Wrap
Been sittin' here, still on set. *rubs a hand over his face* Tryin' to think, you know, figure something out. EMT checked me out; nothing really wrong. Nothing that they can find, anyway. Had to make a call to Wes, break the news. Stiff British upper lip got the best of him, but I can tell he's hating somethin' right now. I'm sittin' back here instead of out near the trailers with Danny and Mike, the crew, Brooke...the body. I don't got it in me to see a man cry like that. 'Specially when my ass is out there doin' the same thing.
Some shit went down, the bad kind, the kind some people don't walk away from. I couldn't protect her. Can blame the demon, blame the fucking police for not bein' on top of this 'cause they don't get the things that go bump in the night, blame the damn Powers for fuckin' off when they're s'posed to be sending pictures into our girls' heads, whatever, it comes back to this. I couldn't save her. I was supposed to protect her. Angel wasn't on duty then, it was me. How's a brother say he's the muscle when he ends up face down in the dirt while there's some sick punk killin' the girl he's supposed to look out for? First Alonna...now Brooke. *chokes up* How do I know I'm doin' the right thing when I try to protect someone, they go toe up while I can't do shit to stop it?
Fuck, man. And Angel's gone off to break it to Lorne and Dylan. Kids'll be hearin' about it soon. I...I don't know how it happened. I was there, outside, then I'm behind the trailor, Angel's screamin' at me and there's Brooke on the floor all pale and *swallows down the lump in his throat, hot tears stinging down his cheeks* gone. She was just gone.
Why does it always happen to the best people? Find one girl who's got her heart actually planted to the people and something's got to take her away. If that's the price, then...
I just need to think. I shoulda gotten there sooner. Done something faster, been more aware. Actually have seen the monster...
Some shit went down, the bad kind, the kind some people don't walk away from. I couldn't protect her. Can blame the demon, blame the fucking police for not bein' on top of this 'cause they don't get the things that go bump in the night, blame the damn Powers for fuckin' off when they're s'posed to be sending pictures into our girls' heads, whatever, it comes back to this. I couldn't save her. I was supposed to protect her. Angel wasn't on duty then, it was me. How's a brother say he's the muscle when he ends up face down in the dirt while there's some sick punk killin' the girl he's supposed to look out for? First Alonna...now Brooke. *chokes up* How do I know I'm doin' the right thing when I try to protect someone, they go toe up while I can't do shit to stop it?
Fuck, man. And Angel's gone off to break it to Lorne and Dylan. Kids'll be hearin' about it soon. I...I don't know how it happened. I was there, outside, then I'm behind the trailor, Angel's screamin' at me and there's Brooke on the floor all pale and *swallows down the lump in his throat, hot tears stinging down his cheeks* gone. She was just gone.
Why does it always happen to the best people? Find one girl who's got her heart actually planted to the people and something's got to take her away. If that's the price, then...
I just need to think. I shoulda gotten there sooner. Done something faster, been more aware. Actually have seen the monster...