Post by Faith Lehane on Apr 17, 2017 14:48:07 GMT -5
One thing I miss about Sunnydale is the sun. These past few months, Cleveland seemed so cold. And it rained. A lot. The weather was obviously a lot more like the weather I grew up with in Boston. Hell, maybe that's the reason I hated it so much. Reminds me too much of home.
I shook the thoughts out of my head, and continued my walk through Holy Cross Cemetery, careful to stay to the shadows. That was a lesson I'd learned early on, shortly after I moved to Cleveland to serve as the "official protector" of the Hellmouth here. Turns out, police types in Cleveland aren't as used to the late night foot traffic that the graveyards in Sunnydale are. Explaining my way out of that one was an experience I wasn't willing to rehash now or anytime in the near future.
I paused, taking a moment to blow warm air into my cupped hands and rubbing them together. I also used the time to do a quick survey of the area. The ground was blanketed in dead grass that was covered with a light dew that made it glimmer under the brightness of the moon. The many tombstones that littered this over-packed resting place cast lurking shadows, which only served to complete the stereotypical "scary cemetery" vibe.
Suddenly, movement. A thankful smile spread over my face, as I welcomed any possible vamp action. It had been surprisingly "dead" lately... and not in the whole "undead" kind of way. It had actually been two, or maybe three nights since I'd last dusted a vamp, and that had me feelin' a little bit antsy. I squinted my eyes and maneuvered my head in the direction of the hand I thought I saw struggling through the dirt. I'd begun to pull out my stake from the inside of my jacket pocket when I realized that it was just some black bird. The smile quickly faded, and I rolled my eyes. Lovely. A crow in the creepy cemetery, late at night. How ordinarily boring. I let out an exasperated sigh and jammed my hands deep in the pockets of my black denim jacket as I began to creep further into the cemetery.
I mean, what gives? Why is there nothing to pummel? How's a girl to get all her angry out without some nasty to beat up on?
The fact of the matter was that between the late night slaying and the sleeping practically all day, I barely saw anyone. Maybe a pizza guy once in a while, or a cashier working the graveyard shift at the Save-A-Lot grocery store. Sure, Robin was supposedly here somewhere, but being that nothing really materialized with him after moving here, I mostly focused my energies on avoiding him. Giles was talking about sending me a watcher when he found one, but the jury was still out on whether the person was sent to be my watcher or to simply "watch me" to make sure I didn't go off the deep end. Plus, there was no tellin' as to when said watcher would arrive. As much as it pained me to admit it, vampires and demons were my life... my only life as of late. And even now, they were letting me down. Figures.
Still, as much as it pained me to admit it, I really need to change up my routine so I could have a little human contact. Well, either that or an apocalypse. I'd settle for either.
Thoughts clouded my brain, and with my senses on auto-pilot, I didn't notice my Slayer sense tingling... telling me that someone or something was close and getting closer.
I shook the thoughts out of my head, and continued my walk through Holy Cross Cemetery, careful to stay to the shadows. That was a lesson I'd learned early on, shortly after I moved to Cleveland to serve as the "official protector" of the Hellmouth here. Turns out, police types in Cleveland aren't as used to the late night foot traffic that the graveyards in Sunnydale are. Explaining my way out of that one was an experience I wasn't willing to rehash now or anytime in the near future.
I paused, taking a moment to blow warm air into my cupped hands and rubbing them together. I also used the time to do a quick survey of the area. The ground was blanketed in dead grass that was covered with a light dew that made it glimmer under the brightness of the moon. The many tombstones that littered this over-packed resting place cast lurking shadows, which only served to complete the stereotypical "scary cemetery" vibe.
Suddenly, movement. A thankful smile spread over my face, as I welcomed any possible vamp action. It had been surprisingly "dead" lately... and not in the whole "undead" kind of way. It had actually been two, or maybe three nights since I'd last dusted a vamp, and that had me feelin' a little bit antsy. I squinted my eyes and maneuvered my head in the direction of the hand I thought I saw struggling through the dirt. I'd begun to pull out my stake from the inside of my jacket pocket when I realized that it was just some black bird. The smile quickly faded, and I rolled my eyes. Lovely. A crow in the creepy cemetery, late at night. How ordinarily boring. I let out an exasperated sigh and jammed my hands deep in the pockets of my black denim jacket as I began to creep further into the cemetery.
I mean, what gives? Why is there nothing to pummel? How's a girl to get all her angry out without some nasty to beat up on?
The fact of the matter was that between the late night slaying and the sleeping practically all day, I barely saw anyone. Maybe a pizza guy once in a while, or a cashier working the graveyard shift at the Save-A-Lot grocery store. Sure, Robin was supposedly here somewhere, but being that nothing really materialized with him after moving here, I mostly focused my energies on avoiding him. Giles was talking about sending me a watcher when he found one, but the jury was still out on whether the person was sent to be my watcher or to simply "watch me" to make sure I didn't go off the deep end. Plus, there was no tellin' as to when said watcher would arrive. As much as it pained me to admit it, vampires and demons were my life... my only life as of late. And even now, they were letting me down. Figures.
Still, as much as it pained me to admit it, I really need to change up my routine so I could have a little human contact. Well, either that or an apocalypse. I'd settle for either.
Thoughts clouded my brain, and with my senses on auto-pilot, I didn't notice my Slayer sense tingling... telling me that someone or something was close and getting closer.