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Mentions of near Super!Buffyness. Slice of life and all the inane things we face in life. Slightly skewed timeline in Twilight-verse - if events and people don't match up, make a note and comment. All questions, comments and concerns can be addressed in the review section.
Sometimes, she wondered if she was a masochist. Perhaps she loved the pain. Relished in it even. Is that why she was always with men that hurt her? Made her bleed. Made her cry. Made her curse her very existence.
She had battled with herself to come to a decision. Something reasonable. Something logical. But that sure as hell didn't look anything halfway resembling cool and collected. She had taken one look at his smiling face and escaped. Ran. With her metaphorical tail between her legs.
She was so ashamed
But what was done was done. She could only salvage what little of her pride she had and walk on. Move forward. She had done it countless times before. This was no different. But it is. You're alone.
Damn it! Couldn't she for one minute be at peace, even with herself? Did her subconscious have to be so damn nosey. Couldn't she delude herself just a little? She had so much practice over the years, what's a few more minutes. Thankfully, her mind was her own. Quiet. Soundless.
So focused was she on her inner monologue that she didn't hear them until they surrounded her. If their fierce growling didn't stop her, the smell certainly did.You would think smelling like that I could actually, you know, smell them.
"Nice doggy. I'm just passing through. No reason to get all anal retentive ya' know?"
Apparently, was not the right thing to say.
"I'm so screwed."
To Be Continued