A hunt in a dark place during the day. From thepowerplayers
It was frustrating. Wesley's departure from intercourse with me after I had taken on the Burkle persona was disturbing me more then I would care for it to. Worse, was how ineffectual he was. These human emotions were a mystery, and he was supposed to be my guide, but I had learned quite a bit in these past weeks, and there was a distinct difference between being mad at someone, and not even acknowledging someone's presence. I was the great Illyria, god of a god, and yet, Wesley, who had spent the most time with me, hadn't even looked at me this morning when he told Spike and before that, Angel, of this Boritz demon and his killing of people.
Spike drove in the daylight, with these strange and darkened windows that prevented him from bursting into flames, which was just another weakness of the half-breeds and led further to the fact that the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart were weak, for they were run by Angel, who would suffer a similar and quick death fate if he ventured into the sunshine.
All of these things frustrated me to no end. I was more powerful then every being on this futile planet, wrapped into on entity, back in my glry days, and now, I wa sbarely stronger then the vampire. I very much wanted to crunch this strange Boritz demon and make it suffer indignities as I would have when everything except for other Gods, bowed to my feet.
Spike drove wildly and caused other vehicles to swerve and honk their loud devices as if they were angry and it was my temptation to ask for Spike to stop the vehicle, so that I could punish those who dared to try to intervene in our path, but I was too impressed by this way of transport, and even though Wesley was angered with me, I also remembered that in order for him to properly teach me, I had to exercise restraint when it came to killing the feeble humans.
Spike ventured along a path that seemed filled with destruction. Compared to the rest of the city of Los Angeles, this area seemed filled with death and destruction and despair. I wondered what had become of this area to make it so full of swine. "Why is this area so rundown, half breed? Do the other humans not care enough about it to make it more upright like where the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart is? What form of beast made this area so repugnant?"
It was quite confounding to me, this Earth. The humans ventured to take what little that was their's, and having the most seemed to be the way that it was to be, even if having the most was so feeble now, that it made me sick to my stomach when thinking of the past. It seemed odd to me that nobody claimed this area as their's, for if they had, they would have certainly made it more seemly to the eye.
[Spike]
Spike drove in the daylight, with these strange and darkened windows that prevented him from bursting into flames, which was just another weakness of the half-breeds and led further to the fact that the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart were weak, for they were run by Angel, who would suffer a similar and quick death fate if he ventured into the sunshine.
All of these things frustrated me to no end. I was more powerful then every being on this futile planet, wrapped into on entity, back in my glry days, and now, I wa sbarely stronger then the vampire. I very much wanted to crunch this strange Boritz demon and make it suffer indignities as I would have when everything except for other Gods, bowed to my feet.
Spike drove wildly and caused other vehicles to swerve and honk their loud devices as if they were angry and it was my temptation to ask for Spike to stop the vehicle, so that I could punish those who dared to try to intervene in our path, but I was too impressed by this way of transport, and even though Wesley was angered with me, I also remembered that in order for him to properly teach me, I had to exercise restraint when it came to killing the feeble humans.
Spike ventured along a path that seemed filled with destruction. Compared to the rest of the city of Los Angeles, this area seemed filled with death and destruction and despair. I wondered what had become of this area to make it so full of swine. "Why is this area so rundown, half breed? Do the other humans not care enough about it to make it more upright like where the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart is? What form of beast made this area so repugnant?"
It was quite confounding to me, this Earth. The humans ventured to take what little that was their's, and having the most seemed to be the way that it was to be, even if having the most was so feeble now, that it made me sick to my stomach when thinking of the past. It seemed odd to me that nobody claimed this area as their's, for if they had, they would have certainly made it more seemly to the eye.
[Spike]