[nikmalikov]

[hellmouthguardian]

lackingremorse.

          “Go away, Buffy, I really don’t want to deal with you after what I’ve been through.”

     ❝ You don’t want to deal with me? Too bad because I’ve got a lot of questions for you. What is it exactly that you’ve been through? ❞

[hellmouthguardian]

     Stress in Mystic Hills was at an all time high. Stress was the usual for a town that sat directly overtop the Hellmouth, but this was a whole other level entirely. It was one thing after another. Demons and spells were nothing special. They were all things that could be dealt with fairly easily, but the sacrifice was different. Many had died, and then there was that mysterious military raid. One that resulted in the disappearance of Klaus Mikaelson and Damon Salvatore. Having them gone was a relief, Lorelai would gladly admit, but the radio silence since was definitely cause for concern. The blonde hunter wanted answers but she wasn’t about to get them from the comfort of her own kitchen.

     If you want something, you’ve got to go out there and get it for yourself. It was something her father had always told her, and something she’d always taken to heart. What better way to get answers then over a drink? It was a place to start, at least -- and if she was lucky, maybe she’d actually get somewhere in her investigation. A starting point, at the very least. The walk to the Hale grill was a short one -- and the crisp autumn air helped Lorelai to clear her head. The place was pretty crowded, but luck had been on her side so far as there was one seat at the bar open. ❝ Can I sit? ❞

[hellmouthguardian]

lackingremorse.

             “Come on, I’m having a bad month and hearing you lurk is pissing me off.”

❝ Oh, I’m pissing you off -- am I? So very sorry. ❞