I believe in the things that you never told me
Pain.
That was the first thing I thought of when I woke up on the concrete floor. Yeah, I said concrete floor and I'm really not kiddin'. Damn, I thought the Sunnydale Motor Inn was bad.
My entire body was screaming at me, muscles I didn't even know I had ached something fierce. Man, what'd I do last night? Propping myself up slowly and painfully with one arm, I looked down and saw that my clothes were ripped up like none other, and I had scratches everywhere.
Hearing a moan, I looked up and saw Angel on the floor near me. He looked wicked bad, wonder what had messed him up so much? As soon as I had that thought the night before came rushing back at me, and I knew I looked just as beat to hell as he did. Soul Boy and I had....fought a bunch of demons and fucked like bunnies. Hey, I got no issues with gettin' laid, especially with Angel considering I never been hung up on another guy for as long as I was hung up on Angel. That wasn't what was freaking me out.
We had gotten into a fight with those vamps, and I remembered it. I had fought like I never had in my whole life, kinda like slayer on steroids. Do they make steroids for slayers? Because I'm pretty sure I could never rip out a vamp's heart like that before. I wasn't even thinkin' like me...I felt wierd, kinda tingly and like a killer. But I wasn't a killer, not anymore. You don't just go get yourself a seat in the pokey and have to shower with a bunch of berthas for years by choice if you're still a killer.
Then right afterwards, Soul Boy and me...we got bouncy with it. Which was wierd because he totally bit me, now don't get me wrong. That might kinda turn me on in some wierdass way but something about the whole thing just didn't seem right. Angel was talkin' funny and I didn't feel right at all. Some whack shit was goin' on 'round here, and why'd I have the feelin' that it was all gonna get pinned on the ex psycho slayer?
I still felt it as I looked at Angel, right under the skin. I felt like a weapon, something to be used for destruction.
"Angel. Wake up." I looked down at him as he began to stir a little bit on the concrete. "We gotta get outta here."
That was the first thing I thought of when I woke up on the concrete floor. Yeah, I said concrete floor and I'm really not kiddin'. Damn, I thought the Sunnydale Motor Inn was bad.
My entire body was screaming at me, muscles I didn't even know I had ached something fierce. Man, what'd I do last night? Propping myself up slowly and painfully with one arm, I looked down and saw that my clothes were ripped up like none other, and I had scratches everywhere.
Hearing a moan, I looked up and saw Angel on the floor near me. He looked wicked bad, wonder what had messed him up so much? As soon as I had that thought the night before came rushing back at me, and I knew I looked just as beat to hell as he did. Soul Boy and I had....fought a bunch of demons and fucked like bunnies. Hey, I got no issues with gettin' laid, especially with Angel considering I never been hung up on another guy for as long as I was hung up on Angel. That wasn't what was freaking me out.
We had gotten into a fight with those vamps, and I remembered it. I had fought like I never had in my whole life, kinda like slayer on steroids. Do they make steroids for slayers? Because I'm pretty sure I could never rip out a vamp's heart like that before. I wasn't even thinkin' like me...I felt wierd, kinda tingly and like a killer. But I wasn't a killer, not anymore. You don't just go get yourself a seat in the pokey and have to shower with a bunch of berthas for years by choice if you're still a killer.
Then right afterwards, Soul Boy and me...we got bouncy with it. Which was wierd because he totally bit me, now don't get me wrong. That might kinda turn me on in some wierdass way but something about the whole thing just didn't seem right. Angel was talkin' funny and I didn't feel right at all. Some whack shit was goin' on 'round here, and why'd I have the feelin' that it was all gonna get pinned on the ex psycho slayer?
I still felt it as I looked at Angel, right under the skin. I felt like a weapon, something to be used for destruction.
"Angel. Wake up." I looked down at him as he began to stir a little bit on the concrete. "We gotta get outta here."