((New Chapter.I loved the idea.Working through all of the seventh season.Not going to continue after all the episodes are done.I find it strange how they continue some of the seasons with characters.Though some authors pull it off very well.Im guessing TWO episodes per chapter.Makes it longer.Everyone loves a longer chapter.))
Empty Places
My life..
This is what its reduced to now?Taking care of brats who will become ME when I finally die.Ive come to realize that no one lives forever.Fang told me that,in the alley.Now Im sitting here,chatting with Red's girl.Another brat.Oh goody.Hell,she even pulled a low blow towards B.Even Miss Bitch doesnt deserve that.Xander,Xan Man,he doesnt have an eye anymore.Oh god.He's the one who sees right?I doubt it now.I cant help but find so much irony in that.I guess Caleb found it too.Many of the girls are dead.B couldnt see.She wants to win.I know she'll give any of us to win.Even Dawnster.But not Fang 2.Not Spike.He's too special.I see that already.Ive been here for three or four days,they blur together now,and I already see that she will pick him above everyone else.Dont we feel special?Dawnies scared.We all are.I guess thats how its supposed to be.Especially when somethings out to kill us that is so old and evil.But Ive been evil.Im not sure of what we can do.Or if we will even survive this.I look at her more now.Dawn.I smile a little too.Thats good work.I hope it comforts her.Thats the way its suppose to work.I hope that the Powers That Be drop dead and rot in hell.Or better yet,get eaten by a Turok-han.That would be bitchin'.But theyre up there,looking down on us or whatever bullshit.And they arent helping us,guiding us,anything.While little girls with pink ribbons in their hair are getting torn into pieces.I guess thats the way its supposed to be.
Caleb was part of a monestary..I think..Thats not a knothole..
Helping Giles again.So much fun.Its sort of like a mystery.But it envolves all these girls' lives.And our lives.Im so scared.I cant tell anyone.I think the only person who actually tells me straight out is Faith.And its not even that straight out.Its more of a look.Like 'We might die.How do you feel about that?' kind of look.And I look back with my 'Im too scared to say anything'.Its so hard.To see Xander with his one eye.With missing places at the table,even though its still full to bursting.Molly.She was so sweet.Saying things in her Gile's accent.Faith said she was a Mini-Giles and maybe she should start wearing glasses.Even now that makes me smile.Except now Im the Mini-Giles,with the files and information.I guess this is how its supposed to be.Maybe not.I wish Tara were still alive.She would provide direct comfort,not just looks across the room or a slight smile before heading off to bed.Which by the way isnt so far from mine.But this is how its supposed to be.I wish the Powers That Be didnt exsist and we could create our own fate.But I guess this is the way its supposed to be.
((Um.I made some Dawn's italic-y part.I just couldnt find anything really.But I hope it fits sort of.This was drabble.Which reminds me I need to make up some drabble fic.I have so many in my binder.Ill work on that next.Review this story and Ill give you a cookie and umm..Ill play THE IRISH WASHERWOMAN for you on Violin.))