Author: Charmin
des۰per۰a۰tion n. 1. The condition of being desperate. 2. Recklessness arising from despair.
de۰spair intr.v. 1. To lose all hope. 2. To be overcome by a sense of futility or defeat. n. 1. Utter lack of hope. 2. Something that causes great grief or torment.
Wesley had succumb to desperation and rode into Sunnydale on the last fumes of gasoline left in the tank of his motorcycle. He managed to convince a long-haul driver at the last truck stop he stopped at to pay for his meal and tank of gas. He hated what he had to do, but it was another sign of his desperation. He sold his body, or rented his mouth, to the highest bidder. The only bidder. He didn't advertise, only offered to the man with a wad of cash, whose skin didn't sizzle when Wesley shook his hand, cross cupped between the two men, pressed against the stranger's flesh.
Wesley knew his years spent at an all boys school would eventually be put to good use. He just wished, silently, to himself, that he didn't have to use his hard-earned skills for money for food and gas. He also wished for a dry, sheltered place to stay the night as the bike came to a shuddering halt in front of the newly rebuilt Sunnydale High School. sunset was in less than an hour, he needed to find a phone.
//The number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please consult your directory and try again.// "Bugger," Wesley muttered as he dialed information.
//Directory Assistance. What city, please?// the voice asked.
"Sunnydale, California," he rasped, larynx still healing from Justine's slice across his throat.
//Name?//
"Giles. Rupert Giles."
//I'm sorry. We have no listing for Rupert Giles in Sunnydale. Is there anything else I can help you with?//
"No, thank you." He hung up the payphone and quickly ducked into the school as the sun dipped below the horizon. He wasn't prepared to see Angel's ex. Not yet.
It was Friday night and classes had started that Monday. The showers worked and the cafeteria was well stocked. After a quick meal of cold, left-over tuna surprise and a relaxing shower, Wesley wandered down to the basement in search of an out or the way corner in which to hide away.
tbc...
