Witchy

bitch_of_witch @ 2005-06-19T16:17:00

2005-06-19T13:19:12Z

I've missed Los Angeles, with all it's busy and obviously crazy rhythm, with the evil and screwed up being, it's home. Of course, now it's just tainted in blood and that's something no one wants on their walls, but we have to take what there is, no? Sadly, this has to be the 'that' that there is.

Magic. It's tricky and however the people would like, there is no good magic or bad magic, there's just magic, the good and bad is at how you use it, a great example with a chain reaction has passed. I doubt anyone missed it. Doubt you can when there's death coming in and saying 'hello' before killing half of the people you know and bruising the rest.

Doing a spell that gets killed young, innocent girls? Must feel real good, no? Well, obviously, not, still, I can't blame... Oh, hell with it, I can blame, and not only can I, I will too! You use magic if you know with what you're dealing. How you're dealing. Emotions. It's what fails you. It's how it is. Pity no one ever takes a notice. And now we have a twisted path of blood. How neat.

When your friends die? You cry. You feel sad. You mourn. And I did. On my way to deal with half other things. It's not easy to grieve while you have to go all way over the country to tell someone their daughter is dead. And you know what's the saddest in all that? I think I grieved more than Eliza's parents did. Isn't that fucked?

I thought it would help. Me leaving. I thought it would do good to tell people in the eyes that they kid is dead instead of telling it through phone, I find it impersonal and that's just wrong. I should have known better. Not only all this 'lets leave for a bit' turned in disaster on my part as I ended up yelling at Eliza's parents when they told me 'they had expected' her to die, but it didn't go all that nice and peachy over here either, did it now?

One can actually feel the power when entering the city. It's everywhere. Power and magic. And how really twisted everything is. But that might be just me, not everyone. Still, the power is just... I'm not even sure how to describe it, there just is so much of it. I wonder what's the source of that. My bet isn't on fluffy Easter bunny.

I probably would have been back sooner but I had to get rid of Amber first. Yes, that sounds cruel, but I don't think it would have been the right thing to take her back to Los Angeles when half of the people she loved is dead and the other half broken. God knows what' going on with Connor. I doubt a three years old could have dealt. So I dropped her off to my mother. In Europe. Far enough from here, because here isn't very stable. At least for now.

My cell phone is full with messages from Wolfram and Hart. Seems that people are quitting and just plain not coming back to work, and really, since when is that my problem? I'm the head of one department not the whole firm. But of course, I guess I do fall in the category of people who are plain not coming back to work. But I am now, why are they complaining?

Work sweet work. Do you know many people that would first head to their work after long trip instead of going home? But then again... know many people who work for Wolfram and Hart?

Besides, I have to see what in hell has been going on, no? And where to find a better place than Wolfram and Hart that knows about everything that's been up?

bitch_of_witch @ 2005-02-25T14:02:00

2005-02-25T12:02:12Z

I'm pretty sure I promised myself to never drink again last time I got drunk. Where is that promise now when I'm hangover? I could really use it right about now. Booze is evil. My head hurts. And I really need coffee. Like now. And coffee shall I get then.

"Look like shit, Mel!" Ow! Does he talk this loud on purpose? I he does! Connor's evil! I mean, both his parents are vampires or ex-vampires or whatever the hell, he probably has got some of their evilness. Is evilness a word? To early and too painful for me to think.

"Coffee. Need coffee." I mutter to myself picking up the coffee can. Ooh! Look! There's actually some coffee! Tastes like shit, though, so it's probably Connor's made, but still, coffee is coffee. Coffee is good when you're hangover. Coffee is good. Period.

"So, why did you get Lily drunk?" Connor asks me watching me with that stupid amusement in his eyes. Right! Make fun of the poor girl in pain! Why don't you? Bastard. And what does he mean by me getting Lily drunk?

"I did not get her drunk! I didn't even get to talk with her till the moment we with Max were leaving." Oh, damn! Max! I had nearly forgot about that. I need to call mom. And yell at her. And then beg her to take him back home. Even though I can already hear her telling me to suck it up and leave her alone. No love there!

"Uh huh." Does he sound amused by all this? He does! I would so kick his ass if my brain wouldn't feel frozen at the moment! "By the way, I didn't even know you have siblings." Yeah, well. That's probably for a reason, don't you think?

"That's because Max ain't a sibling. He's a pain in my ass." Stupid mothers who marries other men that has evil, spoiled brats for sons. Or was that my mom that spoiled Max? I wouldn't know. I wouldn't care.

"Right." I swear I will kick him! "So don't you have work to be at?"

"Do you want to be hexed, Connor?" Because I so can hex him! Oh, cute. Now he's laughing at me. "Just a wave Connor and you gonna wake up being a girl!" Ha! That shuts him up! "I'm going back to sleep. Eliza should come over later to watch Amber." I wonder if Eliza's hangover too. Probably not. Just so I can suffer alone. Though, Lily's probably hangover...

bitch_of_witch @ 2005-01-31T17:45:00

2005-01-31T15:45:53Z

"You're a little, evil thing, Ambs." She is. That thing she pulled at Angel's? With me being the world's worst person? Total farce. She just likes being nice to people she believes deserve it the most. Like Angel at the moment. Because, oh so sad, everyone's blaming him for what has happened with Connor and that's sucha depressing thought that he just has to brood all day and my poor little baby girl is the only person to bring the joy. Amber's a drama queen. And she has not got that from me.

"Yeah, I am." She grins and nods. Ok, so there is a lot of stuff she does actually take after me in. Just she's even better at it. Like making people do whatever she wants. It's just how Amber is. She loves that she can manipulate people, even if she doesn't even know she does it. One day Ambs'll make a great politician.

I refuse to even comment to that. People seem to find it fun lately to annoy me. Like the pink Amber's wearing. On purpose. And yes, a three years old can wear pink just to annoy her mother. At least Amber can. She's too smart for her own good. Or is that my good? I should just send her away. Though, she would probably come back like a cat. Cats come back when you throw them out and drove all the way over the country. Not that my kid is a cat.

There's a message from Lily on my cell phone. She's out for a party at some bar and says I could go too if I want to. Maybe I do want to. Party and getting drunk sounds somewhat real nice. I wonder if Connor's home so he can babysit Amber. Or I could always ask Angel, it's not like any of them would be mind babysitting each other anyway. Hmm, maybe I could just wrap Amber and give her as present to Angel... Nah. Why in hell would I give Angel a present?

"Connor? You're home?" I hope he is. I want to go out. My body could use a party, I have been working ever since the wedding and being 23 years old should contain more than just work. Dancing and drinking could be the start. More sex would be nice too.

"Yeah, I'm here." Oh, the boy looks tired. Who could blame him, really? "You're not planning on hexing me or something, right?" Sucha smart boy this one is, probably has it from his mother, because, ya know, does not have it from Angel...

"Not now. Later." Connor actually looks relieved. And he should. I can hex very well, thank you. "I want to go to that party thing Lily's at and you're here to watch Amber. This time really watch her not drop her somewhere." He only shrugs and walks back in the kitchen. I fallow. What? I want to know how did the 'meeting the parents' go. "So?"

"So what?" Oh, come on, Connor! You're not that slow! "Oh, right. It was just fine. I don't want to talk about it." I roll my eyes, just can't help it. The boy is sucha damn drama queen. But ok, I won't ask now, just because I think I will be more willing to listen to all his overreacted shits when I'm drunk. Or hangover. That's the plan then.

"Ok, don't talk. I'm leaving. Get Amber some dinner. And no pizza!" Last time he did feed her pizza. And coke. Coke as in coca-cola. Not as in cocaine. English language is very disturbing. "Leaving now." I call before picking up my car keys and walking out of the house. Party. Sounds so nice.

It's not hard to find the bar after I call Lily and ask the directions. It's not a big nightclub kind of bar, but it's still neat. Has some music and I can see the bar as I walk in. Very good. Just there're too many teenagers here.

"Martini." Why not to start the evening now? Besides, I love how they don't ask my ID anymore. Ahh, I wonder how much I need to drink to forget some of the languages I have in my head...

power_play

2005-01-02T09:14:27Z

"Did you hear a word of what I just said?" I ask looking at Connor; he's all cozy on the couch watching some weird movie on TV. You know, for someone who's supposed to be all crazy or messed up or what the fuck ever, he's way too calm.

"Get dressed. Wear something normal. Eat. Take Ambs to the Hyperion hotel so Eliza can forget to look after her. Go and do something good. Go to the college later." He repeats not even looking up at me. Brat.

"Right. Whatever. I don't have time for this." I am not his mother. Either of them. I have done excessively much already. I pick up my stuff and shake my head before leaving for work. My life is pretty boring if you come to think of it.

The traffic in Los Angeles never stops annoying me. I can walk to the Wolfram and Hart within twenty minutes. With the car? It takes me about an hour or even more. I'm not even sure why am I driving instead of walking...

"Morning, Miss Wor." Blah, blah, blah... I think I haven't been in work at time for a month or so, people actually seems surprised. Or I think so. I can't really bother looking up at them. No, it's not supposed to be evil, much, I'm just tired. Wolfram and Hart can do that to a person. I need to find something new, something exciting.

Obviously not today as it seems like have more prophecies to translate than I had in the last month together. I wonder why am I even doing this taking the fact I'm supposed to work here as historian, more than get to translate thing... Work sucks. I should just use work phone for long distance calls. Like call to Europe. Yeah! I doubt that Wolfram and Hart pays its bills anyway...

power_play

2004-11-16T05:38:44Z

Past days has been a mess. Seriously. But the crisis is over now, so I can go back to work. I have kinda a lot to catch up with. Prophecies, books, stupid, stinky demons that needs their 'death' to be explained. My work sucks, but I love it anyway. I must love pain. Well, emotional, because I knew about the physical already. Kinky. Anyway, I need to get an assistant. Or just some smart, dorky guy with knowledge of shitload of languishes. I can't be the only one, can I? Please?

Amber's off to do whatever she does when I bring her to Wolfram and Hart. I really sometimes wonder what does she do. Though, my bet? She probably goes to Angel. It's not like he can ask her leave anyway, right? No one says 'no' to Ambs. Except for me. And I think Connor too. But everyone else? They love Amber too much to say 'no' to her... I wonder if she can ask Angel take her to a walk in a park in the middle of day...

Connor. There's another story. He went to the Big Bear Lake with Lily, I'm sure the girl will make sure Connor relaxes a little. God knows he needs to relax. And get laid. The boy is way too stressed and confused, not that anyone can blame him after everything that has happened. Still he's a drama queen and probably enjoys the attention. But that's just my thoughts...

I should probably go and talk with Angel about Connor. I should. Doesn't mean I will. I got over that 'Ooh! Angel!' thing. I have no idea what it was I had used, but... not want repeat that. Ever. I wonder if it's the same that made Angel all love Connor and Lindsey go all '...but look at the bright side of things!' gig. I surely hope so, that would mean they have it wore off too, right? I hope so.

"Here's one more of the Bleh'noa prophecy parts, Miss Wor." Alice says as she walks in it one more stack of papers. God, this sucks! More work? I should just... retire. That sounds fun. I wonder if I can retire at age 23...

"This kinda sucks." I comment after sighing and sitting down. I reach for one of the prophecy parts and my notebook. I really need someone who could help me, how in hell comes I'm the only fucked up enough in Wolfram and Hart that gets this many prophecies to translate? "Alice? Can you see if they can find me some help? Assistant, co-worker, what the fuck ever, kind of help?" I look up at the woman/demon/something hopefully and she smiles to me and nods before leaving. I should fire her. I think she wants to sacrifice me or something... freaky. Anyway, there's always a hope she finds me a new help. Fast.

While she's on it? I should work. God, this sucks!

power_play

2004-10-25T12:38:38Z

“Morning.” Connor says as he walks in the kitchen. Well, he still looks like shit. But I think he knows that. He picks up Amber from the chair and sits down taking her in his lap. Yeah, smart move. Make sure the girl’s happy. She has been asking me all morning what Connor is doing her. Of course, I told her with the first time he’s sleeping, but believe me, three year olds are not meant to understand simply answers. She’s probably expecting me to tell her that he has been kidnapped by Teletubbies and now needs to rest because they made him eat those wooden cookies...

“How didcha sleep?” I ask as I pour coffee for him and get some pancakes for him to eat. Connor doesn’t really look happy with the fact I’m making him eat breakfast, but he doesn’t say anything. Smart boy.

“Okay, I suppose. I didn’t really have any dreams; that’s a good thing.” Connor says as he sips the coffee. I bet that not having dreams are good thing. I had nightmares all night and only because of that little trip in his head. Poor baby, he must feel crazy. “I’ll be going after I eat.” He says quietly and moves Amber to the chair besides him.

“Going where?” I ask and he looks up at me confused. I don’t think he has thought of that. Going where? Does he really have anywhere to go? Yeah, the dorms, but I doubt he wants to go there. His parents? Which ones? The Hyperion? Not fucking likely. “Do you really have a place to go, Connor?”

He doesn’t answer, just looks down at his breakfast. God, this is fucked. What in hell is a nineteen years old kid supposed to do when his life is this fucked up? Oh, right, let’s not forget the good auntie Mel. “Stay here.” I offer and Connor looks up surprised. “I mean it, this house is big enough for an army, so one person more or less won’t really matter.”

“You mean it?” He sounds really surprised. What? Do I really seem to people as some evil witch who eats babies? I don’t. Eat babies, I mean.

“Yeah, I mean it. You’re welcome to stay here... as long as you don’t turn into total psycho and kill me and Ambs while we’re sleeping.” Hey! I have read his bio, you know! He shoots me an evil look and I only shrug. It’s not my fault his biography describes him as psychotic person. Just saying.

“Ok. But just while I figure out where to stay.” Right. I hope he understand that living here means he will need to do something too. Um... what one can actually do in this house? I mean, I clean it, wash dishes, iron the clothes and everything else I do with magic. What one can actually do around here?

“Right. Ok. You can go and pick up your things from dorms and bring them here. Here.” I throw him the car keys. “Just don’t crash somewhere.” He nods and I actually think he seems happy. Well, as happy as you can be knowing that all your life has been a lie.

“Did you manage to call Angel last night?” Connor asks as he stands up and goes to put the now empty dishes in the dishwasher.

“No. His phone wasn’t working. I hope everything is ok with him. And I fucking well hope this damn wish to be nice to him will go away.” Connor chuckles at that. Hey! This is not funny! It’s sad! “Have you called Lily? I’m sure she worries too...”

I can tell he doesn’t like that she’s worried, but I doubt he feels like talking with her now either. Love is a funny thing. “I... I don’t know what to tell her.” He says sadly and I roll my eyes.

“Tell her you’re a fuck up but you still love her.” I say and give him the phone. “Ask her over. Talk. You sure as hell could use someone who loves you as much as she does.” He knows I’m right. I always am.

“Right.” Connor takes the phone and walks out from the kitchen. See, this went nicely. Angel should be proud of me. Oh, fuck! I am so killing whoever made me be nice to Angel. Because this has to be spell. Or drugs.

power_play

2004-10-24T08:49:20Z

Catching a guy who technically is a son of two vampires is kinda hard. Especially if you run like a girl. The ‘find/rescue Connor party’? Must have been the weirdest thing that has happened in a long time. At first it was going well, more or less, Angel was sad and everything, but you can’t blame the poor guy with everything that has happened who wouldn’t be sad? Oh, hell... yes! This is the worst part. Me being nice to Angel. Not that he couldn’t use someone being nice to him as I’m always a bitch... damn! Anyway. I sense magic. Must be magic. Or drugs.

“You know, catching you is like the hardest thing in the world.” Connor turns around in an eye blink. Oh, shit! I hope he doesn’t decided on killing me. The boy did have homicidal tendencies. At least he won’t dust Angel. Oh, please, God, save me!

“How did...” He’s confused. Well at least he doesn’t have the axe anymore. Even if he is really good with it as Angel said. Angel’s right. I’m crazy. Connor’s very talented.

“I’m a witch, hon. You didn’t actually think I will run all this way after you. It’s called teleportation.” It really isn’t like I would have managed to catch him if I would have run. Running really isn’t my thing. Besides, I run like a girl. Oh, fuck you, Angel!

“What do you want?” Um... I was on ‘rescue Connor’ party, even if it did totally suck, I was a part of it, so obviously I’m here to rescue him. And to make Angel happy. This is insane.

“Angel’s really worried about you.” He’s face twitch at Angel’s name and I silently curse myself. Stop mentioning Angel, Mel. And stop thinking nice and fuzzy about Angel, that’s simply sick! “Ok, forget that. Just don’t mention Angel to me. Even if he is really worried. Damn! There’s just something weird going on. Magic.” Or I really hope so.

“Right.” He says and sits down on one of the boxes. At least he isn’t running. That’s good. And the isn’t trying to kill me. That’s even better. And he isn’t trying to kill Angel. ~~Thank God!~~ Pity. “I figured something is off. I have wanted to kill Angel for however long I remember myself...” Connor’s face shades a little and, yeah, I do feel sorry for him. No one this young should go through this much. But Angel meant only well. Fuck! “Anyway, both Angel and Lindsey was behaving very out of character. Or so I think. I’m not really sure about anything anymore...” He says sadly.

“You should come with me.” Connor looks up at me as I say that. I can see he has no wish to go back and meet Angel and Lindsey again. And neither do I. I have no wish to go back to hugging Angel. All this is so twisted! “You look like shit, Connor.”

“Thanks.” He responds sarcastically and I grin. Sarcasm is a good thing. That means he isn’t all that lost. Well, ok scratch that, the boy just got one more set of lifetime memories. Most of people would probably have already lost their mind.

“You’re welcome.” I grin. “But what I meant was, that you should come home with me. Take a shower. Eat something. Sleep in a normal bed.” He looks at me warily. Hey, do I look like some kind of child molester?! I’m four years older than he is! Well, ok, technically he’s younger than Ambs... can you see how twisted all this is?

“Why would you do that?” He sounds so lost. He is, no doubt in that. Lost, little boy. Lost and scared. God, Angel fucked up good. But he didn’t meant to. He really loves Connor. All Angel tried to do was make it all better. And I think I will need to commit suicide if I don’t stop with the cheering for Angel.

“Because you’re just a kid, Connor. Lost and scared kid. I want to help. You need help, even if you don’t want to admit it.” He knows I’m right. I wonder if he has eat a thing all these days while he was lost. My guess is no. “My home is big enough and you never have been there, so no memories. Only making new ones. It’s better than staying here, isn’t it?” Please, say ‘yes’ and come with me. I’m getting cold. And Angel’s worried.

“Um... ok.” The answer is said nearly above whisper and I know that he doesn’t really want to go. Or he isn’t sure about what he wants or doesn’t want. Everything is so messed up. I wonder how Lindsey will talk with Wes in the chipper state he was...

“Come.” I offer him my hand which he warily takes. God, I need some pills for my head. Connor’s mind must be the most chaotic place ever.

power_play

2004-10-23T23:32:04Z

All this is so very wrong. I mean… where the hell did the being nice to Angel come? Like seriously, I haven’t used any drugs since I was seventeen, though, the doctors always says drugs leaves marks in your brain for ages. I will so curse the fucker who gave me whatever it was all those years back... I mean... me being nice to Angel! That’s like one of the signs of the apocalypse.

“Yeah, we’re close. I can sense him. Him and my prom dress.” I shoot a deadly look at Lindsey. Hey! I might want to be nice to Angel for some freaking reason, but I can still bitch at Lindsey. Prom for God’s sake! What do I look like, sixteen?!

Ouch! Fuck! Connor must be close. I nearly faint at the sensation that goes through my head. He’s close. Very close. And very angry. And lost. And confused. And angry. Very angry. I grab Lindsey’s had so I wouldn’t fall. My vision has gone all blurry and my head’s spinning. This isn’t good, is it? In an eye blink I see the boy move past me. Right to the Angel. Faster than anyone can say anything Connor has an axe pressed against Angel’s neck. Oh God, I hope he doesn’t hurt him! Huh?

“Hi, dad.” The boy says loud and clear. He looks like shit. Not that I will tell him that now. Not really planning to tell something like that to the boy with an axe.

“Um... at least we found him?” I offer still holding on Lindsey’s hand. Thanks, Connor, I think my head will blow up soon...

power_play

2004-09-09T15:41:00Z

I will never, ever drink again. Drinking is evil! Booze is the devil. I’m pretty sure of that. My head hurts, very, very much, but I’m still driving. At least Amber’s asleep in the back seat. I couldn’t deal with all the babbling at the moment... Hangover sucks ass! And so does going back to Los Angeles. I liked Vegas, it was pretty and shiny and... or right, the booze. Bad Vegas!

Fred called me last night all nervous and everything, asked me if I can perform a test for making sure she’s not under a love spell or something... I wonder what’s all that about... I’m driving to Fred’s, won’t even go home before. Ain’t I noble? Well, friends comes first and what the fuck, right? Right. Hangover or not, Fred asked for help... Life with out friends must be much more easily... not that I’m complaining...

Here we are. The City of Angels... It’s actually shiny too, not as shiny as Las Vegas and one can’t really see through all the smog, but L.A.’s still shiny... if you look carefully. I stop by the house Fred lives in and after getting Ambs and myself out walk in. I hope I won’t be too late, but Fred said its ok whenever I can get. And I hope it won’t take long, I want to get Amber home... and get some pills for myself. And coffee. And some other shit that would help get over the hangover. Booze is the evil.

“Fred? It’s Melissa.” I call as I knock on the door. Amber snuggles closer to me but doesn’t wake up, damn, one couldn’t wake that kid up with symphonic orchestra my one’s side...

bitch_of_witch @ 2004-08-22T02:27:00

2004-08-21T23:27:22Z

I like Vegas. Seriously. It’s shiny. I like shiny. In that very much not a kleptomaniac way. But Vegas is nice. Though, I would never have wedding here. It might be nice and whatnot but that’s way not my stile. But I suppose if you want to get married now, why not? Not blaming anyone here, really. I like wedding. Not as much as I like the times where there is no wedding, but still wedding is nice. Fun. Get lotsa drinks and get drunk. Well, you can do that if you don’t have three years old with you.

“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we...” Did I mention annoying three years old? Well, Ambs surely is. She’s annoying the hell out of me and there’s nothing I can do about it. And she knows it. Little pixie. “Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”

“Can’t you just look out the window and keep you mouth shut for five minutes?” I wonder if she can talk with her mouth shut. Somehow I’m sure she would manage to do just that. Just to get on my nerves. See? She’s adorable whenever anyone is around but when there are just me and her she starts this annoyance war. What have I ever done to earn this?

“How come everything’s so shiny?” Oh, well, at least she stopped asking if we’re there yet. After three hours. I feel so lucky!

“There’s lights all over the place. All the city is like this. Shiny.” Did I already say I like shiny? Yeah, I think I did. Well, Amber loves shiny too. In that very much not kleptomaniac way. And it keeps her bit quieter. Yay Vegas!

“Nice! It’s pretty! Can we move here?” Oh, well... no. Why would anyone want to live in city of fast wedding, loose of money and full time illumination? I for one have got no idea. This city is nice and pretty and everything. If you don’t need to live here.

“Nah. We’ve got a pretty house in LA. I like there.” I do. Except for the lack of fresh air. But I think that’s loss for all the damn country. Home was much more fresh aired. And yes, I do know that for someone who gets money for thinking I suck at it.

“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there...” Ahh, at least it took five minutes. Anything that can shut that kid up for at least five minutes is my hero.

“Yes, we’re here.” I say and stop the car. Thank God the torture is over! Well, yeah, there will the way back, but I’m gonna have fun before that. Need to keep myself awake somehow, right?

“Yay! We’re here!” Amber jumps out of the car as soon as I’ve opened her baby seat. Oh, yeah, the baby loves Vegas. Good on her! Maybe she could move here...

power_play

2004-06-30T08:59:34Z

Can one kill its boss? Well, yeah, I know one can, but I meant can can, you know... can. So, can it? Really slow and painfully? I hope yes. Because... He made me drink blood! I mean, seriously, what does that vampire think he is? Daring a witch isn't something one should do and now he thinks he has won. Like hell he is! It's really just his lucky day. If I wouldn't have to pick Amber up from babysitter's, that brooding idiot would have so lost it. But I swear that ain't how it ends. And he called my daughter a demon. Well, that' SO sweet from him! Let's wait what will happen when I tell that to Ambs, and I surely will! I might be bitch and all that, but I've never called someone's child a demon, just because I wouldn't like her mother. That vampire should learn how to be nice around people. All I asked was a day off. A half day off! And what do I get? A lecture that I don't do my work and cookies with blood. Can't really choose which one I preffered more...

He thinks I'm not doing anything around here, huh? Well, let me tell ya, sweetie cake, I do more that you! God, I'm like doing half of the job this firm has. Translating is just one of the things in my list. You know, I should really leave this job; I'd like to see how they keep this up with out me. But I'm too good for that. I might not like Angel, but I do like Fred and Lorne and sometimes Wes too, and it's always fun to be around Gunn. Even if no one seems to think that they need me for this job, I know they do and that's why I would never leave. I'm too good for it. Ahh, well, than I guess I'm the only one whom to blame for eating cookies with blood, ain't I?

Still, I can have fun, can't I? Sixteen hours in the same car with Fred, Lorne, Amber and Angel. Well, bossy boss, know that I will do my best to make these the most awful thirty two hours of your life. And he's more than two hundred years old... I am a nice person, when I meet one. And my dear boss? Not so much in my 'be nice' list. Didn't really earn a place in there with his bloody cookies.

So, can one kill its boss?

power_play

2004-06-30T08:58:46Z

Well, working in an evil law firm is... fun. Or at least it should be. Not really much of fun around lately. I can't say that I enjoyed all the evil actions they had around here before Angel and his little sidekicks move in, but at least that was lightly fun! But now? Work, work, work, annoy Lilah and Wesley, work, work, have a nice talk with Lorne, work, work, work, ask Fred to join me over a cup of coffee, work, work, annoy Angel, work, work... Yeah, so my life is pretty much concentrated around work. And Amber. Can't forget Ambs. It's actually funny to watch people/vampires/demons/whatnot when I bring the little girl around. They might be evil and all, but little kid can crack them all. You should have seen that Rah'naon demon, when Ambs asked him if his horns can be taken off. The expression on his face was hilarious. Or at least I think it was, never can be sure what expression demon has, they kinda all the same, that 'Grr-Agrrr' face? Dumb. Though, my three year old likes it. She will grow up as a very strange kid, I bet. Spending a lot of time between demons, how good can it be? But she has a lot of friends between them, so... Weird, just weird...

I finally finished translating that prophecy for Ghwhnerh demon. Came out that he will do suicide. Funny, really... Ahh, well... Just got back from archives... I was looking for that list Wesley asked. Persons/demons who can cause mass memory lose. I wonder why he needs this. I bet it's not only because he's curious, but, yeah, it's not really any of my business. I should learn to stop be so nosy, it kinda annoys me too. Though, I can't help it. I just like to know. So, yeah, I'm nosy, sue me! I work in a law firm; I can afford to get good lawyers, though, they probably will just kill you and the case is closed. That's why it's an evil law firm. Heh, the fun of working here...

Interesting, could I get the rest of day off? It's not like I wouldn't have done my job month ahead. They should not just give me a half day off, but a month off! I've been working in W&H for nearly a year and with out me they probably now would just be doing the things I did half year ago. Face it, this firm needs me. I'm one of the best specialists in History and languishes they have around here. Well, there's still Wesley, but I don't really count him in. He really doesn't count, does he now? I mean, he came here with Angel, so that means his... boss' pet, yeah! Though, I do need to admit that he's good at all that crap his doing. Smart and all. I like him. He actually is useful to have around, and fun to annoy too. Right, back to my free day...

I walked towards Angel's office. Who else to ask if not the boss himself? I walked past Harmony, clearly ignoring her, because... just because. Opening the door to Angel's office, I walked in. So, there were some people or things or whatever. What of it? It's not like I would care. What can he do? Fire me? Like hell he will...

"Can I get the rest of the day off?" I asked looking over to the vampire who didn't really seem to be happy about my appearance, though, I don't think he ever was.