Dec 29, 2004 13:44
The whole bloody motorcycle trip through the states had been bloody hell.
Thoughts of Buffy filling my head, consuming me, rendering me as her bitch. I sodding knew that I had been. I had been willing to suffer any bloody humiliation, except whatever bleeding stipulations that she had, just sothat I could be close to her, make love to her.
That bloody wasn't who I was. I was the big bad and I would be the big bad again when I got this sodding chip out of my head. Buffy's bitch I would be no longer, and that monkey boy leave his bride at the alter ponce was going to pay for trying to bloody stake me after the thing with Anya, too.
To get to where I was bloody going, Africa, I had to get on a sodding boat, and it wasn't exactly like bleeding luxury liners traveled to west Africa.
A bleeding cargo ship it was,in the boiler bloody room where it was sodding hot, but it was all worth and easy to take when I thought about Buffy and what she and her mates had turned me into.
All would bloody be repaid in bloody full, one way or the other, when I got back from this mojo demon.