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I was just about ready to hear about Aaron Echolls from Logan. He was going to tell me, probably while we moved the bodies of dead people who were so courageous and important to the world...
He was going to give me the lowdown about his murder and to quote Logan, was going to tell me "what a lowlife, cheating with teenage girls scumbag" that his ( Read more... )
He was going to give me the lowdown about his murder and to quote Logan, was going to tell me "what a lowlife, cheating with teenage girls scumbag" that his ( Read more... )
I didn’t mean to distract her. And, it was going to do either of us any good for me to argue with her at this point. I just had to fight and make sure that in addition to not being nearly killed…again, that I watched her just to make sure that she wasn’t biting off more then she could chew. Talking and reasoning was out of the equation right now and rightly so, I guess, since this is a battle with more demons who didn’t care about right and wrong or guilt, or anything but massacring.
"What did I tell you? You really are on a death wish, huh? I mean, I could see me having a death wish..."
I’d been holding my own, or at least I thought that I had, but still, it took me a couple of minutes to get a good kill and every blow hurt me so much more then it did her. I’m far bigger then Kennedy, but without a slayer’s composition, I’m fighting for my life on a lot more levels. I pulled the sword away, backed away from a clawed demons slash at my throat and then swung first at his torso and then at his head. When it fell, I was briefly proud of myself until another slew came at us and I again had to watch Kennedy’s back and especially my own. My own goal was to keep them in front of me and so far, especially with Kennedy’s anger, we’d been able to.
"But you, who did you lose, tonight? You're hurt. It could only get worse from here."
“No, my wish is for the death to stop. It’s just these damned demons keep coming and until they’re gone, I’m fighting until I can’t stand anymore…”
She briefly looked at me; briefly because she had to get back to doing her job. The second part of her comment was absurd and I chose not to answer it. We didn’t have time to debate, but for her to think that I didn’t care about all of the girls that had died or Xander or Giles was absurd. I didn’t have a vested interest…my ex, Faith, had not died, but I had seen far more death then I wanted to and her comment only served to make my injuries less and my power greater.
"It looks like these could be the last bulk of the demons. Just stay behind me."
I saw her look back, but as she did, fueled by her comment and a willingness to kill the remainder of the demons so that we could rest and tend to the dead and loved, I had shot to her side, hacking and slashing, every bit as reckless as I had wanted her not to be. That when the sword hit my sword and knocked it to the ground. Before I knew it, a very big demon had me in the air and was slamming me up against the warehouse door to my right.
When I hit it, I felt the breath rush out of my body and while still being held, no doubt about to get stabbed or to have my neck snapped, I recoiled, fretting as one does when they can’t breathe.
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He wished for death to stop. I didn't know whether to laugh or agree with him. Death will never stop. Death is a part of life. It comes in many forms, and death hits everyone you care about sooner, or later. Death did just that, tonight. It killed Willow, Xander, Giles, and most of the potentials. Wood is right about one thing, fighting until we can't stand anymore. I had more strength than he did, but I could see the determination in his eyes. He was still hurt badly, and I had to make sure he stood behind me, at all times. I don't mind if he sliced here and there, but I wasn't going to lose him.
There were a few hit he was able to get. As he covered my back, I laid into the demons with a vengeance. These demons seemed more tough, but if you managed to chop their heads off, as Spike and Buffy were doing, they died instantly. "Wood, you have to aim for their head. Chopping it off, seems to be the most effective." A demon ran past me and went for Wood. He through him up against the warehouse door. Wood was on the ground. It looked like he wasn't moving. "Shit." The demon was standing over him, ready to go in for the kill. I noticed Wood dropped his sword. I picked it up and ran toward Wood and the demon. I heard Wood coughing as I came closer. I was relieved that he was still alive. I held the sword in the air and aiming it just right at the neck. I brought the sword down with excellent speed and the demon's head fell off to the side, the body falling on top of Wood.
I kicked the body over and off of him. "Sorry about that. I had to get rid of him." I held out my hand, he grabbed it, and I lifted him up. "Are you okay? You think you can stand?" I looked over at Buffy and Spike. The demons were falling left and right. There were no more coming around the corner. I'm pretty sure these were the last of them. "I could take you somewhere safe, so we can get you bandaged up. It looks like Buffy and Spike can handle these few." I wanted to stay and fight, but I'm sure Buffy wouldn't miss me, if I had to take Wood to a safe haven.
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"A true statement," I said, "Unless you're talking about vamps because I still find it easier to go for the heart with them."
Here we were having a conversation while surrounded by and fighting countless demons. I guess that it was about as normal as anything else that we had seen or heard or been through not only on this night, but in the past year.
I had gone down, but still managed to talk, to joke even, because a demon was ure to come finish me off soon as I couldn't move and I wanted to do whatever that I could to feel alive if at least not for a few more minutes.
I was ashamed that I wasn't up helping her. The demon lingered above me, its breath every bit as acrid as sulfur. I thought that this was it, but wait, he fell on top of me and I soon learned that he didn't have a head. I pushed him off me with her help and saw Kennedy. I grabbed for my sword, sore as hell.
She helped me up and asked me if I was okay. I nodded, though it had to be obvious to her that I was just about done with fighting for about a year...hopefully shorter.
"I could take you somewhere safe, so we can get you bandaged up. It looks like Buffy and Spike can handle these few."
"Can we just leave them? Should we leave all of this on Buffy and Mr. peroxide?" I asked, barely able to stand. "I can get myself inside of that hotel. I just have to cross the street in front of all of these demons, behind Spike and Buffy and I should be fine."
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"I can get myself inside of that hotel. I just have to cross the street in front of all of these demons, behind Spike and Buffy and I should be fine."
I shrugged. "I don't think it really matters, at this point. You're hurt. I think Buffy would thank me for taking you out of the fight, and some place safe. She wouldn't want you to turn out worse than you are." He looked down at me. I gave him a little wink.
Wood mentioned about the hotel across the street where the demons were fighting. There seemed to be a sarcastic tone, when he mentioned it. "Wood, I'm not going to let you cross the street, alone. I'm not that much of a bitch. Who do you think I am?" I got a smile out of him. "I'll walk you to the hotel, make sure you're nice and safe. Then, I'll come back out here, if Buffy needs me. There should be a first aid kit, in the hotel. Those wounds need to be bandaged, before you they get infected." I took one look around us. "Let's go."
I pulled him, behind me. We had to move, slowly. Most of the demons were distracted. Both of us moved across the street, without a sound. When we got to the front door, we heard a growl. When I turned around, a demon was staring down at us. "Go in." Wood stood there, slumped in front of the door. "Go in!" I punched the demon as hard as I could. It fell to it's knees. I hit it over the head with my knife, grabbed his head and broke it's neck. A heavy sigh, followed. I went inside and saw Wood sitting in a chair. There was no one in the hotel. "Good. At least we don't have to pay for a room, huh?" I laughed. "Let's get you bandaged."
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