Bloody cleanin' up this town. From world_onfire
Potential slayers bloody dying left and right to me is nearly as sodding bad as Buffy dying. Since I came back from the caves, I fought first for Buffy not to know that I had my soul...well that was bloody second to me having to deal with some demons...so to speak.
Then, had to work to let Buffy know that the night in her bathroom...that I never would have hurt her, but would I have? It wasn't because I wanted to hurt her, but simply because I wanted her...needed her, needed to feel her against me as much as I need blood to survive.
The killings of my past weren't done out of hate and bloody thusly, I felt worse about hurting Buffy...who is the strongest and most bloody compassionate person that I've ever seen. Never thought that somebody could turn me around, but she did, even before I got my soul back while the sodding chip, which was just recently removed, was still in my head.
Then, the buggerin first had control of me and I was ready for Buffy to keep me from hurtin;' somebody else, but again, she showed her heart and belief in me and didn't kill me in that basement...in that basement when I was so pathetic and wretched once more.
For all of these girls...these innocent girls to be snuffed out before they could blossom, was not only sodding wrong to me, but every little bit of torutre that they endured was like A chunk of Buffy's flesh being ripped off. Sodding eyeless ponces and the uber-vamp were doing this and while the uber vamp seems to be stronger then Buffy and likely me, doesn't mean that I'm not up for a good spot of torture with him. Knew that I could find a weakness if it came to that...just wanted to know where it was or anything else that had harmed all of those girls.
Amanda, only one of two that we knew were remaining...only knew because Giles' bloody pipeline got destroyed in a ball of spectacular flame and flash, had run away. Who could blame her? All of us had failed at stopping these attacks, though in no small measure, it was my fault. Anya and little Andrew were definitely dead because Buffy had been out trying to save me from myself.
Xander and I, not really my choice for a partner, took one side of the town, him carrying all of the weapons, me aching to sink my knuckles into some skulls, while Giles, Red and Buffy took the other side of town. Kennedy, the other of the new recruits went with them, though she didnt' seem right to me. Maybe, like Xander, she didn't seem right to me because she didn't trust me and again, couldn't wager out a way to blame them because I had earned the right to be dust by now.
Monkey bo...Xander didn't seem to want to be with me, but I was here to protect him. If he had to be out, then he was going out safely. Just pray that whatever is pushing my buttons doesn't decide to do it again. Heard screaming before Xander did and found my pact to keep Xander safe as well as Amanda and Buffy and all of the girls was put into question, as I left him behind, ready to pummel.
Saw Amanda trying to defend herself like a slayer, only one problem; she didn't have the strength that Buffy or Faith did and if this kept up, she never would. Fatal blow seemed to be comin down on her as one of the eyeless wonders held her, and I was determined to prevent that.
Hand came down, in it, sharp knife, slicing through the air...slicing towards flesh that to me represented part of Buffy...in the hands of something that was the sodding equivalent to a deaf mute with rage.
Don't bloody think so.
The shank seemed close to landing and as I hit him from behind at full speed, couldn't be sure that I had saved her. In the meantime, I intended to make sure that this eyeless idiot couldn't stab another wonderful girl.
[Open for Xander, npc The Turrekan and eventually Drusilla]
Then, had to work to let Buffy know that the night in her bathroom...that I never would have hurt her, but would I have? It wasn't because I wanted to hurt her, but simply because I wanted her...needed her, needed to feel her against me as much as I need blood to survive.
The killings of my past weren't done out of hate and bloody thusly, I felt worse about hurting Buffy...who is the strongest and most bloody compassionate person that I've ever seen. Never thought that somebody could turn me around, but she did, even before I got my soul back while the sodding chip, which was just recently removed, was still in my head.
Then, the buggerin first had control of me and I was ready for Buffy to keep me from hurtin;' somebody else, but again, she showed her heart and belief in me and didn't kill me in that basement...in that basement when I was so pathetic and wretched once more.
For all of these girls...these innocent girls to be snuffed out before they could blossom, was not only sodding wrong to me, but every little bit of torutre that they endured was like A chunk of Buffy's flesh being ripped off. Sodding eyeless ponces and the uber-vamp were doing this and while the uber vamp seems to be stronger then Buffy and likely me, doesn't mean that I'm not up for a good spot of torture with him. Knew that I could find a weakness if it came to that...just wanted to know where it was or anything else that had harmed all of those girls.
Amanda, only one of two that we knew were remaining...only knew because Giles' bloody pipeline got destroyed in a ball of spectacular flame and flash, had run away. Who could blame her? All of us had failed at stopping these attacks, though in no small measure, it was my fault. Anya and little Andrew were definitely dead because Buffy had been out trying to save me from myself.
Xander and I, not really my choice for a partner, took one side of the town, him carrying all of the weapons, me aching to sink my knuckles into some skulls, while Giles, Red and Buffy took the other side of town. Kennedy, the other of the new recruits went with them, though she didnt' seem right to me. Maybe, like Xander, she didn't seem right to me because she didn't trust me and again, couldn't wager out a way to blame them because I had earned the right to be dust by now.
Monkey bo...Xander didn't seem to want to be with me, but I was here to protect him. If he had to be out, then he was going out safely. Just pray that whatever is pushing my buttons doesn't decide to do it again. Heard screaming before Xander did and found my pact to keep Xander safe as well as Amanda and Buffy and all of the girls was put into question, as I left him behind, ready to pummel.
Saw Amanda trying to defend herself like a slayer, only one problem; she didn't have the strength that Buffy or Faith did and if this kept up, she never would. Fatal blow seemed to be comin down on her as one of the eyeless wonders held her, and I was determined to prevent that.
Hand came down, in it, sharp knife, slicing through the air...slicing towards flesh that to me represented part of Buffy...in the hands of something that was the sodding equivalent to a deaf mute with rage.
Don't bloody think so.
The shank seemed close to landing and as I hit him from behind at full speed, couldn't be sure that I had saved her. In the meantime, I intended to make sure that this eyeless idiot couldn't stab another wonderful girl.
[Open for Xander, npc The Turrekan and eventually Drusilla]