Dec 24, 2004 17:54
I had taken off after Buffy didn't return, I'm sure she caught wind of the trouble she was in for going after Wesley without me. I'd denied her her little playtoy, but that didn't mean I couldn't have some fun, right? Surely. I found myself walking toward Buffy's house, just out of curiosity. I had peeked in the kitchen window as Cordelia made some dinner, grinning at the cast on her arm. She is such an easy target, I found myself a phone and had a little fun fucking with her.
After my little love call to Cordelia Chase, I decided to swing over by the hospital, trying my luck at running into one of the Scoobies. I hadn't really expected it because they are all with the tight knit shit, Cordy actually listening to psycho Slayer babble. I shook my head and wandered around the back of the hospital, looking around really, not sure what the hell I was expecting. I found myself a little nursey snack out back, she was smoking, really nurses should not smoke anyway. I saved her a life of radiation and chemotherapy right? Absolutely. I dropped her body behind a dumpster and wiped my mouth, smirking as I saw another set of nurses coming out to smoke. Man who'd have thought I could just hang out back of a hospital and just take down nurses, free meals never felt so easy as I dropped the third nurse behind the dumpster.
Maybe I could manage to sneak inside and get me a fat little baby for dessert, haven't had one of those in years, they always taste better when they're innocent. Buffy tasted innocent, well... not as innocent as the first time I drank from her, Spike helped corrupt that. Still, she was delicious. Made me think about Faith, there was nothing innocent about her, I'm sure she'd drip like evil down the back of my throat. I smiled at that and made my way around the front of the building, glancing around. You could imagine my surprise when I saw a certain dark haired Slayer emerge from the side door. I'm a lucky bastard if you really think about it, I mean c'mon, I've already got one Slayer in my clutches. If I had two... I shook my head from that wet dream and silently approached the figure now lighting up a smoke.
"Hey gorgeous, come here often?" I asked with a devilish grin, noticing she had no stake on her, not even a jacket. Pity really.