room.
And sometimes I had this dream of what happened to my dad when he died. I never really understood it because I was too young, but it was pretty straightforward. Gun. Trigger. Bullet. Him. I hated how I could hear him breathing, and then I couldn't. Like…I was there with him when he died. Like my subconscious form was watching, but I wasn't actually there.
I could hear it after I woke up. His breathing. The gunshot that killed him. The thud when his body came into contact with the ground.
My mind must have been vibrating in and out of my body because every other moment I knew what I was doing. But I didn't quite get how I ended up standing at the wall, clutching at it. The grey walls were ice cold; then I couldn't feel them. Then they were ice-cold. And it was like this for a good few minutes.
My knees bent beneath me and I sank to the floor, even colder. Through this stupid jump suit I could feel the friggin' ice cold floor. I didn't care, though. I just needed to get a grip. Usually the tears were involuntary. They were this time. And even as I tried keepin' em back with the sleeves of my clothes, they still poured out. I wondered how I had enough liquid in my body to cry this much.
Morning came a couple hours later and I was woken by Warden Priestley. Breakfast. I was in that same position, up against the wall, my legs beneath me. They were nauseated by their own tingling sensation. Cramp.
She asked me if I was feeling alright. I ignored her. Like she cared anyway.
Not that I was loner inside, but I didn't really mix with people. Mostly I'd just get on with my own business without any hassle. I guess people kept away from me ever since this ballsy chick, thinkin' she owns everyone's fucking business tried to take it with me and I knocked her ass off her body. The guards came and split us up, and I told them straight off it wasn't me startin' shit. They told me they knew, they say it happen. They put her in isolation for a couple of days and she said she wasn't 'finished' with me. I told her to leave it alone.
The guards weren't so harsh on me; I don't know why. I guess I haven't given them reason to be – other than murdering multiple members of the human race. But give or take a few people here; we're all the same.
Except for of course the fact that I'm a Slayer. And that if I wanted out, I'd get OUT. Probably shouldn't be writing this in here. Hold up.
So where the hell was I after that?
Oh yeah. Mixing with people. I've pretty much been a loner all my life. Other than Shannon and Michelle. The only real friends I ever had. Other than that I was on my own. People were sometimes there but never really got it.
They had all their fancy cars and their fancy clothes and partied and shopped all the time, but I couldn't afford to do all that. I had to look after myself to survive. After of course I left my uncles. Uncle Dan. Well he was pretty much the best thing that ever happened to me. But I had to leave cos…that's when I got this stupid calling. I don't even know how they found me. Someone just showed up one day, presumably some peeps from the Council, told me I had to go somewhere. Uncie Dan weren't too keen on the idea, said it seemed ballsy but I wanted to know.
I keep thinking, what would've happened if I hadn't gone with 'em? Would they kept have comin' back? Or would they have found someone different?
My Watcher took me in, looked after me and trained me, and I gotta say it was pretty cool. She reminded me so much of Michelle in so many ways. She had so much determination and knew for some reason that I had this 'power.' But that only lasted a few months. This demon-vamp thing, Kakistos, killed her and told me I would be next. But I wounded him enough to get away for a while.
I'm just thinkin', my therapist is gonna think I'm some sort of head-case (it wouldn't surprise her probably, ninety-nine per-cent of the population in here IS) if she ever reads this shit. Who cares anyway. It's all true. They all say I went psycho-Slayer, anyways. The gang back in Sunnydale, I mean.
So I ran. To Sunnydale. Apparently I was way out of my league and not needed at all cos when I got there word was that there was already a Slayer there. At the Hellmouth. And surprise.
Prettier, blonder…and a hell of a lot smarter than me. If that didn't put me out of my place for a while then what did. Buffy Anne Summers. She was definitely alive…definitely kicking. My call must've been a mistake.
I first met her outside this local club, the Bronze and I was doin' this vamp when she showed up, so I borrowed her stake, make sure to make a point of 'needing her.' I dunno why, it just seemed to be my 'thing.'
Anyways. Plan for today. I got some time to do some weight-training. I always kept up the training, for the simple reason that this is L.A. Some say the Second Hellmouth. Never know what 'unusual activities' are goin' down here. Might come for me. Like Kaskistos.
