All the world is a stage.
As soon as we walked in, with me covered by a blanket of black, which by the way, draws the sun towards you and heats up easiest of all, I threw the damned thing to the floor and headed up the steps.
I wasn't in the best of moods and rather than possibly snap at Cordelia and Wesley, I took my leave silently. Hoping they wouldn't follow. If they did, I'd just give them some excuse of me being tired and needing some sleep. I still wonder if they'd believe it?
Doesn't matter.
With a forced groan, one that maybe they'd hopefully hear and believe my silent departing all the more, I wrapped my hand around the knob, twisted it and pushed the door in. All I saw was complete darkness. Not an ounce of light from any of the windows or from the above light fixture.
Perfect setting for me to brood all the more.
My thoughts were lately centering around Darla. I'm not sure why. Was I feeling a little; guilty?
Guilty? You pathetic nuisance! You should feel more than that! You killed her to protect that slut of a Slayer. God, you're a disgrace and now you try and feel guilty for killing our sire?!
Angelus seemed to let his opinion into the matter. But, he was right on a level. I had killed her to save Buffy. I needed to. Buffy had and is, the only person to ever brighten my heart and make me feel like a man. My golden girl. My sunlight in the darkness. My reason as to why I was here. I had to leave her so she had a chance at a normal life, which she was now on the road to. With that Riley guy.
I have no idea what she sees in him. Pfft, he's not even good looking.
What? He's not and even Angelus knows it. Though, he wants to make it that Riley never gets to be anything looking besides looked at by a group of coroners trying to put the pieces that once made Riley whole, back together, again.
But yes, I suppose I was and am, feeling guilty for killing Darla. Truth be told, again, I did what I had to do to save Buffy. So why was her face now constantly haunting my little of sleep I got now and then? It didn't make sense, unless you knew what was going on. I was in the dark.
Okay, so right now that was literal, but still. I was in the dark as to why my dreams and thoughts drifted over to the first blonde to steal my attention.
So, what do I do? I lay down and let the dreams of Darla cover me. Let them take me where they might lead me to the answer.
After all, all the world is a stage and we it's players.
I wasn't in the best of moods and rather than possibly snap at Cordelia and Wesley, I took my leave silently. Hoping they wouldn't follow. If they did, I'd just give them some excuse of me being tired and needing some sleep. I still wonder if they'd believe it?
Doesn't matter.
With a forced groan, one that maybe they'd hopefully hear and believe my silent departing all the more, I wrapped my hand around the knob, twisted it and pushed the door in. All I saw was complete darkness. Not an ounce of light from any of the windows or from the above light fixture.
Perfect setting for me to brood all the more.
My thoughts were lately centering around Darla. I'm not sure why. Was I feeling a little; guilty?
Guilty? You pathetic nuisance! You should feel more than that! You killed her to protect that slut of a Slayer. God, you're a disgrace and now you try and feel guilty for killing our sire?!
Angelus seemed to let his opinion into the matter. But, he was right on a level. I had killed her to save Buffy. I needed to. Buffy had and is, the only person to ever brighten my heart and make me feel like a man. My golden girl. My sunlight in the darkness. My reason as to why I was here. I had to leave her so she had a chance at a normal life, which she was now on the road to. With that Riley guy.
I have no idea what she sees in him. Pfft, he's not even good looking.
What? He's not and even Angelus knows it. Though, he wants to make it that Riley never gets to be anything looking besides looked at by a group of coroners trying to put the pieces that once made Riley whole, back together, again.
But yes, I suppose I was and am, feeling guilty for killing Darla. Truth be told, again, I did what I had to do to save Buffy. So why was her face now constantly haunting my little of sleep I got now and then? It didn't make sense, unless you knew what was going on. I was in the dark.
Okay, so right now that was literal, but still. I was in the dark as to why my dreams and thoughts drifted over to the first blonde to steal my attention.
So, what do I do? I lay down and let the dreams of Darla cover me. Let them take me where they might lead me to the answer.
After all, all the world is a stage and we it's players.