hells_revenge
The cacophony of the hoard had long since melted into the distance, but I was not foolish enough to drop my guard. It had to be a ploy, one of the schemes of the Wolf,Ram,and Hart. They sent Wesley in, one that had our trust, as a liaison.
And I couldn't help but wonder how much power he held in this new state? He had demonstrated the ability to mend flesh, to call back their armies, but did he wield true power? Or was he just another pawn, waiting to be sacrificed?
It was an old plot. One I had used to initiate the defeat of my foes time and again. So when I use the colloquial phrase "It was the oldest trick in the book", It was not in jest.
No, I refused to drop my guard. For fear the three had more in mind, that they would come in and snatch away these humans and half-breeds that were not ungainly in my eyes. That they would steal Wesley once more.
I wouldn't let them take what I worked so hard to attain.
I watched the half-breed storm up the stairs, into the hotel. His kingdom had fallen, reduced to splinters and ash, and he had encouraged it. Now he dared run when his subjects needed him. He disgusted me. And yet, I had to make him know this. To rub his face in the defeat he almost tasted, and force him down the stairs to lead.
And if he would not do it, I would usurp his crooked throne. He was not worthy of the position if he wouldn't get up from my blows.
I followed the vampire up the stairs, using my memories. Fred's memories. I would find him.
((Open to Angel))
And I couldn't help but wonder how much power he held in this new state? He had demonstrated the ability to mend flesh, to call back their armies, but did he wield true power? Or was he just another pawn, waiting to be sacrificed?
It was an old plot. One I had used to initiate the defeat of my foes time and again. So when I use the colloquial phrase "It was the oldest trick in the book", It was not in jest.
No, I refused to drop my guard. For fear the three had more in mind, that they would come in and snatch away these humans and half-breeds that were not ungainly in my eyes. That they would steal Wesley once more.
I wouldn't let them take what I worked so hard to attain.
I watched the half-breed storm up the stairs, into the hotel. His kingdom had fallen, reduced to splinters and ash, and he had encouraged it. Now he dared run when his subjects needed him. He disgusted me. And yet, I had to make him know this. To rub his face in the defeat he almost tasted, and force him down the stairs to lead.
And if he would not do it, I would usurp his crooked throne. He was not worthy of the position if he wouldn't get up from my blows.
I followed the vampire up the stairs, using my memories. Fred's memories. I would find him.
((Open to Angel))