Lonely in my Heart
Part 3
The wind brushes along the tips of my hair and down the back of my neck making me shiver as I tighten my fingers around the handle and rev the bike harder.
With a burst of speed I switch lanes and pass a ford escort and smile at the kids who are making faces at me out of the side window.
I tear into another lane and keep my eyes focused on the task at hand slightly uneasy about what will await me in the not too distant future.
An hour had passed since I had said my goodbye's to Cordelia and jumped on bike headed for Sunnydale.
Images of my friends had been pestering me for about half an hour, I felt nervous about meeting them.
I grip the handle harder and clench my teeth, but then a voice clears my thoughts, a voice from the past, one that had been there for me, who was my mentor.
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"Rule 96 kid.. concentrate"
A punch to my stomach makes me double over as the oxygen is expelled from my lungs, I hear the demon laughing and that just pisses me off, I raise my hand to his wrist and twist hard hearing him scream in pain.
I smile in satisfaction as I bring it behind his back and slip the dagger from my belt into my hand then stab the demon straight through his black heart and watch as he dissolves into a murky grey liquid.
"I would concentrate," I say turning as I slip the dagger into my belt "but it's damn hard when you say it like that guy off Hercules"
"Okay okay" Dennis replies jumping down from where he is perched on a Dumpster "maybe I have watched it too many times.. It's good"
"And he says he's a legend" I murmur then smile at him "Franks diner, your treat?"
"Sure.. And I heard that"
We walk out of the dark alley towards franks diner that stands across the road.
Dennis, he's strange, very. One day he just showed up and said "Hi, I'm your trainer", it's hard to say what he is, he's definitely not human, I've seen him.. change, from a pink skinned human to a being that just seems to suck light in.
He won't tell me who he is, just that he was sent from the PTB, that's good enough for me I suppose aslong as he doesn't try anything funny, but I doubt he will after all it's been 4 month and he's been a good bud.
He does dress weird, kind of like a 1930's detective, gun and all, except he never uses it, he's a good fighter after all he's been training me, he never tells me why I'm needed he just says "your more than meets the eye" so I just don't ask anymore.
We walk into the Diner and take our usual booth; Marge walks over smiling at us.
"Need I ask?"
"Sure.. Makes us feel important" Dennis replies grinning at Marge
"Ok.. What'll it be"
"A large burger with an anchovy on top, some fries and a large coke" he says and I slightly grimace at his regular order.
"Just a coke Marge" I say and she nods walking back to the counter.
"Did you pull that face at my dinner?" he asks
"Well come on Den it's gross I mean who the hell as an anchovy on top of a burger?"
"Me" he replies indignantly
"Okay.. Iet's not argue about your questionable tastes anymore, we've had this argument way too much," I say and look around the diner noting it's regular sparseness.
I feel a nudge on my arm and turn back to see Dennis looking at me.
"What?"
"I called you three times.. You thinking about your friends?"
I just nod in response.
"They are okay.. All of them"
"I know.. I just miss them so much"
He smiles "I know how you feel kid"
"You know how much I hate being called Kid.. Dman"
He smiles then swats me on the arm for the dreaded nickname usage.
"Anyway.. I have something to tell you"
"Yea.. What?"
"Umm I have to leave"
My mouth comes open as I look at him.
"Your.. Leaving? Why?"
"Because.. I'm told to"
"But.. I need you.. You are training me"
"You don't need me, your good, the best infact, you just need faith in your abilities and I can't give you that, you need to find that alone"
"But I can't.. I'm not that good"
He lunges at me from across the table and I pull my head down ducking it then pull my hand up to block his other arm.
"See" he says and lowers his hand "Your good, you just need confidence, they are going to call on you for a mission soon, you can do it and you know why I know this?"
"No"
"Because I trained you and you're the best damn person, thing I ever trained, you can handle anything. Do you understand"
I nod slightly and he grabs my arm hard.
"You need to believe in yourself, you can handle anything"
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A sign appears up ahead
Entering Sunnydale
I fly past it at top speed smiling.
I stare forward and rev the engine harder.
Part 3
The wind brushes along the tips of my hair and down the back of my neck making me shiver as I tighten my fingers around the handle and rev the bike harder.
With a burst of speed I switch lanes and pass a ford escort and smile at the kids who are making faces at me out of the side window.
I tear into another lane and keep my eyes focused on the task at hand slightly uneasy about what will await me in the not too distant future.
An hour had passed since I had said my goodbye's to Cordelia and jumped on bike headed for Sunnydale.
Images of my friends had been pestering me for about half an hour, I felt nervous about meeting them.
I grip the handle harder and clench my teeth, but then a voice clears my thoughts, a voice from the past, one that had been there for me, who was my mentor.
------------------------------------------ Flashback ------------------------------------------
"Rule 96 kid.. concentrate"
A punch to my stomach makes me double over as the oxygen is expelled from my lungs, I hear the demon laughing and that just pisses me off, I raise my hand to his wrist and twist hard hearing him scream in pain.
I smile in satisfaction as I bring it behind his back and slip the dagger from my belt into my hand then stab the demon straight through his black heart and watch as he dissolves into a murky grey liquid.
"I would concentrate," I say turning as I slip the dagger into my belt "but it's damn hard when you say it like that guy off Hercules"
"Okay okay" Dennis replies jumping down from where he is perched on a Dumpster "maybe I have watched it too many times.. It's good"
"And he says he's a legend" I murmur then smile at him "Franks diner, your treat?"
"Sure.. And I heard that"
We walk out of the dark alley towards franks diner that stands across the road.
Dennis, he's strange, very. One day he just showed up and said "Hi, I'm your trainer", it's hard to say what he is, he's definitely not human, I've seen him.. change, from a pink skinned human to a being that just seems to suck light in.
He won't tell me who he is, just that he was sent from the PTB, that's good enough for me I suppose aslong as he doesn't try anything funny, but I doubt he will after all it's been 4 month and he's been a good bud.
He does dress weird, kind of like a 1930's detective, gun and all, except he never uses it, he's a good fighter after all he's been training me, he never tells me why I'm needed he just says "your more than meets the eye" so I just don't ask anymore.
We walk into the Diner and take our usual booth; Marge walks over smiling at us.
"Need I ask?"
"Sure.. Makes us feel important" Dennis replies grinning at Marge
"Ok.. What'll it be"
"A large burger with an anchovy on top, some fries and a large coke" he says and I slightly grimace at his regular order.
"Just a coke Marge" I say and she nods walking back to the counter.
"Did you pull that face at my dinner?" he asks
"Well come on Den it's gross I mean who the hell as an anchovy on top of a burger?"
"Me" he replies indignantly
"Okay.. Iet's not argue about your questionable tastes anymore, we've had this argument way too much," I say and look around the diner noting it's regular sparseness.
I feel a nudge on my arm and turn back to see Dennis looking at me.
"What?"
"I called you three times.. You thinking about your friends?"
I just nod in response.
"They are okay.. All of them"
"I know.. I just miss them so much"
He smiles "I know how you feel kid"
"You know how much I hate being called Kid.. Dman"
He smiles then swats me on the arm for the dreaded nickname usage.
"Anyway.. I have something to tell you"
"Yea.. What?"
"Umm I have to leave"
My mouth comes open as I look at him.
"Your.. Leaving? Why?"
"Because.. I'm told to"
"But.. I need you.. You are training me"
"You don't need me, your good, the best infact, you just need faith in your abilities and I can't give you that, you need to find that alone"
"But I can't.. I'm not that good"
He lunges at me from across the table and I pull my head down ducking it then pull my hand up to block his other arm.
"See" he says and lowers his hand "Your good, you just need confidence, they are going to call on you for a mission soon, you can do it and you know why I know this?"
"No"
"Because I trained you and you're the best damn person, thing I ever trained, you can handle anything. Do you understand"
I nod slightly and he grabs my arm hard.
"You need to believe in yourself, you can handle anything"
-------------------------------------- End flashback -----------------------------------------
A sign appears up ahead
Entering Sunnydale
I fly past it at top speed smiling.
I stare forward and rev the engine harder.