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"We can't keep Illyria Angel. She is a danger. Not just to the world, not just to me, but to Fred. She's already threatened her life."
"So what do we do with her? I mean...it's not like she's a puppy we can just return..right? She's powerful and...blue."
I stayed outside the office where the vampire had hidden himself and listened to their voices drift across the air as loud as a tidal wave crashing. They meant to kill me. Destroy me, yet again. I recalled with perfect clarity the moment they had stripped me of my powers, the machine Wesley held in his hands as the energies within me were pulled and torn until I was left alone. Weak. Pathetic.
I recalled my conversation with him as well.
"Illyria, this device will draw the energy away from you safely. It will allow you to live."
"Your intent is not murder."
"It never was."
Liar! He spoke words to me then meant to soothe and comfort, placate me so I might be twisted and molded into one of them. Yes, the truth of it is clear now...the sickness that he calls love has infected his mind now that she has returned from the grave.
Pity. He had been the one shining beam for mortals.
Now he spoke to the half-breed, our supposed leader, and was twisting words again, sharp as a dagger, so that the vampire might attempt to murder me. The Shell attempted to speak, but her words were broken and weak...again, my mind considered all the wonders I might have experienced if my essence had been placed within a proper vessel.
No. Now was not the time for reflection.
Now was the time to destroy the vermin.
"So what do we do with her? I mean...it's not like she's a puppy we can just return..right? She's powerful and...blue."
I stayed outside the office where the vampire had hidden himself and listened to their voices drift across the air as loud as a tidal wave crashing. They meant to kill me. Destroy me, yet again. I recalled with perfect clarity the moment they had stripped me of my powers, the machine Wesley held in his hands as the energies within me were pulled and torn until I was left alone. Weak. Pathetic.
I recalled my conversation with him as well.
"Illyria, this device will draw the energy away from you safely. It will allow you to live."
"Your intent is not murder."
"It never was."
Liar! He spoke words to me then meant to soothe and comfort, placate me so I might be twisted and molded into one of them. Yes, the truth of it is clear now...the sickness that he calls love has infected his mind now that she has returned from the grave.
Pity. He had been the one shining beam for mortals.
Now he spoke to the half-breed, our supposed leader, and was twisting words again, sharp as a dagger, so that the vampire might attempt to murder me. The Shell attempted to speak, but her words were broken and weak...again, my mind considered all the wonders I might have experienced if my essence had been placed within a proper vessel.
No. Now was not the time for reflection.
Now was the time to destroy the vermin.