well isn't that the shit
I come home from shopping and find Xander and Tara gone.
Packed up and gone.
And a note.
Spike,
I can't do this anymore. I don't feel I'm being any help to anyone. And Xander he's so lost ... maybe I can help him, heal him. We're going back to England. When you talked to me about knowing Buffy was alive and she not knowing about you it made me see that I should see Willow. It's not fair. So ... I think that's what we're going to do. I wish you the best of luck.
And Spike? I remember seeing the two of you in Sunnydale. She does love you, but she's stubborn. Just as stubborn as you. Maybe you should go to her.
So I leave you hugs Spike, my friend. I will always be your friend. If you need me drop a line to England.
Love,
Tara
Well. Isn't that just lovely?
I look around the empty apartment and suddenly I feel so damn lonely.
To hell with them.
To hell with them all.
Should I go to Buffy? Just tell her to forget this rot with Faith and come on with me? I said to myself I wouldn't go chasing about another cheating whore. I lived like that for a hundred years, said I'd never put myself through it again.
They tell you they love you and are in bed with someone else that night.
Maybe this is my payback. Hit me where it hurts. Always been a sensitive sop, blinded by love and all that rot.
Yes, payback for all my years of torture.
Sod it.
I head back out, going in the direction of W&H. I go up to the penthouse. Angel's suite.
Maybe I can get drunk on his whiskey.
Maybe I can get some money out of him.
Maybe he'll let me sleep for oh I don't know, til Buffy's dead. Maybe then I'll be able to move on.
I enter his suite.
"Angelus!? It is the prodigal son returned home!" I grin and head for the mini bar.
Packed up and gone.
And a note.
Spike,
I can't do this anymore. I don't feel I'm being any help to anyone. And Xander he's so lost ... maybe I can help him, heal him. We're going back to England. When you talked to me about knowing Buffy was alive and she not knowing about you it made me see that I should see Willow. It's not fair. So ... I think that's what we're going to do. I wish you the best of luck.
And Spike? I remember seeing the two of you in Sunnydale. She does love you, but she's stubborn. Just as stubborn as you. Maybe you should go to her.
So I leave you hugs Spike, my friend. I will always be your friend. If you need me drop a line to England.
Love,
Tara
Well. Isn't that just lovely?
I look around the empty apartment and suddenly I feel so damn lonely.
To hell with them.
To hell with them all.
Should I go to Buffy? Just tell her to forget this rot with Faith and come on with me? I said to myself I wouldn't go chasing about another cheating whore. I lived like that for a hundred years, said I'd never put myself through it again.
They tell you they love you and are in bed with someone else that night.
Maybe this is my payback. Hit me where it hurts. Always been a sensitive sop, blinded by love and all that rot.
Yes, payback for all my years of torture.
Sod it.
I head back out, going in the direction of W&H. I go up to the penthouse. Angel's suite.
Maybe I can get drunk on his whiskey.
Maybe I can get some money out of him.
Maybe he'll let me sleep for oh I don't know, til Buffy's dead. Maybe then I'll be able to move on.
I enter his suite.
"Angelus!? It is the prodigal son returned home!" I grin and head for the mini bar.