InsaneJournal

Day Eight
Who: Faith and Snape
What: Happy Library time
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: Faith might just find what she's looking for.
Rating: It's Faith. So at least PG-13
Status: Complete



Again, she'd had the dream last night. It was getting worse. But then, that's how the prophetic dreams worked, for her anyways. They got worse every night until they were fulfilled. There was no point in fighting against them, Faith knew that very well. She hated being told what to do, but there was no fighting against something intangible, like a dream. Even she had to admit that they always came true, and there was nothing to be done about it.

The dream was the same every time, at least on a basic level. A tall, dark man with long, black hair told her things about the supernatural with a British accent. She was familiar enough with Giles and Buffy's relationship to know what was going on there. She was to be trained, the dark man was supposed to be her watcher. Other than that, details were vague. She couldn't make out his face, or anything about him other than his hair color, voice, and the fact that he wore dark colors. The only thing that ever changed in her dreams was the sense of urgency she had about the whole thing throughout the dream and upon awakening. She had to find him, so the damn dreams would shut up already.

She wandered through the hallways and out into the grounds, still lost in her dreams. At first, she didn't even notice that the planet had changed itself. Still, it was impossible to miss forever, and her dark eyes narrowed as she surveyed the area, swore loudly, and stormed back inside. She could not handle that, she just simply could not.

Besides, she had to find her damn Watcher. She'd thought Marcus might be it, he had the right hair and look, and of course the accent. She found herself recoiling a little at how she'd acted yesterday, which was surpising, for her. But then, she'd acted in a way she wasn't at all comfortable with, so maybe it wasn't surprising. Anyways, it was a good thing Marcus wasn't her Watcher, because there was no way she was going to want to be anywhere around him anytime soon.

Well, she'd just have to find this man, that was all. She scanned her mind for what she knew about Giles. Kind of a dork, really, though cute in his own way. Always reading, in the library... right. So that was it. She'd start her search in the library. She'd try to find dark men with British accents and just ask them questions to find out if they were her watcher. It wasn't like she was exactly shy about talking to new people.

It wasn't much of a plan, but it was exactly the sort of crazy stunt that appealed to her. If she had to find every single dark haired man with a british accent on the entire planet and ask him, she would. Anything, so that she could sleep again.

"My God, Prophetic dreams suck ass..."

She murmured to herself as she wandered towards the library. Hopefully there, she'd find her damn Watcher and then maybe she could actually catch a good nights sleep, for once. A girl could hope, especially one named Faith. She pushed open the door to the room and glanced around.