wickedfairytale Angelus

Sep 06, 2004 08:40

I'd been having a very tasty snack when this big cloud that talked interrupted me. It shot me with something, said blah blah soul blah blah and now I feel bad about eating that girl and feeling her up while I did it. This was not good, I'm Angelus, I don't feel bad for anything. Angel, that whiney ass, he's the one who feels bad for being an evil thing. Not me! Not Angelus.

But here I was, walking through the streets, hungry but not wanting to...hurt anyone. I think I might have to vomit. What the hell was that fucking cloud and why the hell did it give me a soul? Did my loser twin not want to be a goodie-goodie anymore? Did he finally get tired of playing the martyr and decide to push it off on me? Well I'm not havin' it! I will get rid of this disgusting thing inside me and then I'll go on a killing spree the likes of which this town has never seen. Maybe. SHIT!

I had to find those damn scoobies and tell them if they didn't take it back, make me normal, put me the way I was...I'd...I'd. What? What was I going to do? I didn't want to hurt them! I...oh no, I felt the need to help them. Something was really wrong here. This wasn't just any regular soul, this was the soul of a champion. This won't do, this won't do at all.

I walked through town, trying to hear or see anything. There was one noticeable difference: power. There was someone in this town just humming with untold power. I wonder if that had anything to do with what was happening to me. Had they put the whammy on me? Fucker.

I only knew one place to go where someone would have an answer. I walked over to his apartment, knocked on the door and called out, "Angel, you son of a bitch, open the door an tell me what the hell you did to me!"
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