The bloodhound.
Buffy and Giles driving along, looking for the sack of hammers who had chopped my hands off, with me in the backseat and the windows shut, was getting us sodding nowhere. Yeah, we could talk, but since I had told Buffy about Angel becoming a real boy, about him becoming Liam, she had been as catatonic as a mummy, not that she bloody wanted to talk to me anyway after the whole bugaboo with me beating down the sodding Immortal and us getting into the barfight before that.
Clear that Buffy no longer had a place in her heart for me. She loved me, but only admitted it before I was slated to die and burn to a crisp. Probably wouldn't have even said it then, had she known that I was going to get trapped inside of the amulet, come back all ghost-like and then become corporeal again and help Angel and his little army fight back the Senior sodding partners and the circle of the whatever.
Almost wished, at least a part of me did at that, that I would have stayed dead, and that moment when I was killing all of the hell vamps and my body was torching, bones and flesh being torn away, and that she told me that she loved me, would linger on forever, because it was sodding better then this.
Still loved her, she knew it, but didn't feel the same, again. Played this bloody song before and like some catchy little pop ditty, had been played so much that I was sick of the song now, and it couldn't have anything to do with Angel, because it was clear and I had told her, that Angel and vision girl were very friendly together.
Couldn't have been her love for Fabrizio that had her hating me? Maybe I was just expecting too much? I put it out of my mind and liked Giles' suggestion of me using my nose and them following to locate the sack of hammers. They didn't sodding want me talking to them, and didn't want to be where I wasn't wanted, anyway.
So the bloodhound I became, moving quick, the smell of fear pulling me up the road, but not the smell of the bird, the sack of hammers who liked using drugs on me and chopping my hands off, although she did come into my nostrils, eventually, too.
She was torturing somebody and the scent was almost familiar, almost, and it pushed me forward and prompted me to scream back to the two of them.
"I'd say our crazy slayer is close, and she has a victim in mind, or more to the sodding point, in her bloody grasp right now!" I quickened my pace. We were closing in on the fight, on the sack of hammers, and on her victim.
((Open for Buffy, Giles, Dana and Connor))
Clear that Buffy no longer had a place in her heart for me. She loved me, but only admitted it before I was slated to die and burn to a crisp. Probably wouldn't have even said it then, had she known that I was going to get trapped inside of the amulet, come back all ghost-like and then become corporeal again and help Angel and his little army fight back the Senior sodding partners and the circle of the whatever.
Almost wished, at least a part of me did at that, that I would have stayed dead, and that moment when I was killing all of the hell vamps and my body was torching, bones and flesh being torn away, and that she told me that she loved me, would linger on forever, because it was sodding better then this.
Still loved her, she knew it, but didn't feel the same, again. Played this bloody song before and like some catchy little pop ditty, had been played so much that I was sick of the song now, and it couldn't have anything to do with Angel, because it was clear and I had told her, that Angel and vision girl were very friendly together.
Couldn't have been her love for Fabrizio that had her hating me? Maybe I was just expecting too much? I put it out of my mind and liked Giles' suggestion of me using my nose and them following to locate the sack of hammers. They didn't sodding want me talking to them, and didn't want to be where I wasn't wanted, anyway.
So the bloodhound I became, moving quick, the smell of fear pulling me up the road, but not the smell of the bird, the sack of hammers who liked using drugs on me and chopping my hands off, although she did come into my nostrils, eventually, too.
She was torturing somebody and the scent was almost familiar, almost, and it pushed me forward and prompted me to scream back to the two of them.
"I'd say our crazy slayer is close, and she has a victim in mind, or more to the sodding point, in her bloody grasp right now!" I quickened my pace. We were closing in on the fight, on the sack of hammers, and on her victim.
((Open for Buffy, Giles, Dana and Connor))