Nov 27, 2007 23:02
Back in that basement, I was sure someone would come down the stairs and come to the rescue just in time. After I first got my soul, there was a part of me that hated all of them for not getting there in time. I hated Angelus for what he did to me, Angel for who he was to me, Connor for what he shoved into me, Spike for what he meant to me, and Faith for giving up on me. Well, giving up on herself. That's a lot of hate bottled up in a tiny girl like me. Can't lie and say all of it's gone, but I want it to be.
Angelus locked me in the truck of that car and I swore to myself I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of breaking me. When he had me locked in chains, I wasn't going to let him hear me scream. I was a tough girl who'd survived living in a cave for five years and escaping crazy Pyleans with their zappers. I could take a poor imitation of Angel trying to play big and bad on me.
I guess I underestimated him and I overestimated myself.
He heard me scream. More than once actually, but that's besides the point. All he needed was the one time and it was enough. He broke me that night and as a vampire I never plan to let it happen again.