Title: The fascinating Life of Zoey (Part 7)
Author: Miss. Kitty Fantastico
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Angel characters (why would I want to
anyway?), or anything else that pertains to Angel or Buffy the Vampire
Slayer. I only own Zoey, and Verdandi owns Evita-yep, that's all!
***
Zoey quietly opened the door to Giles's apartment and slipped in. She eyed the couch in front of her and laid down three large text volumes, she carried like empty pizza boxes, on one of the cushions.
Turning around slowly, she came face-to-face with Giles himself. Smiling, and wearing an apron that said 'Kiss the Cook', he was more than glad to see her. "Zoey!" He said, "I thought I heard the door open. Oh! Are those the texts?" The ex-Watcher rushed over to the couch and opened up one of the volumes.
The teenage vampire frowned and without much emotion, said "Yeah, they're all there, the only remaining texts of the Tekka tribe."
Giles looked up at Zoey, she wasn't looking at him. Her head was turned to the side, and instead of the usual, upbeat expression on her face, he only could see an expressionless one there instead. Something was up.
"Is.everything alright?" He asked her, expecting her answer to be somewhere along the lines of teen angst.
Zoey turned to face him, then turned around and walked over to the bar counter. With a small jump, she sat on top of it and drew her legs up to her chest. "Giles." She said meekly, "I'm leaving."
The ex-Watcher expected to hear everything except that. Standing up from the couch, he walked closer to her. His face hardened, and he quickly took off his ridiculous apron and threw it over the couch. "What do you mean you're leaving? When? Where? How?"
"Tomorrow night, L.A., train."
Giles couldn't seem to comprehend what was happening. He looked at Zoey again. Her legs were drawn up to her chest in the fetal position, and her face had changed from expressionless to panicked. Giles couldn't think of anything that could have driven her to the point he saw before him.
"I need to see Angel." She added quietly.
"Oh, do you miss him? Is that wh-" Giles started to answer before he was cut off.
"Why would I miss him, Giles? I've only known him for, what? 2-3 months? You think I've really bonded with the same person who tried to kill me 200 plus years ago?" The vampire snapped back harshly.
Giles was starting to get a little nervous. He had never seen this side of her before. Not during the years at the Council when they knew each other, and not during the few months in Sunnydale. "Well, then, Zoey, why are you going to see your brother?"
The teen didn't answer for a long time. And Giles was getting worried that the situation was about to escalate into something tragic. Then she said very quietly, "I.I have a problem."
"What kind of problem, Zoey?" Giles said slowly, inching his hand slowly into a couch cushion, where he kept a hidden stake.
Zoey wasn't watching him, "Promise you won't stake me?" She laughed half- heartedly.
Giles snapped his hand back from the couch, empty handed and laughed, "Pinky swear, as Buffy says."
Zoey turned and stared directly at the ex-Watcher, "Giles, I killed someone tonight." She paused and then said rapidly, "I tried to stop myself, I really did. But-but, I couldn't. And before I knew it, his dead body was lying in my hands and-and-and I-"
"You-you killed someone?" Giles repeated, trying to comprehend what was going on.
"It wasn't an innocent. It was a drunk teen-that doesn't mean he deserved it, but." She stopped rambling and looked at Giles.
She slid of the counter faster than the human eye and before Giles knew it, she was standing right in front of him, "Sorry. I shouldn't have told you." She said heading for the door.
"No, wait" Giles called after her. Zoey stopped and turned around, hoping he had comforting words for her. He opened his mouth to speak, but he realized he had nothing to say.
The teenage vampire deflated and said, "I'm going to get help. Please don't send the Scoobies after me." She then opened the door and simply, left. Not saying another word to Giles.
***
"So, did you?" I heard Breckin's voice ask.
I had propped my feet up, wrapped around the back of the chair I was sitting in, hanging upside down from it. With my head half an inch from the carpet, I closed my eyes comfortably.
It felt good, no gravity, and not having the feeling of all the blood rush to my head. I'd always wondered about that, if my heart doesn't beat to circulate the blood in my veins, what does the blood in my veins do? Just sit there like water in the pipes? I'd been meaning to ask Angel or Wesley, but, Angel.well, not goin' there, and Wesley's always busy with some 'impending doom' prophesy. It's so unfair. "Did I what?" I said half consciously to the Keeper.
I heard the shifting of clothes and then, "Do you mind?"
Snapping my eyes open, I stared back at Breckin's face. He was looking under the table directly at me with a very annoyed expression painted on his face. He looked pretty corny, how only half his hair fell down toward the floor while the other half stayed glued firmly to his head. I was just about to close my eyes again when Breckin said, "I have another packet of blood for you."
I opened my mouth to say 'Prove it'. But he dangled a full packet of blood under the table with his hand. I looked longingly at it, the O in the O+ seemed to scream, 'Drink me, Zoey, drink me!'.
I reached out with a single, pale hand, but before I could grasp the bag, it was suddenly lifted out of my sight and was replaced with a single finger. The finger moved back and forth as Breckin's looming voice from above taunted, "Ah, ah,"
"Fine. Have it your way." I said stubbornly, sitting up in my chair again.
When the world turned right side up again, I saw that the packet 'o blood had been tossed 'oh so carefully' in my direction. And when I looked up at Breckin, he had a goofy grin spread across his face. "I think I'm beginning to enjoy your company, Zo. You never cease to amuse me."
I knew the guy had meant it to be a compliment, but it was so much like something Evita would say, it made me sick. Of course Evita would have said something like "Your stupidity never ceases to amuse me."
I looked at the Keeper hatefully (aka the Dieting!Zoey expression), "Hmm, nice. And unless you're my brother, the Slayer, or Giles-don't call me Zo. It's a privilege." I finished with a cocky grin.
Breckin acted a little uncomfortable and shifted slowly in his chair, "Um, right. So, I know you've been waiting to tell me what happened tonight.so? What happened?"
I sighed, and the thought of what had happened a few hours earlier made my whole composure decompress. It had been an emotional night, one I wouldn't like to relive. And I just know that when I go back to the hotel, Angel's going to give me the lecture of my afterlife. I just can't *wait* for that to happen.
"Okay, well, it all started when I was cleaning out my old apartment."
***
***
Zoey quietly opened the door to Giles's apartment and slipped in. She eyed the couch in front of her and laid down three large text volumes, she carried like empty pizza boxes, on one of the cushions.
Turning around slowly, she came face-to-face with Giles himself. Smiling, and wearing an apron that said 'Kiss the Cook', he was more than glad to see her. "Zoey!" He said, "I thought I heard the door open. Oh! Are those the texts?" The ex-Watcher rushed over to the couch and opened up one of the volumes.
The teenage vampire frowned and without much emotion, said "Yeah, they're all there, the only remaining texts of the Tekka tribe."
Giles looked up at Zoey, she wasn't looking at him. Her head was turned to the side, and instead of the usual, upbeat expression on her face, he only could see an expressionless one there instead. Something was up.
"Is.everything alright?" He asked her, expecting her answer to be somewhere along the lines of teen angst.
Zoey turned to face him, then turned around and walked over to the bar counter. With a small jump, she sat on top of it and drew her legs up to her chest. "Giles." She said meekly, "I'm leaving."
The ex-Watcher expected to hear everything except that. Standing up from the couch, he walked closer to her. His face hardened, and he quickly took off his ridiculous apron and threw it over the couch. "What do you mean you're leaving? When? Where? How?"
"Tomorrow night, L.A., train."
Giles couldn't seem to comprehend what was happening. He looked at Zoey again. Her legs were drawn up to her chest in the fetal position, and her face had changed from expressionless to panicked. Giles couldn't think of anything that could have driven her to the point he saw before him.
"I need to see Angel." She added quietly.
"Oh, do you miss him? Is that wh-" Giles started to answer before he was cut off.
"Why would I miss him, Giles? I've only known him for, what? 2-3 months? You think I've really bonded with the same person who tried to kill me 200 plus years ago?" The vampire snapped back harshly.
Giles was starting to get a little nervous. He had never seen this side of her before. Not during the years at the Council when they knew each other, and not during the few months in Sunnydale. "Well, then, Zoey, why are you going to see your brother?"
The teen didn't answer for a long time. And Giles was getting worried that the situation was about to escalate into something tragic. Then she said very quietly, "I.I have a problem."
"What kind of problem, Zoey?" Giles said slowly, inching his hand slowly into a couch cushion, where he kept a hidden stake.
Zoey wasn't watching him, "Promise you won't stake me?" She laughed half- heartedly.
Giles snapped his hand back from the couch, empty handed and laughed, "Pinky swear, as Buffy says."
Zoey turned and stared directly at the ex-Watcher, "Giles, I killed someone tonight." She paused and then said rapidly, "I tried to stop myself, I really did. But-but, I couldn't. And before I knew it, his dead body was lying in my hands and-and-and I-"
"You-you killed someone?" Giles repeated, trying to comprehend what was going on.
"It wasn't an innocent. It was a drunk teen-that doesn't mean he deserved it, but." She stopped rambling and looked at Giles.
She slid of the counter faster than the human eye and before Giles knew it, she was standing right in front of him, "Sorry. I shouldn't have told you." She said heading for the door.
"No, wait" Giles called after her. Zoey stopped and turned around, hoping he had comforting words for her. He opened his mouth to speak, but he realized he had nothing to say.
The teenage vampire deflated and said, "I'm going to get help. Please don't send the Scoobies after me." She then opened the door and simply, left. Not saying another word to Giles.
***
"So, did you?" I heard Breckin's voice ask.
I had propped my feet up, wrapped around the back of the chair I was sitting in, hanging upside down from it. With my head half an inch from the carpet, I closed my eyes comfortably.
It felt good, no gravity, and not having the feeling of all the blood rush to my head. I'd always wondered about that, if my heart doesn't beat to circulate the blood in my veins, what does the blood in my veins do? Just sit there like water in the pipes? I'd been meaning to ask Angel or Wesley, but, Angel.well, not goin' there, and Wesley's always busy with some 'impending doom' prophesy. It's so unfair. "Did I what?" I said half consciously to the Keeper.
I heard the shifting of clothes and then, "Do you mind?"
Snapping my eyes open, I stared back at Breckin's face. He was looking under the table directly at me with a very annoyed expression painted on his face. He looked pretty corny, how only half his hair fell down toward the floor while the other half stayed glued firmly to his head. I was just about to close my eyes again when Breckin said, "I have another packet of blood for you."
I opened my mouth to say 'Prove it'. But he dangled a full packet of blood under the table with his hand. I looked longingly at it, the O in the O+ seemed to scream, 'Drink me, Zoey, drink me!'.
I reached out with a single, pale hand, but before I could grasp the bag, it was suddenly lifted out of my sight and was replaced with a single finger. The finger moved back and forth as Breckin's looming voice from above taunted, "Ah, ah,"
"Fine. Have it your way." I said stubbornly, sitting up in my chair again.
When the world turned right side up again, I saw that the packet 'o blood had been tossed 'oh so carefully' in my direction. And when I looked up at Breckin, he had a goofy grin spread across his face. "I think I'm beginning to enjoy your company, Zo. You never cease to amuse me."
I knew the guy had meant it to be a compliment, but it was so much like something Evita would say, it made me sick. Of course Evita would have said something like "Your stupidity never ceases to amuse me."
I looked at the Keeper hatefully (aka the Dieting!Zoey expression), "Hmm, nice. And unless you're my brother, the Slayer, or Giles-don't call me Zo. It's a privilege." I finished with a cocky grin.
Breckin acted a little uncomfortable and shifted slowly in his chair, "Um, right. So, I know you've been waiting to tell me what happened tonight.so? What happened?"
I sighed, and the thought of what had happened a few hours earlier made my whole composure decompress. It had been an emotional night, one I wouldn't like to relive. And I just know that when I go back to the hotel, Angel's going to give me the lecture of my afterlife. I just can't *wait* for that to happen.
"Okay, well, it all started when I was cleaning out my old apartment."
***