Continued from HERESlippin' my hand outta her hair, I let it slide down and wrap tightly around her throat. I licked my lips, wishin' I could just snap her pretty little neck. But I couldn't
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I am not a hero. I believe, perhaps, that at one point, I had the chance to be one.
For most of my life, I was not worthy of that title. Year and years passed, ever-hopeful and constant in the overwhelming desire to be a hero, that I was not enough; that I came up short of the mark. And then, I allowed the dark things into my soul, turning myself, as Lilah was so very correct in pointing out, gray, forever. Since then, I have gone past what a hero would do, and there is no turning back.
I am not a hero. But, I believe it is my honour and privilege to stand beside them. And, surprisingly, to love one. And I am more than content to do my part.
And that is why when Faith attacked, it was my left hand that slipped under my jacket, and it was the air pistol loaded with tranquiliser darts that rose and fired. The red flare at the base of the dart blossomed, and the needle drove enough sedative into Faith's system to put down a linebacker on amphetamines.
The dark-haired vampire fell to the marble floor, a foot short of her target.
I let out a long-held breath, and started walking towards the still form, glancing at Buffy, hoping that for once, there might be a second chance for ones such as myself. And one for Faith, as well.
For most of my life, I was not worthy of that title. Year and years passed, ever-hopeful and constant in the overwhelming desire to be a hero, that I was not enough; that I came up short of the mark. And then, I allowed the dark things into my soul, turning myself, as Lilah was so very correct in pointing out, gray, forever. Since then, I have gone past what a hero would do, and there is no turning back.
I am not a hero. But, I believe it is my honour and privilege to stand beside them. And, surprisingly, to love one. And I am more than content to do my part.
And that is why when Faith attacked, it was my left hand that slipped under my jacket, and it was the air pistol loaded with tranquiliser darts that rose and fired. The red flare at the base of the dart blossomed, and the needle drove enough sedative into Faith's system to put down a linebacker on amphetamines.
The dark-haired vampire fell to the marble floor, a foot short of her target.
I let out a long-held breath, and started walking towards the still form, glancing at Buffy, hoping that for once, there might be a second chance for ones such as myself. And one for Faith, as well.
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