Drogan's story supported. From thepowerplayers
The half breed and myself had taken care of the problem that Wesley had gone to Angel, with. He had ignored me altogether when he went to Angel, but what threw Wesley off of kilter was that Angel ignored the problem of the Boritz demon killing puny humans, so that he could go into his office, another closed off space, and plan for his big power move, which was inevitable, and only I seemed to be the one to see it.
Spike and myself had killed the puny Boritz demon that had been harming the feeble and now insignificantly dead humans, and after, I killed the demon, and Spike picked himself up off of the ground, a strange and beaten man made his way towards us. I could immediately tell that this sustenance our way heading was not human, and had more power, similar to a vampire, only he still didn't impress me in any way. He was beaten, which was common on this Earth, and he knew the half breed.
As it turned out, this feeble man known as the battle brand, turned out to be my jailer and the keeper of the deeper well. He came to Spike from the old continent, specifically searching him out for Spike had recently seen him. He sought out the half breed because the other half breed was supposed to have been the one that arranged for all of the putred cuts and scars that now adorned his body.
Spike did not believe this Drogan's tale, but that was of no consequence to me. I had already told Spike what a true leader does, and I believed the plan. I believed Angel to possess the aptitude and indeed the desire to grow stronger then was normally capable for such an insignificant being. The problem was, that Angel didn't have the support of his subordinates, and while still skeptical, Spike wanted to get Drogan back to the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart so that Wesley, who would surely still be ignoring me, could figure out if Drogan was telling a lie.
We drove back and I ignored the fact that my jailer was in my proximity and ignored that Spike and Angel had gone to the deeper well to try to put all of me, the great, back into the sarcophagus, as if I could be contained by such feeble vampires. I learned that if I had been sent back, then many thousands would have been left dead in my wake. Such was my power.
Once back at the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart, Spike snuck Drogan into his room, another caged cell so tight, that I felt it constraining every fabric of my being. Once there, Spike chose to leave me and my former jailer alone, while he went and gathered up the rest of the team being sucked into Angel's play for power. Instead, Gunn and Wesley arrived, as it turned out, looking for Spike, and they did not look thrilled.
I said nothing, as Spike decided to fill in Wesley, who still wasn't looking at me, and Gunn, who wasn't smiling, but did acknowledge me. Either way, it didn't matter. I did not require Wesley's attention, nor anyone else's, but for some reason, Wesley's shunning of me hurt more then I cared to make known.
[Spike, Wesley and Gunn]
Spike and myself had killed the puny Boritz demon that had been harming the feeble and now insignificantly dead humans, and after, I killed the demon, and Spike picked himself up off of the ground, a strange and beaten man made his way towards us. I could immediately tell that this sustenance our way heading was not human, and had more power, similar to a vampire, only he still didn't impress me in any way. He was beaten, which was common on this Earth, and he knew the half breed.
As it turned out, this feeble man known as the battle brand, turned out to be my jailer and the keeper of the deeper well. He came to Spike from the old continent, specifically searching him out for Spike had recently seen him. He sought out the half breed because the other half breed was supposed to have been the one that arranged for all of the putred cuts and scars that now adorned his body.
Spike did not believe this Drogan's tale, but that was of no consequence to me. I had already told Spike what a true leader does, and I believed the plan. I believed Angel to possess the aptitude and indeed the desire to grow stronger then was normally capable for such an insignificant being. The problem was, that Angel didn't have the support of his subordinates, and while still skeptical, Spike wanted to get Drogan back to the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart so that Wesley, who would surely still be ignoring me, could figure out if Drogan was telling a lie.
We drove back and I ignored the fact that my jailer was in my proximity and ignored that Spike and Angel had gone to the deeper well to try to put all of me, the great, back into the sarcophagus, as if I could be contained by such feeble vampires. I learned that if I had been sent back, then many thousands would have been left dead in my wake. Such was my power.
Once back at the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart, Spike snuck Drogan into his room, another caged cell so tight, that I felt it constraining every fabric of my being. Once there, Spike chose to leave me and my former jailer alone, while he went and gathered up the rest of the team being sucked into Angel's play for power. Instead, Gunn and Wesley arrived, as it turned out, looking for Spike, and they did not look thrilled.
I said nothing, as Spike decided to fill in Wesley, who still wasn't looking at me, and Gunn, who wasn't smiling, but did acknowledge me. Either way, it didn't matter. I did not require Wesley's attention, nor anyone else's, but for some reason, Wesley's shunning of me hurt more then I cared to make known.
[Spike, Wesley and Gunn]