Guests wanted and...and not wanted. From thepowerplayers
Many of the girls were ready to be buried and I had tired of watching the morticians, who were working for an ungodly salary cleaning and beautifying beautiful girls who were dead and would never help save the world from demons again.
I walked out of the office, even if only briefly to try to gather my thoughts on what I was viewing the paid workers do. It was incomprehensible to me, the tragedy of all of this, even though I had more then a day and a half to come to grips with it and even though I had already binged with drinking to try to cure my mind from having to come to grips with it.
The stark reality was that all of these girls had become known to me and though they weren’t as special to me as Buffy was, it made me fathom Buffy dying twenty-seven times when looking at the dead slayers and if you count Willow and Robin, it made it all the more preternatural and unbelievable.
The fact was, though, that it had occurred, and they were gone. They weren’t coming back and they all had families, or most of them did, that had yet to be contacted, which was a reality that too, I was not looking forward to. I would tackle that rugby player when it came and would likely do so with the aide of Xander and Andrew, when they returned.
I brewed myself a tea and tried to focus on the wonderful news that three more slayers had been called. Dawn becoming a slayer was amazing and I knew that it would make Buffy soften for she was certainly angry with me right now. Andrew contacting the other two girls, one in Cleveland and one in Chicago, filled me with a bit of trepidation that he would fail, but I chose to ignore that devil on the shoulder, because Andrew’s zest for such a thing was even greater then that of my own.
I started to walk back towards the mortician’s workroom, the Lampley room, when I heard the bell ring and heard a knock on the door. I sipped my tea once more, then put it down by the kitchen and walked over to the door, peering through the peephole to readily see Angel, which immediately got my angry juices flowing. I hesitated in opening the door immediately, but another knock sufficiently annoyed me enough to find Angel there with Faith, Cordelia, whom I thought was deceased and another man that I didn’t recognize. Behind them, Wesley, a blue-haired woman and a black man were coming towards them and they grabbed Cordelia, hugs ensuing.
Faith glared at me with disdain, which was to be expected, though Angel did not, even though I was disgusted at his presence, currently, and the other, unknown gentleman, who looked vaguely familiar to me, possibly from reading in the past, was stoic, looking back at Cordelia, but followed Angel, Faith and myself towards the main floor living room.
I asked Wesley, Cordelia and the other two individuals to come in and then prepared for an assault from Faith, which was certainly forthcoming.
[Faith, Angel and the Eternal]
I walked out of the office, even if only briefly to try to gather my thoughts on what I was viewing the paid workers do. It was incomprehensible to me, the tragedy of all of this, even though I had more then a day and a half to come to grips with it and even though I had already binged with drinking to try to cure my mind from having to come to grips with it.
The stark reality was that all of these girls had become known to me and though they weren’t as special to me as Buffy was, it made me fathom Buffy dying twenty-seven times when looking at the dead slayers and if you count Willow and Robin, it made it all the more preternatural and unbelievable.
The fact was, though, that it had occurred, and they were gone. They weren’t coming back and they all had families, or most of them did, that had yet to be contacted, which was a reality that too, I was not looking forward to. I would tackle that rugby player when it came and would likely do so with the aide of Xander and Andrew, when they returned.
I brewed myself a tea and tried to focus on the wonderful news that three more slayers had been called. Dawn becoming a slayer was amazing and I knew that it would make Buffy soften for she was certainly angry with me right now. Andrew contacting the other two girls, one in Cleveland and one in Chicago, filled me with a bit of trepidation that he would fail, but I chose to ignore that devil on the shoulder, because Andrew’s zest for such a thing was even greater then that of my own.
I started to walk back towards the mortician’s workroom, the Lampley room, when I heard the bell ring and heard a knock on the door. I sipped my tea once more, then put it down by the kitchen and walked over to the door, peering through the peephole to readily see Angel, which immediately got my angry juices flowing. I hesitated in opening the door immediately, but another knock sufficiently annoyed me enough to find Angel there with Faith, Cordelia, whom I thought was deceased and another man that I didn’t recognize. Behind them, Wesley, a blue-haired woman and a black man were coming towards them and they grabbed Cordelia, hugs ensuing.
Faith glared at me with disdain, which was to be expected, though Angel did not, even though I was disgusted at his presence, currently, and the other, unknown gentleman, who looked vaguely familiar to me, possibly from reading in the past, was stoic, looking back at Cordelia, but followed Angel, Faith and myself towards the main floor living room.
I asked Wesley, Cordelia and the other two individuals to come in and then prepared for an assault from Faith, which was certainly forthcoming.
[Faith, Angel and the Eternal]