The bus ride to every other person was not that long, but to me.. seemed like forever an' a day. I was thinking 'bout a lot of things -- 'bout B, the boss, Sunny-D, hell.. even Wes. Couldn't believe where I was and how far I came.. was jus' a normal girl looking for a good time and then I became a slayer which was even better. Next thing I knew I was runnin' away from the cops for bein' a wanted murderer and then enemies with B and her groupies.
It's wicked how life is. I had to admit I didn't know if this hatred was for the Scoobs or for me. Y'know what.. fuck it. The hole is too deep for me to climb out now -- no possible way. I'm 'the slayer gone bad' or whatever they like to call me.. I chose this path an' I'm gonna stick with it. Probably end up dead but I couldn't really care anymore.. I welcomed death. "But not without a fight," I said, my thought seeping through my lips. Brought a few glares toward me but they were quick to turn their attention elsewhere. Smart.
God, all this thinkin' is doing nothin' but fustrating me. Enough of that.
The bus halted and Los Angeles was called upon the header. Okay.. so 'ere I am. City of Angels. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and slowly walked my way out of the vehicle, taking that first step what is gonna be my new home. I'm diggin' the scene.. probably some badass clubs 'round here too.
But first I need some cash.. won't get anywhere without that. And the easiest way to get that is..
"Hey baby," a voice called out to me as I neared an alley. The carrier then approached me from behind, settling his hand upon my shoulder. I turned around to face him only to find myself lookin' upon what seemed like a guy tryin' to dress like a pimp of some sort. The suit looked expensive.. an' the jewelry he wore was obnoxious. It was wicked obvious this guy was carryin' a decent amount of dough. "Going my way?"
A grin was moved upon my lips. "Maybe I am." I answered, my steps slowly leading deeper and deeper into the dark alley. He followed close behind like a lapdog -- making this all too easy for me. I leaned against the wall behind me, waiting for him to approach me again.
"If that's the case.." He placed his hands on both sides of my head and leaned in closer and closer to me. By this time I already managed to pull out the butterfly knife I was able to nab before I left Sunny-D, taking full advantage of the darkness that surrounded us. When his lips finally was finally placed upon mine that's when I made my move..
My hand lifted to take a good grip upon his collar. "Scream for me," I whispered before the blade suddenly reached his lower gut. All he could do was muffle a quiet cry, his wide eyes looking upon me in total shock. With the noise goin' on in the streets and the sirens blazing somewhere else, it was almost impossible for anyone to hear him.
His life was slippin' in my hold as I gave him another stab, feeling his blood seep upon my hand. It looked like he wanted to say somethin' to me but only managed out a final breath before falling completely limp. About time..
I released him to the ground. With the mess that I made, I was lucky only to get some on my hand. Leaning forward I reached into his coat to pull out his wallet -- holy crap this guy was loaded! "Thanks sweetness." I chuckled rather chipperly, examining the cash with my clean hand. I stuffed the money into my pocket and threw the wallet into the dumpster nearby which gave me an idea..
He was pretty heavy but that's why we slayers have 'slayer strength'. I threw him in without even bothering to take a look afterward, closing the door.
Now that I have that taken care of.. it's time to have some fun. I was feelin' pretty five by five an' I wanted a drink. Had to get clean up first, of course.. probably can change and wash up in a public restroom on my way.
L.A. was definately my type of town.