Famous monster
I fell flat on the floor next to a pile of bones that I immediately recognized as my new cellmate she kept goin' on about. Shit! Scramblin' up to my feet as fast as I could I raced back towards the door only to have it slammed back in my face as she grinned like an idiot and stashed the key in her bra. I just got my first taste of freedom in ten years just to get it taken away again. Just to throw me in another cell where I could rot away with the other dead bodies. Another forgotten chewtoy for her to remember the next time she managed to snatch some idiot and drag 'em down here. I narrowed my eyes at her instantly despite the fact that I kinda wanted to play nice just so she'd let me outta here. She wanted a roll in the sack? I'd give her a roll, long as she let me the fuck out of here!
"You need anything before I like go? Yeah? Too bad! Bye now." She chirped out perkily before flouncing up the stairs like the big freak of a priss she was.
Blondie really was gonna just leave me down here for...for whatever was waitin' for me. Toasty? My guess was that spell Kakistos and since I was back to battle it out with him again? I had to figure he musta found out I was back somehow and decided to send Tweedledum and Tweedledumber out lookin' for me. Course I was the dumbest stooge of the three for lettin' 'em get the drop on me. I'd just thought she was another harmless easy to stake vamp when she came prancing into Tara's backyard lookin' for a light. She'd felt like a demon and I'd just assumed that it was a vamp. I wondered if it was even her at all or if it was her horned friend waitin' in the bushes to dart my ass. Never used to get smacked around so easy. Alright, maybe that was a lie but it was nice to pretend that once upon a time I might've been unstoppable. Considering Kakistos was the reason my first Watcher died while he made me watch ever single second of it? Unstoppable ain't exactly the word I'd use to describe my life or death.
There was no fucking way. There was no way that the ptbs would drag my ass back here only to send me right back to the nothingness. They couldn't, right? I mean, they were supposed to be the good guys. They were supposed to be on my side. Throw a girl a friggin' bone here! Fuck! I remembered while we were in Limbo Wes tellin' me all this useless crap cause we'd get so bored that we had to talk about something. He'd tell me about this myth where this guy died and he had to push a boulder up a giant steep hill. Didn't sound so bad really except everytime he'd push the boulder all the way up it would just roll back to the bottom of the hill. He'd be totally helpless to stop it and then he'd have to march all the way back down to the bottom and push the big ass rock all the way back to the top again. Then it would roll back down again. Point is? There was apparently some kind've theory that hell was repitition. Doin' shit over and over again til you couldn't even stand it anymore. Was I sent back just to die again? Was this my hell? Over and over and over again?
Kept expecting Angel to bust in through the doors and play the part of the hero that used to give him a big old hardon back in the day. Angel didn't like playin' hero anymore though. He'd spent the last ten years talkin' to invisible people, hidin' in the shadows, and feelin' sorry for himself. That was when I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was completely fucked. I was on my own. For the first time in ten years or more I was totally alone. I'd spent so long bein' with Wes that it felt kinda naked bein' without him. Like I could feel the fact that he wasn't here and it was just makin' it all harder. Who died to get all soft anyway, huh? Brought back for a reason, and I'm guessin' it has more to do with the fact that I was one badass slayer and not cause the Powers wanted to torture me for eternity. If I wanted to get out of this, I was gonna have to do it myself.
I jerked on the thick ropes bindin' my wrists behind my back, wicked annoyed that I couldn't get out of 'em. This was just pathetic. I didn't use to be such a fucking pushover. Right? Ten years without practice had to take it's toll some way and I had the feelin' I was payin' the price right now. Glancing around the room I spotted the saw blade and once again? So do not wanna know why that was down here. Either way? It was gonna help me get my hands free. Sinking down to the floor on my back I edged towards the bars, finally pushin' my foot through 'em. I inched as close as I could, straining and stretching my muscles as my foot reached out desperately for the blade. Finally I heard a loud clang and I knew I had it. I could hear it scrapin' against the floor as I dragged it back towards the bar. Once it was right against the door I sat up and turned around, grabbin' the blade through the bars with my hands. When I felt the blade slice into the ropes I pressed against it harder. A few knicks and scrapes later I finally had full use of my hands again. Pushin' myself up to my feet I bent down and grabbed up the blade before glancin' down at the bag of bones sittin' next to me.
"No offense, buddy. But I'm not really lookin' forward to chillin' down here with you for long." I muttered when I suddenly heard a creak at the top of the stairs.
I snapped to attention just as the lights went out and I was plummeted into darkness. Okay, that was just wicked creepy cause now I could barely see a fucking thing. Hiding the saw blade behind my back I heard heavy footsteps comin' down the stairs and I knew it was my boy. Kakistos. Long before the large dark shadowy figure loomed in front of my cell.
"Doesn't anybody ever stay dead around here?"
"You need anything before I like go? Yeah? Too bad! Bye now." She chirped out perkily before flouncing up the stairs like the big freak of a priss she was.
Blondie really was gonna just leave me down here for...for whatever was waitin' for me. Toasty? My guess was that spell Kakistos and since I was back to battle it out with him again? I had to figure he musta found out I was back somehow and decided to send Tweedledum and Tweedledumber out lookin' for me. Course I was the dumbest stooge of the three for lettin' 'em get the drop on me. I'd just thought she was another harmless easy to stake vamp when she came prancing into Tara's backyard lookin' for a light. She'd felt like a demon and I'd just assumed that it was a vamp. I wondered if it was even her at all or if it was her horned friend waitin' in the bushes to dart my ass. Never used to get smacked around so easy. Alright, maybe that was a lie but it was nice to pretend that once upon a time I might've been unstoppable. Considering Kakistos was the reason my first Watcher died while he made me watch ever single second of it? Unstoppable ain't exactly the word I'd use to describe my life or death.
There was no fucking way. There was no way that the ptbs would drag my ass back here only to send me right back to the nothingness. They couldn't, right? I mean, they were supposed to be the good guys. They were supposed to be on my side. Throw a girl a friggin' bone here! Fuck! I remembered while we were in Limbo Wes tellin' me all this useless crap cause we'd get so bored that we had to talk about something. He'd tell me about this myth where this guy died and he had to push a boulder up a giant steep hill. Didn't sound so bad really except everytime he'd push the boulder all the way up it would just roll back to the bottom of the hill. He'd be totally helpless to stop it and then he'd have to march all the way back down to the bottom and push the big ass rock all the way back to the top again. Then it would roll back down again. Point is? There was apparently some kind've theory that hell was repitition. Doin' shit over and over again til you couldn't even stand it anymore. Was I sent back just to die again? Was this my hell? Over and over and over again?
Kept expecting Angel to bust in through the doors and play the part of the hero that used to give him a big old hardon back in the day. Angel didn't like playin' hero anymore though. He'd spent the last ten years talkin' to invisible people, hidin' in the shadows, and feelin' sorry for himself. That was when I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was completely fucked. I was on my own. For the first time in ten years or more I was totally alone. I'd spent so long bein' with Wes that it felt kinda naked bein' without him. Like I could feel the fact that he wasn't here and it was just makin' it all harder. Who died to get all soft anyway, huh? Brought back for a reason, and I'm guessin' it has more to do with the fact that I was one badass slayer and not cause the Powers wanted to torture me for eternity. If I wanted to get out of this, I was gonna have to do it myself.
I jerked on the thick ropes bindin' my wrists behind my back, wicked annoyed that I couldn't get out of 'em. This was just pathetic. I didn't use to be such a fucking pushover. Right? Ten years without practice had to take it's toll some way and I had the feelin' I was payin' the price right now. Glancing around the room I spotted the saw blade and once again? So do not wanna know why that was down here. Either way? It was gonna help me get my hands free. Sinking down to the floor on my back I edged towards the bars, finally pushin' my foot through 'em. I inched as close as I could, straining and stretching my muscles as my foot reached out desperately for the blade. Finally I heard a loud clang and I knew I had it. I could hear it scrapin' against the floor as I dragged it back towards the bar. Once it was right against the door I sat up and turned around, grabbin' the blade through the bars with my hands. When I felt the blade slice into the ropes I pressed against it harder. A few knicks and scrapes later I finally had full use of my hands again. Pushin' myself up to my feet I bent down and grabbed up the blade before glancin' down at the bag of bones sittin' next to me.
"No offense, buddy. But I'm not really lookin' forward to chillin' down here with you for long." I muttered when I suddenly heard a creak at the top of the stairs.
I snapped to attention just as the lights went out and I was plummeted into darkness. Okay, that was just wicked creepy cause now I could barely see a fucking thing. Hiding the saw blade behind my back I heard heavy footsteps comin' down the stairs and I knew it was my boy. Kakistos. Long before the large dark shadowy figure loomed in front of my cell.
"Doesn't anybody ever stay dead around here?"