Days had been quiet at the Hyperion, with everybody pretty much doin' their thing. Soul Boy had himself locked up in his office, with Cordelia reminding me and probably him every five minutes that he was brooding again. I had a feelin' Angel was feelin' all guilty cause his best pal Doyle up and died on him. Hey, life was a bitch that way and Angel
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Okay, enough thinkin' about what a wuss I was, time to slay some demons. Assuming that there were more. Something told me that there was though. With a shrug I glanced around before nodding at the rickety set of stairs in the main foyer. Knew Wes had my back, gun in hand (and how weird was that?!) as I made my way up the stairs. Every single one creaked and moaned under our weight and I grimaced every time. This really was like the set to some bad B horror flick.
"Anything else I should know about these guys besides the gigantic claws?" I whispered, glancing back at Wesley just as a giant screech filled up the top half of the house. My eyes widened and I glanced around tryin' to figure out where the source of it had come from. It was hard to tell with these acoustics. Everything was so echoey. But at least we knew there were definitely more of 'em now. Hopefully? Only one of 'em.
Fuck that. I could go for a whole nest. I was feelin' in the mood to kick a little ass.
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Sighing, I rolled my eyes and just kept the grip on my gun and followed her deeper into the bloody house. If there are any more demons, I’m going to have a talk with Brad. For selling me incomplete information. Oh yes, I’ll have…err…words with him. Hard. Words. Hard words. I could have hard words with him.
Damn, I hope Dennis doesn’t forget to tape ‘Friends’
I blinked when the turned to me and asked me a question. Asked me a question. Not a taunt. Not a hit below the belt, not a sneer. No, a relevant question. One to which I of course hat the answers for. Only I never got that far. The was a sound that made my blood run cold and I shivered.
It was hard to tell where that had come from. The sound eerily bounced off against the walls before it reached us. I suppose it would be redundant to say that it didn’t look good.
“Well the-the same as I told you about the uhm, other demon.” I wonder if they’ve any salt in the kitchen. It’s amazing what a little salt can do at times.
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#1. Find Buffy.
#2. Destroy Buffy.
Things got more complicated the longer I stayed in L.A. Well, things got complicated the minute I let Cordelia into my life. Not that I had a choice on that one, I mean yeah it was my choice to kidnap Queen C but it was her choice to force me to let her in.
Right. Stop thinkin' about Cordy and focus on the big bad beasties we were supposed to be slaughtering. Really wish I had a better weapon right about now. One that wasn't faulty like his stupid crossbow. Next time? Test it out before you go off into battle half cocked. Sheesh.
I heard another wail and this time it sounded less like something keening and more like a protective warning. Get the fuck out. Something about the intensity in the shrill voice that made me think they were hidin' something in here. Something they didn't want us to find.
I nodded at Wes and glanced around the hallway before finding a door all the way on the far right. Walkin' slowly up to it I put my hand on the knob makin' sure Wes was ready with that big ass gun. See something? Shoot it. A sound philosophy if you asked me.
Quickly I burst through the door and my eyes widened at what I saw. A whole host of nasty slippery slimy giant eggs, plastered to the walls and the ceilings and everywhere else you could see in the room. Now I knew what they were hiding and judging by the wail that was getting closer?
Mama wasn't very happy.
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