Bloody wankers are going to pay!
Couldn't think straight. Could have been the blood loss and the gross formation of my face right now, after having dislodged a bullet from it, earlier, or could have been the fact that I was losing more blood now, as a sodding result of the fact that Rory and the gun-toting mick had shot me again. Oh yeah, and before that, Rory had killed Drusilla, somebody that he knew well and used to respect, just like he respected me back then.
Had two new bullet wounds encircling what would have been my heart, firmly planted in my abdomen right near my lungs, and needed blood, and needed it now. Rory used to be a warrior and now, he wouldn't even fight me. We were just getting started. I was on my way from pulling his pompous ass from this world and making him a big pile of dust, when the little mick shot me again. Wanted to kill the spineless Irish bastard, but couldn't risk more painful bullet holes and Rory staking me, if I was distracted, but then again, did it even sodding matter anymore? My love, my dark goddess was gone. She was gone. I had just gotten her back. Would have never lost her if it wasn't for the slaya and her little slayarettes and Angel.
Had bloody considered going back to Angelus and Cordelia to team up and take down Rory and the mick, but the anger thinking about what he and Dru did in Sunnydale after he had lost his pesky and annoying soul, made me forget that notion. I would do this alone. I would take out the mick first, so there would be no bleeding gunplay, and then Rory would buy the farm and get what he had coming to him for taking the most vile princess in all of the land away from me. Then, little Buffy would get hers.
But first, the pain and loss of blood led me into a party in a warehouse. It was a rave and no invitation was acquired. I needed the rush of ecstasy and of blood to help me peel these bullets out of my own abdomen and to help numb the pain of losing my love. Didn't say much as I went in. Knew that tomorrow night, I would make another attempt on the little mick, considering that I knew where he lived, but for tonight, it was about getting stronger again, and forgetting. Blood and ecstasy. Two great drugs for a vampire, that were synonyms. Would achieve a lot of ecstasy from the blood and the ecstasy.
Took a little girl and her friend, first. Bloody bints weren't rollin' and started to wonder if this was a drug-free rave.
Their bodies hit the floor and before the guy next to them could say anything, the disfigured blonde vampire that was me, moved along and killed him, and his friend and moved on to another corner, when the children near the four dead started wondering what was going on. A couple of older birds were in the corner, drinking, and dancing and I took them both from behind, feeling blood and the drug coursing through me. I drained a couple of guys in front of them, and before long, a hundred people became zero, as the screaming subsided and some of the kids left, while more then twenty were dead, and I was left alone with a DJ spinning music.
"Got any sex pistols, mate?" I asked, spinning in all directions from the blood and barbituate high. As he ran away, I laughed, and writhed to the music, before retreating into an alley and then into an adjacent, abadoned wrehouse, where I fell down and passed out, with no thoughts about Drusilla or vengeance.
Had two new bullet wounds encircling what would have been my heart, firmly planted in my abdomen right near my lungs, and needed blood, and needed it now. Rory used to be a warrior and now, he wouldn't even fight me. We were just getting started. I was on my way from pulling his pompous ass from this world and making him a big pile of dust, when the little mick shot me again. Wanted to kill the spineless Irish bastard, but couldn't risk more painful bullet holes and Rory staking me, if I was distracted, but then again, did it even sodding matter anymore? My love, my dark goddess was gone. She was gone. I had just gotten her back. Would have never lost her if it wasn't for the slaya and her little slayarettes and Angel.
Had bloody considered going back to Angelus and Cordelia to team up and take down Rory and the mick, but the anger thinking about what he and Dru did in Sunnydale after he had lost his pesky and annoying soul, made me forget that notion. I would do this alone. I would take out the mick first, so there would be no bleeding gunplay, and then Rory would buy the farm and get what he had coming to him for taking the most vile princess in all of the land away from me. Then, little Buffy would get hers.
But first, the pain and loss of blood led me into a party in a warehouse. It was a rave and no invitation was acquired. I needed the rush of ecstasy and of blood to help me peel these bullets out of my own abdomen and to help numb the pain of losing my love. Didn't say much as I went in. Knew that tomorrow night, I would make another attempt on the little mick, considering that I knew where he lived, but for tonight, it was about getting stronger again, and forgetting. Blood and ecstasy. Two great drugs for a vampire, that were synonyms. Would achieve a lot of ecstasy from the blood and the ecstasy.
Took a little girl and her friend, first. Bloody bints weren't rollin' and started to wonder if this was a drug-free rave.
Their bodies hit the floor and before the guy next to them could say anything, the disfigured blonde vampire that was me, moved along and killed him, and his friend and moved on to another corner, when the children near the four dead started wondering what was going on. A couple of older birds were in the corner, drinking, and dancing and I took them both from behind, feeling blood and the drug coursing through me. I drained a couple of guys in front of them, and before long, a hundred people became zero, as the screaming subsided and some of the kids left, while more then twenty were dead, and I was left alone with a DJ spinning music.
"Got any sex pistols, mate?" I asked, spinning in all directions from the blood and barbituate high. As he ran away, I laughed, and writhed to the music, before retreating into an alley and then into an adjacent, abadoned wrehouse, where I fell down and passed out, with no thoughts about Drusilla or vengeance.