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Dark bloody night.
House seems quiet with Buffy gone. Could be because I've been in her apartment since she and Dawn left.
Turner's wife is dead. Would've gone to the funeral, too, but one of the drawbacks to being a creature of the night is that you miss out on lots of things that go on during the day. Even things you don't really want to go to
Things that make thoughts you don't want, about things that, all told, might've been better if they'd never crossed the old grey matter.
Once upon a time, I'd heard a white hat had gone down, I'd've bought a pint for the one who done it. Assuming, of course I hadn't done it my own self. Tasted the life's blood of two Slayers, and it was like holy communion. Made me feel immortal. Well, more immortal, maybe.
But getting my soul back... and my love for Buffy...
Maybe this is the Powers What Be giving Cole a big fat taste of Karma. He was quite the soulless bastard himself, not so very long ago.
So tonight, I'm going to drink this bottle, smoke these cigs, look at the stars, hang out on the roof up here, and hope that I've suffered enough that the Universe leaves what little I love the hell alone.
House seems quiet with Buffy gone. Could be because I've been in her apartment since she and Dawn left.
Turner's wife is dead. Would've gone to the funeral, too, but one of the drawbacks to being a creature of the night is that you miss out on lots of things that go on during the day. Even things you don't really want to go to
Things that make thoughts you don't want, about things that, all told, might've been better if they'd never crossed the old grey matter.
Once upon a time, I'd heard a white hat had gone down, I'd've bought a pint for the one who done it. Assuming, of course I hadn't done it my own self. Tasted the life's blood of two Slayers, and it was like holy communion. Made me feel immortal. Well, more immortal, maybe.
But getting my soul back... and my love for Buffy...
Maybe this is the Powers What Be giving Cole a big fat taste of Karma. He was quite the soulless bastard himself, not so very long ago.
So tonight, I'm going to drink this bottle, smoke these cigs, look at the stars, hang out on the roof up here, and hope that I've suffered enough that the Universe leaves what little I love the hell alone.