Topic #14
Where do you see yourself in twenty years?
Don't expect I'll live another two decades, if you can call Angel and me alive. Not in the traditional sense, of course.
Never been one for tradition. So, I suppose you could call this livin'. In it's own way. Don't breathe, don't eat. Can. Do, sometimes. But it's not as though I'll drop over if I don't get me chicken wings.
Gettin' sidetracked. Twenty years from now.
Smart money says I'll be dust in the wind. It's the lifestyle. Vampires can live a hundred years, more, even. If they're smart enough to stay out of history's way. That's never been my way. Especially not with the soul now.
Got a need to make up for the bad I've done. To prove that I can be better than my nature. Better than the impulses I got to wring the necks o' any mortal man who looks at me funny.
Gotta earn that name I keep gettin' branded with: Champion.
So, I'm lookin' at a comparatively short, brutal life, full of fighting and drinking and more fighting and then some death.
Preferably not mine, given my druthers.
Like to think that, in twenty years time, I'll still be doing what I do. Getting pissed, beatin' a few heads in, and bedevillin' Angel.
But I'm a realist. 'S not the likliest, is it?
Don't expect I'll live another two decades, if you can call Angel and me alive. Not in the traditional sense, of course.
Never been one for tradition. So, I suppose you could call this livin'. In it's own way. Don't breathe, don't eat. Can. Do, sometimes. But it's not as though I'll drop over if I don't get me chicken wings.
Gettin' sidetracked. Twenty years from now.
Smart money says I'll be dust in the wind. It's the lifestyle. Vampires can live a hundred years, more, even. If they're smart enough to stay out of history's way. That's never been my way. Especially not with the soul now.
Got a need to make up for the bad I've done. To prove that I can be better than my nature. Better than the impulses I got to wring the necks o' any mortal man who looks at me funny.
Gotta earn that name I keep gettin' branded with: Champion.
So, I'm lookin' at a comparatively short, brutal life, full of fighting and drinking and more fighting and then some death.
Preferably not mine, given my druthers.
Like to think that, in twenty years time, I'll still be doing what I do. Getting pissed, beatin' a few heads in, and bedevillin' Angel.
But I'm a realist. 'S not the likliest, is it?