Random acts of hopelessness
Ever since Faith had run off things had gotten really quiet around the Hyperion. No Faith for everyone to argue about and no Connor for everyone to question. I still couldn't believe that Connor ended up stabbing himself and pinning it on Faith. That had to mean something really bad. I mean, Angel almost killed her. I stood there and watch him wrap his fingers around her throat and shake her until she stopped moving and I didn't even do anything about it. It wasn't even her fault. She tried to tell him and he just totally wigged anyway. It was like it didn't matter what anyone said about anything, the sun rose and set on Connor around this hotel. I could understand that, well not in the sense of really understanding it- but I knew how much Angel's son meant to Angel. I knew that he felt like he'd somehow let Connor down when Connor was kidnapped by the Wolfram and Hart people. He would beat himself up over that from now until the end of time if no one stopped him, assuming anybody could stop him. It just worried me because Connor wasn't quite right. There was something wrong with anyone who was stabbing themselves and blaming it on other people and Angel was blind when it came to Connor. He couldn't see anything else.
Just when I thought I might just move back to Sunnydale because I wasn't really needed her? I realized that someone had to be the level headed one around here, because it clearly wasn't going to be Angel. So it looked like I was stuck, and really? I had nothing to do because Angel was always leaving to go track down Faith or Connor and then when he did come home he was holed up in his room with Darla and not talking to anyone else. Just sharing this small of a space with Darla made me want to throw up all over my tasteful, trendy and affordable shoes. Still, I was Buffy and that was what I did. I was all with the dealing and putting up with things that had nothing to do with me. Even if she had tried to get Angel to kill me once. Not that I was bitter.
Then one day I woke up and they were gone. No note. No phone call. No hey we're leaving town can you take care of things while we're gone? I trusted Angel, but I trusted Darla about as far as Cordelia could throw her which I was guessing wasn't all that far. No. Cordelia's weapon was generally manipulation and oh yeah, trying to annoy me to death. Like that stupid note she'd left for Darla on the door when Faith had been chained up in the basement. She swore up and down she left it there so Darla would come downstairs and I'd be forced to stake her but something told me that Cordelia was just as willing to throw me and Faith to the dogs if it meant she could have her own way. Now? Now I was stuck in a hotel with Cordelia Chase and that was it. No one else was around. Could my life suck anymore right now? Well, actually yes. I'm Buffy Summers. Ask and you shall receive.
I had no idea where Angel and Darla had run off to but I had the sneaking suspicion that it had to do with Faith and Connor. I was getting all kinds of icky slayer vibes from Faith's direction and as much as I tried to shut them out? They were screaming at me as loudly as they had when she'd taken a trip off the deep end and decided that killing everyone was a good way of working out her issues. I didn't know what to make of it but I assumed that Angel had everything under control. Under control. Just like he had Connor under control. Right. The reason why I had to stay. Hopefully Angel would come home soon and then the two of us? We were having a nice long chat. Probably with some punching.
I'd just gotten done taking my own issues out on the punching bag downstairs when I stopped in the lobby, taking a long drink out of the bottle of water I'd pilfered from the fridge. The days were really long and lonely in the hotel, trapped here alone with Cordelia. Maybe I needed a hobby. I was just wondering whether I'd be better at knitting or pie baking when Cordelia came marching into the lobby. Great. Quickly I made a bee line for the kitchen hoping that I wasn't the one she was looking for and I could avoid having to actually talk to her. But when her fingers closed around my arm I realized that I was exactly who she was looking for.
"Cordelia," I said as I turned around and glanced up at her. Did she look...worried? "What's wrong?"
Just when I thought I might just move back to Sunnydale because I wasn't really needed her? I realized that someone had to be the level headed one around here, because it clearly wasn't going to be Angel. So it looked like I was stuck, and really? I had nothing to do because Angel was always leaving to go track down Faith or Connor and then when he did come home he was holed up in his room with Darla and not talking to anyone else. Just sharing this small of a space with Darla made me want to throw up all over my tasteful, trendy and affordable shoes. Still, I was Buffy and that was what I did. I was all with the dealing and putting up with things that had nothing to do with me. Even if she had tried to get Angel to kill me once. Not that I was bitter.
Then one day I woke up and they were gone. No note. No phone call. No hey we're leaving town can you take care of things while we're gone? I trusted Angel, but I trusted Darla about as far as Cordelia could throw her which I was guessing wasn't all that far. No. Cordelia's weapon was generally manipulation and oh yeah, trying to annoy me to death. Like that stupid note she'd left for Darla on the door when Faith had been chained up in the basement. She swore up and down she left it there so Darla would come downstairs and I'd be forced to stake her but something told me that Cordelia was just as willing to throw me and Faith to the dogs if it meant she could have her own way. Now? Now I was stuck in a hotel with Cordelia Chase and that was it. No one else was around. Could my life suck anymore right now? Well, actually yes. I'm Buffy Summers. Ask and you shall receive.
I had no idea where Angel and Darla had run off to but I had the sneaking suspicion that it had to do with Faith and Connor. I was getting all kinds of icky slayer vibes from Faith's direction and as much as I tried to shut them out? They were screaming at me as loudly as they had when she'd taken a trip off the deep end and decided that killing everyone was a good way of working out her issues. I didn't know what to make of it but I assumed that Angel had everything under control. Under control. Just like he had Connor under control. Right. The reason why I had to stay. Hopefully Angel would come home soon and then the two of us? We were having a nice long chat. Probably with some punching.
I'd just gotten done taking my own issues out on the punching bag downstairs when I stopped in the lobby, taking a long drink out of the bottle of water I'd pilfered from the fridge. The days were really long and lonely in the hotel, trapped here alone with Cordelia. Maybe I needed a hobby. I was just wondering whether I'd be better at knitting or pie baking when Cordelia came marching into the lobby. Great. Quickly I made a bee line for the kitchen hoping that I wasn't the one she was looking for and I could avoid having to actually talk to her. But when her fingers closed around my arm I realized that I was exactly who she was looking for.
"Cordelia," I said as I turned around and glanced up at her. Did she look...worried? "What's wrong?"
