Filled with sorrow and malaise. From huntedmerciless
Faith dragged me out of the room. I didn't know if it was the best idea. Buffy followed, even though I was sure that she wanted to help defend Angel, as always. I had heard that she was with Spike now, for real, and not just sexually like she had been in Sunnydale when he was trying to smuggle Savolti eggs and they were having sex. Buffy pulled Spike with her and again, I wasn't thinking that it was the best idea. But, I was so tired, and sad, and just wanted to crash, preferrably with a bottle that wasn't around, and sleep and wake up with my unit still intact and Samantha by my side.
That wasn't going to happen, though, and what was going to happen was that Connor was being left alone with Angel and Cordelia. Buffy, Faith and I had saved him fromt the murderer, and I had the flesh wound near my left wrist to prove it. Cordelia and Angel were new to him and because I had blurted it out, Connor now knew, or would soon, when Angel surely showed him, that his supposed real father was a vampire.
If I wasn't so sad and tired, I would have been wondering heavily how it was possible for a vampire to have a child, and especially with a vampire like we had been told. I wondered a little, anyway, except that I was so tired that I couldn't put together any thoughts that didn't involve craziness, killers with guns and my dead wife saving my life before being squashed.
I was about to suggest that I go clean up and then sleep for a day or two, when all of a sudden, in the next room, a brilliant glow filled the air. It penetrated every wall, every window, every door and hit us full blast, and I immediately felt more tired then I already was.
All of us rushed to the door, well, Spike, Faith and Buffy rushed and I sort of slumbered, and saw the glow. Spike nodded like he had seen it before, but Buffy and Faith looked shock. To me, it was now up to Cordelia and Angel to convince the boy that they weren't lying. It was up to Buffy and Spike and Faith to figure out what they were going to do with this new soft glow feeling, because they had to be feeling it too.
Me, I was going to clean up the flesh wound on my arm and then I was going to sleep.
"I'm going to clean up my injury and then sleep for a while. Hopefully, a long while."
I walked away, feeling less sad but more tired. The glow filled me and the rage and sadness over all of the death's that I had seen didn't seem to matter as much.
I plodded up the stairs, not followed.
[Spike, Buffy and Faith]
That wasn't going to happen, though, and what was going to happen was that Connor was being left alone with Angel and Cordelia. Buffy, Faith and I had saved him fromt the murderer, and I had the flesh wound near my left wrist to prove it. Cordelia and Angel were new to him and because I had blurted it out, Connor now knew, or would soon, when Angel surely showed him, that his supposed real father was a vampire.
If I wasn't so sad and tired, I would have been wondering heavily how it was possible for a vampire to have a child, and especially with a vampire like we had been told. I wondered a little, anyway, except that I was so tired that I couldn't put together any thoughts that didn't involve craziness, killers with guns and my dead wife saving my life before being squashed.
I was about to suggest that I go clean up and then sleep for a day or two, when all of a sudden, in the next room, a brilliant glow filled the air. It penetrated every wall, every window, every door and hit us full blast, and I immediately felt more tired then I already was.
All of us rushed to the door, well, Spike, Faith and Buffy rushed and I sort of slumbered, and saw the glow. Spike nodded like he had seen it before, but Buffy and Faith looked shock. To me, it was now up to Cordelia and Angel to convince the boy that they weren't lying. It was up to Buffy and Spike and Faith to figure out what they were going to do with this new soft glow feeling, because they had to be feeling it too.
Me, I was going to clean up the flesh wound on my arm and then I was going to sleep.
"I'm going to clean up my injury and then sleep for a while. Hopefully, a long while."
I walked away, feeling less sad but more tired. The glow filled me and the rage and sadness over all of the death's that I had seen didn't seem to matter as much.
I plodded up the stairs, not followed.
[Spike, Buffy and Faith]