So the evening wasn't wasted. Hallie and I split up at The Bronze. No doubt she enjoyed an evening of good, care-free vengeance. I envied her. At least for the care-free part
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Oh, she's still here. Right. I wasn't just reminiscing for fun. I was telling a story. Well, you'd think she could be a little more polite about it.
"Yes, it was William. Lucky for him, she only wished that he would have to see what he did to her... As though that was some kind of punishment for him! He enjoyed every second of it. And, despite my distaste for allegiances to good and evil, his talent for violence and destruction was... well, inspired."
Hmm, this seems to be affecting Dawn more than it would if it were just curiousity. My eyes narrow. I focus my vengeance demon senses on her, and there's just a glimmer of... what is it? Jealousy? It has just a tinge of being taken advantage of. You have got to be kidding me. Not another Summers sister. A small smirk lights my face. Well, at least I can have a bit of fun with this one.
"Of course after seeing what a glorious job he did with that family, I just had to take him out for a drink. Paris has some equisite demon bars. Well, it used to anyway, I haven't been back in years. William and I had a few drinks. I won't lie, he was quite enthralled with me. Couldn't take his eyes off my face. I don't know if I've ever been ravaged with quite that much intensity or ferociousness by anyone else. Oh! I'm sorry, that's probably inappropriate for me to say around a child. Anyway, it was a short lived, but hotly burning romance. He had to go off with that little vampire gang of his."
This is the part of the story that I have a little more trouble being glib about. After all, he did truly seem enamoured with me, but after only a few days, he just deserted me without a word. Only later did I hear that he had been running rampant across Europe with another male vampire and two females.
While listening, my hand drifts to my mouth and I bite down on the knuckle, watching Halfrek reminesce. Violence and destruction... yeah, we knew that already. But Halfrek seems to be saying that he was more evil than most vampires, with a bigger taste for pain.
I narrow my eyes when she talks about having a romance with Spike. The image of them together makes me shudder, so I close my eyes for a moment and try to clear my head. I don't think she's lying, and I'm not surprised - Drusilla couldn't have been the only woman he's been with in the past hundred-some years. Her words do affect me, but I remind myself that this is all in the past and what happened the other night... that is now.
Besides, it sounds like a one-night-stand to me, and if Spike was as evil as she says, it would make sense. I focus on the important part of her story.
"And the vampire gang, that was Angel and Darla and Drusilla?" I ask, ignoring her words about being a child. If only she knew. "Didn't the four of them used to be famous or something? For being so evil? And why?"
The bell over the door jangles as I walk in. I'm still a little hazy after the spell last night in the cemetery, but Andrew took care of me. Good old brother.
At least he's good for something.
I really hadn't anticipated returning to the Magic Box so soon after my last visit, but I had a few reasons. The Slayer's cronies were still denying me access to the Themagara Codex, and I really needed it for my research...and the second being I wanted to see if I could over-hear any information on the vampire. If any of them had contact with him yet, it might indicate to me whether the spell was a success or not.
...and it was crucial to me to find out.
As I move forward into the store I notice the Slayer's sister and give her a nod.
"Hey Dawn."
...and then after a bried glimpse around, I take note of the demon shopkeeper and...
...well, this is a pleasant surprise. The woman from the cemetery.
"...and you, to what do I owe such a repeat pleasure?"
The man from the graveyard walks in the door just as I'm about to answer Dawn's question.
I'm glad I have an excuse to stop reminiscing about Spike. As much fun as it is to watch Dawn squirm, it's actually quite painful to recall him simply disappearing like that. I knew that he ran around with a gang, and assumed that he had some vampire wench around, but he really seemed enthralled with me. Ah well.
The man's eyes rest on me.
"...and you, to what do I owe such a repeat pleasure?"
I feel a small smile creep onto my face. I'm pleased to see him again. We did have such an interesting chat.
"Well, as I said, I was looking for my dear friend Anyanka, and now I have found her. I'm sure she can help you with whatever you were looking for."
This is true, but it's also another way of seeing how Anyanka is adjusting. Before, I thin kshe wouldn't have liked this young man. He's no black hat, but he does have a twinge of questionable morality to him. That shouldn't be a problem if she's truly returned to form.
Oh, she's still here. Right. I wasn't just reminiscing for fun. I was telling a story. Well, you'd think she could be a little more polite about it.
"Yes, it was William. Lucky for him, she only wished that he would have to see what he did to her... As though that was some kind of punishment for him! He enjoyed every second of it. And, despite my distaste for allegiances to good and evil, his talent for violence and destruction was... well, inspired."
Hmm, this seems to be affecting Dawn more than it would if it were just curiousity. My eyes narrow. I focus my vengeance demon senses on her, and there's just a glimmer of... what is it? Jealousy? It has just a tinge of being taken advantage of. You have got to be kidding me. Not another Summers sister. A small smirk lights my face. Well, at least I can have a bit of fun with this one.
"Of course after seeing what a glorious job he did with that family, I just had to take him out for a drink. Paris has some equisite demon bars. Well, it used to anyway, I haven't been back in years. William and I had a few drinks. I won't lie, he was quite enthralled with me. Couldn't take his eyes off my face. I don't know if I've ever been ravaged with quite that much intensity or ferociousness by anyone else. Oh! I'm sorry, that's probably inappropriate for me to say around a child. Anyway, it was a short lived, but hotly burning romance. He had to go off with that little vampire gang of his."
This is the part of the story that I have a little more trouble being glib about. After all, he did truly seem enamoured with me, but after only a few days, he just deserted me without a word. Only later did I hear that he had been running rampant across Europe with another male vampire and two females.
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I narrow my eyes when she talks about having a romance with Spike. The image of them together makes me shudder, so I close my eyes for a moment and try to clear my head. I don't think she's lying, and I'm not surprised - Drusilla couldn't have been the only woman he's been with in the past hundred-some years. Her words do affect me, but I remind myself that this is all in the past and what happened the other night... that is now.
Besides, it sounds like a one-night-stand to me, and if Spike was as evil as she says, it would make sense. I focus on the important part of her story.
"And the vampire gang, that was Angel and Darla and Drusilla?" I ask, ignoring her words about being a child. If only she knew. "Didn't the four of them used to be famous or something? For being so evil? And why?"
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At least he's good for something.
I really hadn't anticipated returning to the Magic Box so soon after my last visit, but I had a few reasons. The Slayer's cronies were still denying me access to the Themagara Codex, and I really needed it for my research...and the second being I wanted to see if I could over-hear any information on the vampire. If any of them had contact with him yet, it might indicate to me whether the spell was a success or not.
...and it was crucial to me to find out.
As I move forward into the store I notice the Slayer's sister and give her a nod.
"Hey Dawn."
...and then after a bried glimpse around, I take note of the demon shopkeeper and...
...well, this is a pleasant surprise. The woman from the cemetery.
"...and you, to what do I owe such a repeat pleasure?"
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I'm glad I have an excuse to stop reminiscing about Spike. As much fun as it is to watch Dawn squirm, it's actually quite painful to recall him simply disappearing like that. I knew that he ran around with a gang, and assumed that he had some vampire wench around, but he really seemed enthralled with me. Ah well.
The man's eyes rest on me.
"...and you, to what do I owe such a repeat pleasure?"
I feel a small smile creep onto my face. I'm pleased to see him again. We did have such an interesting chat.
"Well, as I said, I was looking for my dear friend Anyanka, and now I have found her. I'm sure she can help you with whatever you were looking for."
This is true, but it's also another way of seeing how Anyanka is adjusting. Before, I thin kshe wouldn't have liked this young man. He's no black hat, but he does have a twinge of questionable morality to him. That shouldn't be a problem if she's truly returned to form.
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