She must have bloody already drank some of the infected blood.
Drusilla and I had been talking, well, mostly arguing about the sodding slaya, as always. I didn't love the bleeding slaya, like she thought. I hated the bitch and wanted her dead. If there was any proof of that, it might have been that I believed that the slaya was behind us being locked away like animals behind the electrified glass and had said as much to Drusilla.
But no. Of course not. Bloody women. Drusilla didn't believe that the slaya was involved with this. May have been right, her, there, but the fact that I was thinking it pretty bloody much should have proved to her that I believed the slaya to be an enemy, but Drusilla didn't see it that way. She still sodding blamed me for fallin' for the bitch, just because I had helped little miss perky slaya save the world from Angel's little Alcathla, big rock plan.
She was still torturing me, like she had with that bloody chaos demon in Brazil, whom she had shagged, which just the act of, in itself, was bloody disgusting to fathom. Of course, the slaya and I had never been sodding intimate and never would be, but that's not how Drusilla, all sack of hammers would see it, and nothing would change her mind.
Love was a bitch, because I still loved and wanted my dark goddess, in spite of these cages and her sodding stupid accusations. I still loved her, even after she had the bloody gall to tell me, in here, trapped, that the only way that I could prove to her that I was "over" the slaya, was if I killed her. She didn't even offer to help with that, like she would have in the old days. In the old days, she would have danced on the slaya as I took every last drop of her blood from her neck.
"Yes, yes... But must be patient my dear... No rush. We have time to hack and slash and make them all bleed..."
"But how, my sweet boy? The glass stings and burns."
Then, we talked about how we were going to bloody get out of here and she came up with that gem of an idea.
"Right, Dru. Let's be patient while they are feeding us blood that is poisoned with who knows what drugs. That's a sparkling idea."
Was starting to think that she had already consumed some of the tainted blood, but then again, Dru, my love, was so far aroudn the bend, out of her goard, already, that it was probably not tainted blood talking.
"This isn't a game, pet. When we see the chance to get out of bloody here, we have to seize it. We'll starve if we don't drink their sodding tainted blood and that's not to bloody mention that they could have already done things to us while we were unconscious from those sodding tazer blasts."
I did feel kind of funny in the cranium area, and was getting more cranky with each passing second that we, savage beings who belonged outside, the hunters and not the hunted, were trapped inside here, behind this glass, like lab rats. I would show them, when I got the chance.
[Drusilla]
But no. Of course not. Bloody women. Drusilla didn't believe that the slaya was involved with this. May have been right, her, there, but the fact that I was thinking it pretty bloody much should have proved to her that I believed the slaya to be an enemy, but Drusilla didn't see it that way. She still sodding blamed me for fallin' for the bitch, just because I had helped little miss perky slaya save the world from Angel's little Alcathla, big rock plan.
She was still torturing me, like she had with that bloody chaos demon in Brazil, whom she had shagged, which just the act of, in itself, was bloody disgusting to fathom. Of course, the slaya and I had never been sodding intimate and never would be, but that's not how Drusilla, all sack of hammers would see it, and nothing would change her mind.
Love was a bitch, because I still loved and wanted my dark goddess, in spite of these cages and her sodding stupid accusations. I still loved her, even after she had the bloody gall to tell me, in here, trapped, that the only way that I could prove to her that I was "over" the slaya, was if I killed her. She didn't even offer to help with that, like she would have in the old days. In the old days, she would have danced on the slaya as I took every last drop of her blood from her neck.
"Yes, yes... But must be patient my dear... No rush. We have time to hack and slash and make them all bleed..."
"But how, my sweet boy? The glass stings and burns."
Then, we talked about how we were going to bloody get out of here and she came up with that gem of an idea.
"Right, Dru. Let's be patient while they are feeding us blood that is poisoned with who knows what drugs. That's a sparkling idea."
Was starting to think that she had already consumed some of the tainted blood, but then again, Dru, my love, was so far aroudn the bend, out of her goard, already, that it was probably not tainted blood talking.
"This isn't a game, pet. When we see the chance to get out of bloody here, we have to seize it. We'll starve if we don't drink their sodding tainted blood and that's not to bloody mention that they could have already done things to us while we were unconscious from those sodding tazer blasts."
I did feel kind of funny in the cranium area, and was getting more cranky with each passing second that we, savage beings who belonged outside, the hunters and not the hunted, were trapped inside here, behind this glass, like lab rats. I would show them, when I got the chance.
[Drusilla]