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Finished: April 7, 2001
~~ Is This The End? ~~
Suddenly his weight disappears and I feel dust falling on my face and chest. Opening my eyes, I see someone standing above me holding a stake. I can't see straight because I'm so weak and tired plus it's really dark. He hands me my shirt, which was removed when the vampire first began his dinner. I quickly pull it on and it begins to soak up the blood still escaping from the numerous bite wounds adorning my upper body. I stare at the red puddles slowly growing across the white fabric. I look up at the man who saved me...then I pass out.
I wake up in a bed of...silk, my skin registers. It is still dark outside so I must not have been out long. My eyes search the surroundings. It's a regular bedroom except for the few pictures and drawings of me on one of the walls. Spike? He saved me last night? He brought me here and changed me out of my bloody clothes and into this nightgown I'm wearing? Sitting up, I feel much better than I did a while ago, except hungrier. Sliding out of the bed I walk towards the closed door and open it. There are hushed voices in the dark hallway.
I head out into the hallway, Slayer senses on full alert. Just because Spike saved me from a vampire, doesn't mean he has the best intentions. He could have gotten back together with Dru or gotten the chip out and now he wants to dine on Slayer blood. I carefully and quietly approach a light at the end of the hall. Stairs leading down into what looks like a lobby. There's a light on at the receptionist desk and whispers coming from behind it. I make my way down the stairs stepping lightly so they don't creak. I'm almost at the bottom when the last one does. With the way my life has headed it figures it would happen. At the sound, the voices stop suddenly.
There's a small shuffling sound and light footsteps on the linoleum as Cordelia walks toward me. Cordelia's here? She greets me with a plastic smile and says something about how I sleep worse than Angel used to. My heart flutters. Angel saved me. At least his intentions are good ones.
Wesley walks up behind her with a smile...a warm, welcoming smile and offers me tea and coffee. I ask for coffee sounding slightly confused. Cordelia nods and walks off, getting the coffee, I suppose. Wesley explains that the lobby I'm standing in is their new office. Angel never told me he moved...
Cordelia brings me some coffee. It doesn't have any milk or sugar in it, but I don't feel up to arguing with Cordy. I decide to wait upstairs and Wesley offers their assistance should I need anything.
I give my thanks and return up to the room I woke up in, probably Angel's, and sit on the bed sipping my coffee. I look around the room more and see my clothes washed and folded on the desk. A guy that does laundry? That's it, I'm not letting him leave me this time.
When the coffee's gone, I decide to have a shower. I'm sure Angel won't mind. The warm water falls down my face and body, relaxing my muscles as I cleanse my body from the vamp I let bite me.
I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself. Looking into the mirror I notice I've nearly scrubbed my skin off. Red patches cover my arms and legs and the bites are still visible on my neck, never mind the ones under the towel. Tears spring to my eyes. Why aren't I dead? I deserve to be. I let my friends and family down when I could have saved them. I sob quietly and lean against the counter.
After a couple minutes of crying, I look up in the mirror. My eyes are red and swollen, my lips dry and cracked, and my skin irritated and tender. I see a shaving razor on the counter and pick it up. It's probably Angel's although I'm not sure if he even needs to shave, being a vampire and all, but that's not important right now. Making the pain stop is. I lift the razor to my wrist and bring it down on my skin.
Finished: April 7, 2001
~~ Is This The End? ~~
Suddenly his weight disappears and I feel dust falling on my face and chest. Opening my eyes, I see someone standing above me holding a stake. I can't see straight because I'm so weak and tired plus it's really dark. He hands me my shirt, which was removed when the vampire first began his dinner. I quickly pull it on and it begins to soak up the blood still escaping from the numerous bite wounds adorning my upper body. I stare at the red puddles slowly growing across the white fabric. I look up at the man who saved me...then I pass out.
I wake up in a bed of...silk, my skin registers. It is still dark outside so I must not have been out long. My eyes search the surroundings. It's a regular bedroom except for the few pictures and drawings of me on one of the walls. Spike? He saved me last night? He brought me here and changed me out of my bloody clothes and into this nightgown I'm wearing? Sitting up, I feel much better than I did a while ago, except hungrier. Sliding out of the bed I walk towards the closed door and open it. There are hushed voices in the dark hallway.
I head out into the hallway, Slayer senses on full alert. Just because Spike saved me from a vampire, doesn't mean he has the best intentions. He could have gotten back together with Dru or gotten the chip out and now he wants to dine on Slayer blood. I carefully and quietly approach a light at the end of the hall. Stairs leading down into what looks like a lobby. There's a light on at the receptionist desk and whispers coming from behind it. I make my way down the stairs stepping lightly so they don't creak. I'm almost at the bottom when the last one does. With the way my life has headed it figures it would happen. At the sound, the voices stop suddenly.
There's a small shuffling sound and light footsteps on the linoleum as Cordelia walks toward me. Cordelia's here? She greets me with a plastic smile and says something about how I sleep worse than Angel used to. My heart flutters. Angel saved me. At least his intentions are good ones.
Wesley walks up behind her with a smile...a warm, welcoming smile and offers me tea and coffee. I ask for coffee sounding slightly confused. Cordelia nods and walks off, getting the coffee, I suppose. Wesley explains that the lobby I'm standing in is their new office. Angel never told me he moved...
Cordelia brings me some coffee. It doesn't have any milk or sugar in it, but I don't feel up to arguing with Cordy. I decide to wait upstairs and Wesley offers their assistance should I need anything.
I give my thanks and return up to the room I woke up in, probably Angel's, and sit on the bed sipping my coffee. I look around the room more and see my clothes washed and folded on the desk. A guy that does laundry? That's it, I'm not letting him leave me this time.
When the coffee's gone, I decide to have a shower. I'm sure Angel won't mind. The warm water falls down my face and body, relaxing my muscles as I cleanse my body from the vamp I let bite me.
I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself. Looking into the mirror I notice I've nearly scrubbed my skin off. Red patches cover my arms and legs and the bites are still visible on my neck, never mind the ones under the towel. Tears spring to my eyes. Why aren't I dead? I deserve to be. I let my friends and family down when I could have saved them. I sob quietly and lean against the counter.
After a couple minutes of crying, I look up in the mirror. My eyes are red and swollen, my lips dry and cracked, and my skin irritated and tender. I see a shaving razor on the counter and pick it up. It's probably Angel's although I'm not sure if he even needs to shave, being a vampire and all, but that's not important right now. Making the pain stop is. I lift the razor to my wrist and bring it down on my skin.