A little tease..

Falon was drunk. Dead drunk. She had never been a drinker before, but a couple of hours ago it had sounded like a good idea. For the past three weeks she had tried to forget everything and everyone. Especially Aidan. It was better this way. She thought grimly as she took another swig of the bottle she was carrying in her hand. She thought about the last three weeks and cringed. She had run into one fight after another and yet she was still alive. If she hadn't been trying to get herself killed then she would have been killed. Wasn't Fate a fickle thing. When she was trying to stay alive she almost died and when she wanted to die she couldn't. Fate sucked. Falon shook her head trying to get those thoughts out of her head. As she continued to walk or rather stumble down the street she came face to face with three or was it six Witches. Falon thought to herself as she squinted her eyes trying to get them to stop moving. “Move out of the way you, idiots.” Falon said with a slur. Hey maybe this was her lucky day. Maybe Fate was back to working right.

“Well you have either gotten braver or dumber, Falon.” One of the Witches said with a sneer.

“I...would...go...with dumber, Amos.” Falon said as she swayed on her feet. “Now will you six stop moving so I can kill you.” Falon said her vision blurring and wavering making the three Witches turn into six moving ones again. Man she wished they would stop moving. It was starting to make her really sick.

“She is drunk. This should be easy.” One of the others said with a laugh.

“Knowing my luck lately....” Falon said and then stopped and closed her eyes to keep herself from throwing up, “Probably not.” As Falon faced off with the Witches she waited for them to send a blast her way, but before they could a masked figure appeared behind them.

“I want this one.” The figure said with a growl.

Falon watched as the figure took care of the three/six Witches with little problem then advanced on her. Great Fate was really getting on her nerves. Falon thought about stopping this figure just on the principle alone, but she didn't. She didn't fight as the figured neared. She just stood there. As he got closer she backed herself up until her back was pressed against the stone wall that surrounded the town she was outside of. It was the town she had met Aidan in. A pain shot through her as her mind went to Aidan. She wondered if he had even noticed she was missing. A part of her told her that yes he would have noticed and that he would be worried, but the other part told her that he wouldn't notice or care. Falon shook her head and tried to focus on the figure coming closer to her. She wasn't shocked when the figure grabbed her roughly and slammed her against the wall. She didn't even flinch or cringe when he put a knife to her throat. Yeah she was really proud of that and the fact that she hadn't even tried to fight. This time her instincts and Fate were going to lose. This guy would definitely get the job done. “Is this what you want?!” The figured yelled out at her. “Do you want me to kill you?”

Falon squinted at him and wondered why his voice sounded so familiar. She knew that in the deep part of her mind she knew that voice, but as drunk as she was she just could not recognize it. “Yes. This is what I want.” Falon said softly as a tear slide down her face.