The apartment was nice. Warded against demons and hauntings, as it seemed both had happened to the building on more than one occasion, or that's what rumors had reached my ears. I didn't know where Rhys had been going, but there were things he was fighting when I showed up, that I knew I really didn't know how to deal with, and I wished like hell that I could help, but I knew I'd be more of a hindrance.
The old book that he'd talked about, the one that he'd used to summon the first, he called her, kept catching my eye. It was old, leather bound and the parchment used for pages seemed like touching them would make them crumble to dust.
I knew I didn't belong here, and even had the feeling that Rhys in more ways than one, wasn't wanting me here. Like I am some fragile f*ckin' flower that can't handle myself, and that pisses me off. I've been shootin' since I was seven, fightin' when most girls were playin' with dolls, and huntin' since about the same time. I know how to handle myself, I just don't know how to handle this place. I scrawled a note on a piece of paper, and stuck it on the fridge door, took the book with me, and kept his Metallica shirt.
Rhys~ Going home. This isn't my kinda place, and if you get your sh!t done, you know where I am. Otherwise, I wish you the best with everything.
Kel
It wasn't the best note, but I'm not Oscar Wilde. I felt like a burden, and there was stuff waiting on me back home. I knew I'd miss him, but I knew it wasn't meant to be here, in this place.
The old book that he'd talked about, the one that he'd used to summon the first, he called her, kept catching my eye. It was old, leather bound and the parchment used for pages seemed like touching them would make them crumble to dust.
I knew I didn't belong here, and even had the feeling that Rhys in more ways than one, wasn't wanting me here. Like I am some fragile f*ckin' flower that can't handle myself, and that pisses me off. I've been shootin' since I was seven, fightin' when most girls were playin' with dolls, and huntin' since about the same time. I know how to handle myself, I just don't know how to handle this place. I scrawled a note on a piece of paper, and stuck it on the fridge door, took the book with me, and kept his Metallica shirt.
Rhys~ Going home. This isn't my kinda place, and if you get your sh!t done, you know where I am. Otherwise, I wish you the best with everything.
Kel
It wasn't the best note, but I'm not Oscar Wilde. I felt like a burden, and there was stuff waiting on me back home. I knew I'd miss him, but I knew it wasn't meant to be here, in this place.