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Chapter 9: Road Trip Reflections
Author’s Notes: *flash backs, kinda*
Chapter 9: Road Trip Reflections
Highway heading towards Sunnydale
July 8, 6:15pm local
CA.
Venka’s POV
As I drive past the “Now Leaving Los Angeles” sign I think on the past few days. Oh they have been loads of fun, NOT!
First I stop in New York to get my sword from Connor and end up not only giving advice to Rachel but getting some unneeded advice from Connor. Then I end up helping a 2nd Gen. dampir take out a master 2nd Gen. named Frost, that was fun I’ll admit, I got ta slice and dice a idiot, that’s always fun. After that I had to take a different flight so I ended up stopping in Seattle, WA, well that’s not so bad, I got to see two old friends and annoy my brother, though I did leave D out of the loop. I’ll call him only if I need him, he tends to go in to over kill when it comes to Dad, it’s not pretty.
Next I stop for gas in L.A. and end up saving a Seer I don’t even know who I give a ride home and see Angelus again. But he has a soul so no dusting aloud, which sucked, but I did get to threaten him which was kinda fun; I loved the look on his face. Man I hate that vampire with a passion.
Before I leave I decide to stop by a demon karaoke bar, end up sing which is not my favorite thing to do and getting cryptic advice and a warning from someone I don’t even know, yeah the past few has have been real fun.
Now here I am on the way to the Hellmouth with an hour and fifty minute drive left, my life sucks at the moment. The only good thing I can think about if the fact that the Hellmouth has tons of demons I can take my frustrations out on, yeah!
It’s now 6:30 and alls not well and sarcasm abounds. Man if I start to rhyme someone shoot me, please? I sigh, this is boring, I hate long drives. At that I start to think about all the other long trips I’ve been on and there have been a lot though the ones that stick out in my mind were with Isabella.
*It was 1455 and we where in the area where St. Petersburg would later be built tracking down some demon, I forgot the things name, we had been tracking the bugger for two weeks before we caught the damn thing. That really wasn’t any fun since we had to tramp though the muck the place still was. I can still smell that damned place and the demon, it stunk especially after me and Isabella cut the thing up, ugh, it was worse then rotten eggs or burning flesh I swear.*
The thought of burning flesh reminds me of the time me and D where in Germany, it was 1983, Dachau and D for some reason took me along to see the inside of the death camp, even after that amount of time the place still held the scent of death, enough to make ME gag. I never did understand why Hitler killed people off the way he did, world domination I can understand but the senseless killing he had a thing for was and still is beyond me. The man was just plane nuts, I mean he tried the same move Napoleon did when trying to invade Siberia, it didn’t work the first time what made him think it would work for him? Like I said the man was nuts.
Huh, I look up a see that I’m nearing Sunnydale, the sign ahead says 5 I have five miles left, good I need to get off this bike and stretch my legs a bit.
The End.
What ya think?
Yeah I know it’s short but it’s kind a filler really. The idea just stuck in my head so I typed it up.
Chapter 9: Road Trip Reflections
Highway heading towards Sunnydale
July 8, 6:15pm local
CA.
Venka’s POV
As I drive past the “Now Leaving Los Angeles” sign I think on the past few days. Oh they have been loads of fun, NOT!
First I stop in New York to get my sword from Connor and end up not only giving advice to Rachel but getting some unneeded advice from Connor. Then I end up helping a 2nd Gen. dampir take out a master 2nd Gen. named Frost, that was fun I’ll admit, I got ta slice and dice a idiot, that’s always fun. After that I had to take a different flight so I ended up stopping in Seattle, WA, well that’s not so bad, I got to see two old friends and annoy my brother, though I did leave D out of the loop. I’ll call him only if I need him, he tends to go in to over kill when it comes to Dad, it’s not pretty.
Next I stop for gas in L.A. and end up saving a Seer I don’t even know who I give a ride home and see Angelus again. But he has a soul so no dusting aloud, which sucked, but I did get to threaten him which was kinda fun; I loved the look on his face. Man I hate that vampire with a passion.
Before I leave I decide to stop by a demon karaoke bar, end up sing which is not my favorite thing to do and getting cryptic advice and a warning from someone I don’t even know, yeah the past few has have been real fun.
Now here I am on the way to the Hellmouth with an hour and fifty minute drive left, my life sucks at the moment. The only good thing I can think about if the fact that the Hellmouth has tons of demons I can take my frustrations out on, yeah!
It’s now 6:30 and alls not well and sarcasm abounds. Man if I start to rhyme someone shoot me, please? I sigh, this is boring, I hate long drives. At that I start to think about all the other long trips I’ve been on and there have been a lot though the ones that stick out in my mind were with Isabella.
*It was 1455 and we where in the area where St. Petersburg would later be built tracking down some demon, I forgot the things name, we had been tracking the bugger for two weeks before we caught the damn thing. That really wasn’t any fun since we had to tramp though the muck the place still was. I can still smell that damned place and the demon, it stunk especially after me and Isabella cut the thing up, ugh, it was worse then rotten eggs or burning flesh I swear.*
The thought of burning flesh reminds me of the time me and D where in Germany, it was 1983, Dachau and D for some reason took me along to see the inside of the death camp, even after that amount of time the place still held the scent of death, enough to make ME gag. I never did understand why Hitler killed people off the way he did, world domination I can understand but the senseless killing he had a thing for was and still is beyond me. The man was just plane nuts, I mean he tried the same move Napoleon did when trying to invade Siberia, it didn’t work the first time what made him think it would work for him? Like I said the man was nuts.
Huh, I look up a see that I’m nearing Sunnydale, the sign ahead says 5 I have five miles left, good I need to get off this bike and stretch my legs a bit.
The End.
What ya think?
Yeah I know it’s short but it’s kind a filler really. The idea just stuck in my head so I typed it up.