This is disturbing. One moment I was walking out of the cemetery and now I'm waking up with a wicked headache. My eyes slowly open as I try to contain the nausea I'm experiencing from my headache. Where in the hell am I? I move a little, trying to see better but stop when I hear his voice. I shouldn't have turned my back on the creature. I should have known he was up to something.
"Angel," I hoarsely say, coughing on the dust around me. "What in the bloody hell are you doing? And where are we?"
We are below the school, or what is there of it. I led Angel to the chamber of the Seal, and it was all too easy. So desperate and stricken, he was barely a challenge. A relief, and at the same time, a disappointment. The great Angelus, wrapped around my little finger.
If I had a corporeal little finger, it's a lot less impressive this way.
Wesley is awake. I cross my arms and smile, looking at him, and I know he can't see me. Don't particularly like the man. He hurt my Angel. The smile widens with the Slayer's lips.
"There," I point, further inside the chamber where the seal is buried. "Will you dig it up for me, Angel? The seal under the earth?"
As I snatch the shovel up that we had grabbed from the construction site on our way down into the bowels of this place, I turn and look at Wesley.
"To answer your question, my dear Wes...we're in the place that's going to finally make your life worthwhile again."
As the blade of the shovel bites into the earth, I am awash with a new sense of curiousity. What was this wonder that my Slayer was having me open?
Many minutes pass as I dig, I can hear Wesley grunting trying to break his bonds, but I've been tying knots for the better part of a century, when I tie you up...you stay there.
When the shovel connects and makes a hollow clank of metal to metal, I throw it aside and use my hands to dust the loose dirt away and stand back...there, below me is a gateway.
Broken. That's what she said. broken and ruined and soiled. Took her long enough to notice that, didn't it? Don't need no cold comfort, don't need no logs on the fire, so- so I go where they tell me. Finally just sit, quiet, quiet and still in the dust till I realize they're all telling me the same thing, all those screamers, and cryers, the whimpers...
go- go, go, go...go to hell.
Lucky in this town, I know right where that is.
down in the mud again, not alone this time. there's noise, clanking and shuffling, people chattering like birds fighting in my ears an I gotta move toward the sound if only to snuff it out.
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"Angel," I hoarsely say, coughing on the dust around me. "What in the bloody hell are you doing? And where are we?"
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If I had a corporeal little finger, it's a lot less impressive this way.
Wesley is awake. I cross my arms and smile, looking at him, and I know he can't see me. Don't particularly like the man. He hurt my Angel. The smile widens with the Slayer's lips.
"There," I point, further inside the chamber where the seal is buried. "Will you dig it up for me, Angel? The seal under the earth?"
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"To answer your question, my dear Wes...we're in the place that's going to finally make your life worthwhile again."
As the blade of the shovel bites into the earth, I am awash with a new sense of curiousity. What was this wonder that my Slayer was having me open?
Many minutes pass as I dig, I can hear Wesley grunting trying to break his bonds, but I've been tying knots for the better part of a century, when I tie you up...you stay there.
When the shovel connects and makes a hollow clank of metal to metal, I throw it aside and use my hands to dust the loose dirt away and stand back...there, below me is a gateway.
...a golden gateway.
I smile.
"For my Slayer...for my Slayer and ME."
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go- go, go, go...go to hell.
Lucky in this town, I know right where that is.
down in the mud again, not alone this time. there's noise, clanking and shuffling, people chattering like birds fighting in my ears an I gotta move toward the sound if only to snuff it out.
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