Waiting word _evil_within
I made my way back downstairs, exhausted. It wasn't fair, and there wasn't one damn thing I could do about it.
My slayer, my daughter, was dead. Well, the daughter of my heart. Upstairs, the real mother was asleep, her pain greater, her claim to it greater than mine.
"Damnit!" I picked up something, not even looking and threw it across the room. Luckily, it landed on the couch, and didn't have the loud effect that may have made me feel better, but would have awoken Joyce.
A History of Vampyres that ravaged Europe. That's what I threw. It was a book that held most of the horrors Angelus had visited upon the people of Europe. And upon his own family. If memory served...
I ran to the couch, and flung open the book. My finger ran down the index, looking for a cross-reference: Angelus and family.
Angelus, known for the worst murders in the history of Europe, next to the human (or so we think) Adolph Hitler (who granted, killed more people) started in one, very small town in Northern Ireland. It is said that his first real series of killing started with his own family, taking his little sister first, and leaving his father for a final meal.
"Shit!" I grabbed the phone, dialing a cell number I thought I had for Willow. We needed to make is safer in the house, or Buffy and Angelus could enter at any time.
And start with her family.
My slayer, my daughter, was dead. Well, the daughter of my heart. Upstairs, the real mother was asleep, her pain greater, her claim to it greater than mine.
"Damnit!" I picked up something, not even looking and threw it across the room. Luckily, it landed on the couch, and didn't have the loud effect that may have made me feel better, but would have awoken Joyce.
A History of Vampyres that ravaged Europe. That's what I threw. It was a book that held most of the horrors Angelus had visited upon the people of Europe. And upon his own family. If memory served...
I ran to the couch, and flung open the book. My finger ran down the index, looking for a cross-reference: Angelus and family.
Angelus, known for the worst murders in the history of Europe, next to the human (or so we think) Adolph Hitler (who granted, killed more people) started in one, very small town in Northern Ireland. It is said that his first real series of killing started with his own family, taking his little sister first, and leaving his father for a final meal.
"Shit!" I grabbed the phone, dialing a cell number I thought I had for Willow. We needed to make is safer in the house, or Buffy and Angelus could enter at any time.
And start with her family.