I’m surrounded by fools [no_going_home]
Fools. They’re all a bunch of fools to think I don’t know what’s going on. Brad brooding around and plotting against me. That’s not going to fair well for him when I get my claws on him. I’ll tack him to the wall like I did that girls child, then to top it off I’ll let Bailey girl play with his insides, maybe walk on him with her new shoes I ordered.
Special pair of black leather boots, a blade hidden in the side and the heels had sharp tacks at the bottoms, just perfect for my little dim to no whited wench.
Twelve slayers and not a bit of their deaths have given me any satisfaction. Now I feel like I’m killing just to kill. Then again just knowing I was the last face they saw before all their blood was drained out of them gave me a perverse pleasure.
I’m all about the perversity.
I do need to speak with that double crossing, back stabbing bag of muscles later on, what’s left of those Sunnydale goodies has been awful quiet as of late and I’m not a happy demon. Where’s the grief, where’s the outcry? I want them to come after me, I’m in the mood for a real fight.
Hmmm the last real good fight I had were those two slayers back in Sunnydale. That bitch Faith got the best of me in the end, but besides that it was a good fight. If it was some pathetic fight I lost against? Well not that it would happen anyway, but she brought a strong fight.
I think I’ve missed that fire she had, that pure rage that blew through here like a hurricane.
I’m realizing that’s what I’ve been looking for in all these dead slayers, Faith’s passion and desire…
Hmmm… I wonder if she could be resurrected like I was, I could cage her up and put her in pretty metal chains… that’s such a sweet sight. There wasn’t anything prettier in chains then Faith. Only one that came close was her watcher, and she was only half the fun.
Now, must find Bradley to go and snoop around those do gooder white hats. I don’t like when things are quiet, they bring too much noise in the end.
[Open to Brad...only if you want]
Special pair of black leather boots, a blade hidden in the side and the heels had sharp tacks at the bottoms, just perfect for my little dim to no whited wench.
Twelve slayers and not a bit of their deaths have given me any satisfaction. Now I feel like I’m killing just to kill. Then again just knowing I was the last face they saw before all their blood was drained out of them gave me a perverse pleasure.
I’m all about the perversity.
I do need to speak with that double crossing, back stabbing bag of muscles later on, what’s left of those Sunnydale goodies has been awful quiet as of late and I’m not a happy demon. Where’s the grief, where’s the outcry? I want them to come after me, I’m in the mood for a real fight.
Hmmm the last real good fight I had were those two slayers back in Sunnydale. That bitch Faith got the best of me in the end, but besides that it was a good fight. If it was some pathetic fight I lost against? Well not that it would happen anyway, but she brought a strong fight.
I think I’ve missed that fire she had, that pure rage that blew through here like a hurricane.
I’m realizing that’s what I’ve been looking for in all these dead slayers, Faith’s passion and desire…
Hmmm… I wonder if she could be resurrected like I was, I could cage her up and put her in pretty metal chains… that’s such a sweet sight. There wasn’t anything prettier in chains then Faith. Only one that came close was her watcher, and she was only half the fun.
Now, must find Bradley to go and snoop around those do gooder white hats. I don’t like when things are quiet, they bring too much noise in the end.
[Open to Brad...only if you want]