Why did she pick tonight, of all nights, to sneak back into New Orleans. It's crowded in the quarter, some hubub or other going on but there's always a damn party in the streets, here. You'd think she'd be used to it. Hell, you'd think she'd be into it but whatever else she might be, she's still the Slayer and crowded, dark streets are like a dinner bell for the undead. Not that anyone in the city would be all that surprised.
She books a hotel suite she has no plans to stay in, this won't take long but parking Elijah's car would be hell without hotel parking. She can't just drive up to the damn compound, Klaus'd put her lights out. So she parks and hoofs it. Through the ruckus in the street, the crowds that stink of sweat and booze and adrenalin. Tries to ignore the sounds of heartbeat and rushing blood, but it's hard in her condition. Faith finally makes it to a clear sidewalk and starts to cut across a street when she hears someone behind her. Maybe she should have grown out of this by now, but there's still a Slayer in there, somewhere. She doesn't think, turns on the intruder with a stake drawn and fangs out but she stops short, almost stumbles. Faith sneers and puts her fangs back in her head, "Jesus, Paige… almost got staked. I don't need Freya on my ass over that."
