The fight had turned for the worst in my favor. I had been pummeling William the Bloody with impunity, but not because I had always despised him as someone like Xavier had
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Had to elude the sodding cops, for bloody starters, but was hard to focus on that. Buffy was gone. No bloody where to be seen, which had me going sack of hammers to an epic level. Xavier had to do the presto, hocus-pocus routine because there’s no way that he would take Buffy so easily.
Had to figure that they were in Paris, though they could be bloody anywhere and the sad facts were, that there was no way for me to get to my love. Only buoying bloody thing was that I knew how strong Buffy was, but Xavier was sodding dangerous, which of course, left me sack of hammers and then some.
Jada and Leonardo were both gone, and I could only assume the worst there. Leonardo Anducci was bloody tough and Jada was knew as a slayer. The bottom line was that she was probably dead and worse, was probably now undead, a vampire slayer turned into a vampire, and the strength there could be amazing, and if her lack of soul thrived and her conscience was clear, she would be a headache to us and for more then one reason.
Had to elude the cops and did so, and chased my only lead, the Nazi vamp, who had to be having difficulty seeing after what I had done to his eye. He had a big lead on me and had already taken a Porsche, go figure, from a street corner and was whistling away from me. Had no choice. I had to follow. I had to see if he knew anything and get back to California and tell the others what had happened to Buffy and Jada, because there was little that I could do right now.
Managed to take the keys out of the hands of a putz…and the keys were to a corvette. Didn’t have a lot of money on me, so gas money could be an issue, but then again, if I caught poncy Boris, I would neutralize his assets after staking his gigantic ass to bloody dust. Messing with Buffy was the last thing that any of them should have done.
My eye would take at least a day or two to heal. That schizerkopf Spike, playing dirty, as I should have known that he would have, had come close to putting my eye out completely and had come close to leaving me blind in one eye with one jut of his fingernail.
It didn’t deter me from the mission at hand, though. Xavier had taken his slayer and had run off, magically, probably to his castle in Paris, completely avoiding the First Evil’s desires.
Leonardo had likely turned the other slayer and was probably still in Atlanta and I assumed that he too, along with his new immortal, the enticing Jada, a colored, yet attractive colored, now a vampire and former slayer. That was an appetizing prospect. Her strength could be greater then all of ours put together. Or possibly not…still, the majority of those that we were requested to eliminate were in California and that’s where my journey would take me.
My limited knowledge of the United States left me wondering how long the journey would be and exactly what routes to take, but I figured that starting westward and highway bound at the same time, would be fast and would enable me the opportunity to reach California overnight. I was sure that the First would guide me, and a Porsche 911 twin turbo would get me there fast. I waited for the First for directions, driving recklessly, which was the only way I wanted it. Being used to the autobahn made these speed limits seem ridiculous, but I wasn’t stopping for anyone.
Could faintly make out Boris in the distance, driving at an incredible rate of bloody speed. Didn’t know if his 911 was a twin turbo or not, but if it was, it was going to be bloody hard to catch him, even in a bloody corvette.
Was hard not to chase him with everything that I had and yet, at the same bleeding time, it was hard not to think about Buffy being in danger and wondering what Xavier had in store for her. Knew that he would try something mystical on the woman that I loved with every fiber in my being, only not having a familiarity with the occult, I couldn’t know what he would try with her and since Giles was dead, was bloody doubtful that any of us would know what to do, short of going to sodding Paris, which could be two days from now, when things were too late.
Slammed on the accelerator in pursuit as Boris seemed to be gaining a lead on me with each passing second, and with each passing second, realized that it would be up to me to take the occult and the hocus pocus, because this could never happen again.
Boris radically changed direction, at nearly one-hundred and thirty miles an hour and I followed, taking the corner too bloody aggressively.
The first in the form of the tall librarian, joined me out of nowhere, in my car and I quickly found myself veering north and west, on a state route that would connect me with interstate 40, which would lead me across the country and would connect with interstate 5 in California, where I would then proceed north towards the town of Seaside, where my targets awaited me.
I was warned, that Spike was on my tail in a new model corvette and I relished that opportunity. Firstly, I didn’t believe that his corvette could keep up with my 911 twin turbo and secondly, I was also warned by the first that it was possible that the others in California might be alerted to what Xavier was doing with Buffy and assuredly, would be warned about what Leonardo had already done to Jada. It was all confirmed by the First. The colored slayer was indeed now a vampire with Leonardo, waiting for her rebirth and they too would likely be in California soon and Xavier had Buffy Summers in his clutches and was about to make her his immortal.
I smiled and the first left me, with a warning that cops would be waiting ahead and road blocks would likely be an issue. He also told me that gas would become an issue and there was no way that I could cross the country, even doubling the speed limit and then some, in one night and that I would have to hold up somewhere.
I drove at over one hundred miles an hour on state route 104, waiting for the local cops to try to stop me. Interstate seventy would come soon and from there, I would be driving at mach three. I peered down at the speedometer and saw that I was now reaching speeds on this curvy road, dark with night and very little moonlight, of one-hundred and twenty-five miles per hour.
The gas tank was irritating, in that I only had half a tank and would need to gas up probably several times before I reached California. I wondered what Spike’s gas tank was telling him, somewhere behind me.
I had less then a sodding quarter of a tank of gas left and was still not catching sodding Boris and didn’t know where he was going. Wanted to kill him before getting to California, which was a long bloody way off yet.
Some little hillbilly state route in Georgia, which had just become Tennessee, was leading us somewhere, but I had to know where he was going before I could bloody stop for gas.
Desperation filled me. Every thought was about Buffy. I felt bad about Jada, sensing that Leonardo had bloody capped her, but with Buffy being in danger, very little else could fill my head and dominate my thoughts.
I worried that we had never really been able to get past the threesome with Faith, created by the soothing and horny-making effects of vision girl’s glow. I worried that I hadn’t told her how much I loved her, even though we had made love on several occasions since we were all brought together and since the two of us were brought together by the original tragedies. Bloody worried that even though she was so capable and had survived virtually everything with the help of others, that right now, with her mindset being distraught and filled with grief, that she might not care enough to bloody fight and I hated thinking that way about Buffy, but there it bloody was, a reality.
Saw the signs for interstate 40 and saw that Boris had gotten on just ahead of me. Wheeled the ramp at eighty miles an hour and ripped it up to over 100. Now, I knew he was planning on taking the bloody 40 all of the way across the southern bloody plains and through the desert to California.
Had to stop for gas soon, and just hoped that I would lose too much ground to him in the meantime. Had no choice, though. I was on my own and would drive at un-bloody-Godly speeds to get to California as quickly as possible, though I knew that waiting out the day was going to be a hell of epic proportions. It was going to be a hell of worry over Buffy and despair at my lack of options to do anything about it.
Now, it was just a matter of driving fast and hoping to reach my destination by some time tomorrow night. I didn’t believe that Spike would have any chance of catching me, which was fortuitous considering the state of my eye, which throbbed, but I had long ago learned to either accept of flat out like pain…it was just that I wouldn’t be able to fight Spike with one eye basically shut.
Being a warrior and an aficionado of the art of war and of the individual battle, I knew well enough to know when not to fight, though this was a rarity to me, because there was never a time when I was not the favorite in a war. In World War two, there were occasions when I would have been killed by some of the allied troops, yet I waited for my advantage and ceased it.
I looked down at the gas gauge and had reached a quarter of a tank already. I was now traveling on the straight highway, at one-hundred and fifty five miles per hour and had already blown past a state polizeiman, who would never catch me, but with certainty, could get on his radio. I was prepared for all manner of things, such as roadblocks and probes laid across the highway that blow out tires.
Now, it was just a matter of execution and I took it personally, like any other challenge.
I stopped for gas somewhere in Tennessee, near the country music city. Saw a policeman with his lights flashing pulling off in front of me, and saw him quickly enough to slow down, even though I knew that the cop was after Boris. I couldn’t bother with running him off of the road and continuing my pursuit of Boris, because now, I needed gas.
I stopped and asked the attendant, a cute little thing with red hair, to turn the pump on for me. I filled it up with 93 octane and felt bad when I peeled away without paying, but important matters were at stake.
I also drove only eighty miles an hour for the next twenty miles or thereabouts and passed a cavalcade of bloody officers, their lights flashing, only Boris wasn’t there, as I originally had hoped. It was obvious that they were using the radio because they couldn’t keep up with him. I wasn’t about to get caught up in that trap, even though more then anything, I wanted to get to and question Boris and then dust him. Getting my tires blown out was not going to help me get to the others any quicker.
I just prayed as the miles ticked away and as I struggled to find a bloody suitable radio station that Boris’ tires were blown, so that I could get to him and his damaged eye and finish him off, after finding out what he knows about Xavier’s plans for my beloved.
The police in Tennessee failed to get me to blow out my tires, as my sense warned me in advance and as I maneuvered around the device, slowing way down when I did, but smiling as I picked my speed back up and crossed into Arkansas without further incident. Not seeing Spike behind me anywhere close, I slowed down to under a hundred miles an hour for a time, paying attention to the rearview mirror, and proceeding as I needed to.
Somewhere in western Arkansas, I stopped and fueled up again and found the night fading away as I made my way across the state of Oklahoma and saw nothing but barren nothingness. The United States was drab, especially in these parts and I didn’t expect things to change.
Day was challenging me as I entered Amarillo, Texas, but I tried to beat it back progressively, more and more, as the sun rose in the east and made its way west.
I crossed the Texas border and went off-road to a cave structure near Tucumcari, New Mexico, when it was obvious that the sun was going to get the best of me. I found it highly unlikely that William the bloody would pull off to the same structure that I had and it was more likely that he was stranded somewhere in Texas.
Passing by, realized that I wasn’t going to catch up to Boris. Made it through Texas and increased my speed and made it somewhere near bloody Albuquerque before I had to stop to avoid becoming a big pile o dust. Didn’t see the big Nazi anywhere, not that I expected to and ended up getting off of the highway and stopping in a parking garage, where I would sleep out the bloody length of the day.
Tossed and turned and realized that the idea of sleeping out the day was not going to happen.
Couldn’t sleep. Nothing but worry filled me and the idea of failures encompassed me. Had failed to protect Buffy and Jada, and now, knew that things were out of my sodding control.
Had failed to catch up to the big Nazi and though I knew that he hadn’t made it to sodding Seaside, which had to be where he was going, yet, it still didn’t change that nothing good had come from this entire journey.
Spent the good portion of the day siphoning gas with the gas tank in the corvette and with a hose I had found in another car, out of the cars near where I was parked, doing it sly-like, and not being seen. Figured that I had filled up ten five gallon gas tanks thoughout the garage as the day had passed and filled up the corvette with gas to spare left in the trunk.
Was all that I could do to keep myself busy and not think, but even that, only took so long and there was still plenty of day left…plenty of day where I was bloody useless to do anything and where God only knew what could happen to Buffy.
Had to figure that they were in Paris, though they could be bloody anywhere and the sad facts were, that there was no way for me to get to my love. Only buoying bloody thing was that I knew how strong Buffy was, but Xavier was sodding dangerous, which of course, left me sack of hammers and then some.
Jada and Leonardo were both gone, and I could only assume the worst there. Leonardo Anducci was bloody tough and Jada was knew as a slayer. The bottom line was that she was probably dead and worse, was probably now undead, a vampire slayer turned into a vampire, and the strength there could be amazing, and if her lack of soul thrived and her conscience was clear, she would be a headache to us and for more then one reason.
Had to elude the cops and did so, and chased my only lead, the Nazi vamp, who had to be having difficulty seeing after what I had done to his eye. He had a big lead on me and had already taken a Porsche, go figure, from a street corner and was whistling away from me. Had no choice. I had to follow. I had to see if he knew anything and get back to California and tell the others what had happened to Buffy and Jada, because there was little that I could do right now.
Managed to take the keys out of the hands of a putz…and the keys were to a corvette. Didn’t have a lot of money on me, so gas money could be an issue, but then again, if I caught poncy Boris, I would neutralize his assets after staking his gigantic ass to bloody dust. Messing with Buffy was the last thing that any of them should have done.
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It didn’t deter me from the mission at hand, though. Xavier had taken his slayer and had run off, magically, probably to his castle in Paris, completely avoiding the First Evil’s desires.
Leonardo had likely turned the other slayer and was probably still in Atlanta and I assumed that he too, along with his new immortal, the enticing Jada, a colored, yet attractive colored, now a vampire and former slayer. That was an appetizing prospect. Her strength could be greater then all of ours put together. Or possibly not…still, the majority of those that we were requested to eliminate were in California and that’s where my journey would take me.
My limited knowledge of the United States left me wondering how long the journey would be and exactly what routes to take, but I figured that starting westward and highway bound at the same time, would be fast and would enable me the opportunity to reach California overnight. I was sure that the First would guide me, and a Porsche 911 twin turbo would get me there fast. I waited for the First for directions, driving recklessly, which was the only way I wanted it. Being used to the autobahn made these speed limits seem ridiculous, but I wasn’t stopping for anyone.
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Was hard not to chase him with everything that I had and yet, at the same bleeding time, it was hard not to think about Buffy being in danger and wondering what Xavier had in store for her. Knew that he would try something mystical on the woman that I loved with every fiber in my being, only not having a familiarity with the occult, I couldn’t know what he would try with her and since Giles was dead, was bloody doubtful that any of us would know what to do, short of going to sodding Paris, which could be two days from now, when things were too late.
Slammed on the accelerator in pursuit as Boris seemed to be gaining a lead on me with each passing second, and with each passing second, realized that it would be up to me to take the occult and the hocus pocus, because this could never happen again.
Boris radically changed direction, at nearly one-hundred and thirty miles an hour and I followed, taking the corner too bloody aggressively.
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I was warned, that Spike was on my tail in a new model corvette and I relished that opportunity. Firstly, I didn’t believe that his corvette could keep up with my 911 twin turbo and secondly, I was also warned by the first that it was possible that the others in California might be alerted to what Xavier was doing with Buffy and assuredly, would be warned about what Leonardo had already done to Jada. It was all confirmed by the First. The colored slayer was indeed now a vampire with Leonardo, waiting for her rebirth and they too would likely be in California soon and Xavier had Buffy Summers in his clutches and was about to make her his immortal.
I smiled and the first left me, with a warning that cops would be waiting ahead and road blocks would likely be an issue. He also told me that gas would become an issue and there was no way that I could cross the country, even doubling the speed limit and then some, in one night and that I would have to hold up somewhere.
I drove at over one hundred miles an hour on state route 104, waiting for the local cops to try to stop me. Interstate seventy would come soon and from there, I would be driving at mach three. I peered down at the speedometer and saw that I was now reaching speeds on this curvy road, dark with night and very little moonlight, of one-hundred and twenty-five miles per hour.
The gas tank was irritating, in that I only had half a tank and would need to gas up probably several times before I reached California. I wondered what Spike’s gas tank was telling him, somewhere behind me.
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Some little hillbilly state route in Georgia, which had just become Tennessee, was leading us somewhere, but I had to know where he was going before I could bloody stop for gas.
Desperation filled me. Every thought was about Buffy. I felt bad about Jada, sensing that Leonardo had bloody capped her, but with Buffy being in danger, very little else could fill my head and dominate my thoughts.
I worried that we had never really been able to get past the threesome with Faith, created by the soothing and horny-making effects of vision girl’s glow. I worried that I hadn’t told her how much I loved her, even though we had made love on several occasions since we were all brought together and since the two of us were brought together by the original tragedies. Bloody worried that even though she was so capable and had survived virtually everything with the help of others, that right now, with her mindset being distraught and filled with grief, that she might not care enough to bloody fight and I hated thinking that way about Buffy, but there it bloody was, a reality.
Saw the signs for interstate 40 and saw that Boris had gotten on just ahead of me. Wheeled the ramp at eighty miles an hour and ripped it up to over 100. Now, I knew he was planning on taking the bloody 40 all of the way across the southern bloody plains and through the desert to California.
Had to stop for gas soon, and just hoped that I would lose too much ground to him in the meantime. Had no choice, though. I was on my own and would drive at un-bloody-Godly speeds to get to California as quickly as possible, though I knew that waiting out the day was going to be a hell of epic proportions. It was going to be a hell of worry over Buffy and despair at my lack of options to do anything about it.
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Being a warrior and an aficionado of the art of war and of the individual battle, I knew well enough to know when not to fight, though this was a rarity to me, because there was never a time when I was not the favorite in a war. In World War two, there were occasions when I would have been killed by some of the allied troops, yet I waited for my advantage and ceased it.
I looked down at the gas gauge and had reached a quarter of a tank already. I was now traveling on the straight highway, at one-hundred and fifty five miles per hour and had already blown past a state polizeiman, who would never catch me, but with certainty, could get on his radio. I was prepared for all manner of things, such as roadblocks and probes laid across the highway that blow out tires.
Now, it was just a matter of execution and I took it personally, like any other challenge.
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I stopped and asked the attendant, a cute little thing with red hair, to turn the pump on for me. I filled it up with 93 octane and felt bad when I peeled away without paying, but important matters were at stake.
I also drove only eighty miles an hour for the next twenty miles or thereabouts and passed a cavalcade of bloody officers, their lights flashing, only Boris wasn’t there, as I originally had hoped. It was obvious that they were using the radio because they couldn’t keep up with him. I wasn’t about to get caught up in that trap, even though more then anything, I wanted to get to and question Boris and then dust him. Getting my tires blown out was not going to help me get to the others any quicker.
I just prayed as the miles ticked away and as I struggled to find a bloody suitable radio station that Boris’ tires were blown, so that I could get to him and his damaged eye and finish him off, after finding out what he knows about Xavier’s plans for my beloved.
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Somewhere in western Arkansas, I stopped and fueled up again and found the night fading away as I made my way across the state of Oklahoma and saw nothing but barren nothingness. The United States was drab, especially in these parts and I didn’t expect things to change.
Day was challenging me as I entered Amarillo, Texas, but I tried to beat it back progressively, more and more, as the sun rose in the east and made its way west.
I crossed the Texas border and went off-road to a cave structure near Tucumcari, New Mexico, when it was obvious that the sun was going to get the best of me. I found it highly unlikely that William the bloody would pull off to the same structure that I had and it was more likely that he was stranded somewhere in Texas.
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Tossed and turned and realized that the idea of sleeping out the day was not going to happen.
Couldn’t sleep. Nothing but worry filled me and the idea of failures encompassed me. Had failed to protect Buffy and Jada, and now, knew that things were out of my sodding control.
Had failed to catch up to the big Nazi and though I knew that he hadn’t made it to sodding Seaside, which had to be where he was going, yet, it still didn’t change that nothing good had come from this entire journey.
Spent the good portion of the day siphoning gas with the gas tank in the corvette and with a hose I had found in another car, out of the cars near where I was parked, doing it sly-like, and not being seen. Figured that I had filled up ten five gallon gas tanks thoughout the garage as the day had passed and filled up the corvette with gas to spare left in the trunk.
Was all that I could do to keep myself busy and not think, but even that, only took so long and there was still plenty of day left…plenty of day where I was bloody useless to do anything and where God only knew what could happen to Buffy.
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