V. Hours
Faith glanced at the clock. Four hours till dark.
She turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, without really seeing what was on. In her mind, the sun had gone down, and she was out there, hunting, fighting, killing, feeling the blood pumping through her veins, sweat streaming down her face, bones breaking under her hands, feeling alive – instead of sitting in some crappy motel room, watching a crappy, broken TV. The picture had gone out again.
“Screw it.”
Faith turned the TV off. She could go to the library, do some training. But she really didn’t think she could stand hanging out there for – she checked the clock – three hours and fifty-one minutes.
Maybe she could patrol. Sometimes nasties come out during the day. Who knows? She could get lucky.
Faith got to her feet and headed towards the door, knowing that it was a long shot. All the really scary things wait till the sun goes down before they party.
Faith checked the clock one more time before she left.
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