The Road to Nowhere Leads to Me
Chp.3
Ghost to Ghost
Don't own it, wish I did.
Okay, she'd had hoky stuff happen before, but this one just took the cake. She looks around, wondering what kind of hell dimension she'd just popped into. There is no way that this is heaven, and she'd know. There's people in buisness suits, with cellphones attached to their ears, and briefcases in hand rushing about all around her. She is pretty sure that just a few moments ago she was driving a car up the side of a mountain, towards the home of the slayer she was supposed to retrieve. What had happened between then and now?
Now, as she looks around it seems she's standing in the middle of a big, office buildings lobby. What the hell is going on?
Her attention is suddenly caught by a buzzing sound, coming from the speakers. "Would Fred, Gunn, Wesley, and Spike, please come to the boss' office," the crackling female voice requests, and then promptly cuts off with a whirring noise. Did she just say Spike!
She looks around her, again. Her eyes light on someone. A someone she never thought she'd see again, a bleach blonde head bobbing through, literally through people. This is way wiggy. Following the leather clad vampire down the hall, she watches him walk straight through the door of an office. Her eyes grow wide at the sight. And it keeps getting wiggier, and wiggier.
As she stands there in stunned silence she sees her ex-watcher Wesley, two other people, and a green demon thing that's dressed in a purple linen suit enter through the same door that Spike had gone into. Well atleast I know where I am, the question is WHY?
She tries to go in the door like any other person, but its a huge problem, considering every time she tried to turn the knob her hand decided it wanted to slide through the thing. "What the hell," she shouts, as she still tries to open the door the old fashioned way without any real success. She thought she'd gotten it one time, but then her hand went all go throughable again.
Standing there in front of the door she starts to remember what had happened on that trip to the slayers house. Her breath catches. The car had gone over an embankment, having slid in the harsh wintery weather off of the narrow road. She remembered the pain as a piece of windshield had pierced her flesh, the car had been crushed against something, smashing the roof down upon her, then the world had gone black as night. Her body slumps in dejection. She'd died again. She tries the door knob again, and watches as her slip through it for the hundredth time. Great, just abso-fucking-lutely great! I get brought back for the third time and guess what? I'm a freaking ghost. Resurrection with a body was too much last time, so they brought me back without one. Thank you guys. Her sarcastic thoughts start to ones of wonder. Wait a minute, if the gang had brought me back then why the hell am I standing in the hallway of Wolfram and Hart?
(Yes, I know that this is very short, only because I'm still trying to get everything in place for the actual storyline to kick in. Reviews are nice, I like them.)