If I was beautiful like you I'd have so many friends
Wesley herded up the rest of the gang and brought them back to the new vampire free Summers house. I stayed pretty quiet as Wes started assigning people rooms. So much for me bein' in charge huh? Not that it mattered, I didn't need to be in charge of this crap. When it came to kickin' a little ass than I was in charge.
As soon as everyone got back I just kinda claimed Dawn's room for my own. Knew she wouldn't be comin' back anytime soon and it felt too weird to let anyone sleep in B's room. Xand had packed Dawnie up and sent her over to Giles in England I guess. Was probably better that way, she didn't need to see her sister that way. Not to mention, havin' Dawn around would mean havin' to babysit her all the time. That kid was a wicked brat and I wasn't lookin' forward to havin' her get in the way all the time. It was better this way.
Cor and Fred were sharin' Joyce's old room. Still felt bad about her. She was a great mom, something I'd always wanted to make my own. Course I was fixin' on killing her at some point but it was only cause I wanted to have everything that Buffy had. I wanted to take her life from her and make it mine. Kinda ironic how shit works out huh?
Wasn't sure where Wes was sleepin', probably gonna crash on the couch. Whatever, it's not like I cared. None of them liked me, they only trusted me because they had no choice. No one could help what I was or who I was, and there was nothin' they could do about it. B was gone and I was the real deal slayer now. The chosen one. Everyone was just gonna have to get used to it.
Hell, I was gonna have to get used to it.
Sitting on the windowsil in Dawn's room I lit up a smoke and stared out into the dark night. It wasn't gonna be long now. I'd have to get off my ass and head out into that night, try and somehow save Buffy and Angel. Why did that seem like an impossible task? Me of all people, tryin' to save the heroes. That was a fuckin' joke. I'd spent the last few years coolin' my jets behind bars. I had muscles that hadn't been used in forever and here they were. Buffy and Angel, all super powered out to the nth degree. Was gonna have to work harder, be better, be faster, be stronger. Whatever it took. Vaguely I wondered how this would all play out.
What was even scarier than the two of them meetin' their dusty end at the pointy end of my stake? Was the two of them gangin' up on me to try and make me number two of the slayers turned vampire. I'd already spent too long bein' second to Buffy's first. Never again.
With a sigh I flicked my cigarette butt out the window, watching the glow disappear into the dewy grass below. I was in way over my head, and I knew it.
As soon as everyone got back I just kinda claimed Dawn's room for my own. Knew she wouldn't be comin' back anytime soon and it felt too weird to let anyone sleep in B's room. Xand had packed Dawnie up and sent her over to Giles in England I guess. Was probably better that way, she didn't need to see her sister that way. Not to mention, havin' Dawn around would mean havin' to babysit her all the time. That kid was a wicked brat and I wasn't lookin' forward to havin' her get in the way all the time. It was better this way.
Cor and Fred were sharin' Joyce's old room. Still felt bad about her. She was a great mom, something I'd always wanted to make my own. Course I was fixin' on killing her at some point but it was only cause I wanted to have everything that Buffy had. I wanted to take her life from her and make it mine. Kinda ironic how shit works out huh?
Wasn't sure where Wes was sleepin', probably gonna crash on the couch. Whatever, it's not like I cared. None of them liked me, they only trusted me because they had no choice. No one could help what I was or who I was, and there was nothin' they could do about it. B was gone and I was the real deal slayer now. The chosen one. Everyone was just gonna have to get used to it.
Hell, I was gonna have to get used to it.
Sitting on the windowsil in Dawn's room I lit up a smoke and stared out into the dark night. It wasn't gonna be long now. I'd have to get off my ass and head out into that night, try and somehow save Buffy and Angel. Why did that seem like an impossible task? Me of all people, tryin' to save the heroes. That was a fuckin' joke. I'd spent the last few years coolin' my jets behind bars. I had muscles that hadn't been used in forever and here they were. Buffy and Angel, all super powered out to the nth degree. Was gonna have to work harder, be better, be faster, be stronger. Whatever it took. Vaguely I wondered how this would all play out.
What was even scarier than the two of them meetin' their dusty end at the pointy end of my stake? Was the two of them gangin' up on me to try and make me number two of the slayers turned vampire. I'd already spent too long bein' second to Buffy's first. Never again.
With a sigh I flicked my cigarette butt out the window, watching the glow disappear into the dewy grass below. I was in way over my head, and I knew it.