now_ish - comment - Amanda's passing
I was getting tired. An eyeless creature here and an eyeless creature there, it was becoming very irritating. One thing that 'kept me enticed though was the power that I could smell coming from the ballroom in which my knight disappeared to. "Mmmm, something smells lovely," I murmured to myself as my position strayed toward the scent, my mind taken away from Angelus for the time being. I was getting closer and closer to my destination until another of those girls approached me.. this time, her weapon at ready.
"You're NEVER getting passed here!" She screams, taking a swing at me with her very weak sword. I only shifted backward, my other arm darting in to take a tight hold of her opposing wrist. "What is your name dearie?" I asked her calmly, smelling the fear coming off her in waves while her eyes showed me just the same. She was trembling.
"A-A-Amanda." Ah, such a pretty name for a sweet girl. I knew that was exactly how she tasted -- sweet. My stomach was still gurgling from the potential me and my Spike almost caught in the basement -- which reminds me, sunrise never brought that blood to us.
I licked my lips, my hold upon her tightening enough to force her to drop the blade while my other free hand took a hard grip on her chin. "Look at me, my flower.." I whispered to her. She was struggling -- struggling not to look into my eyes. Struggling not to look into me. My voice was deliciously tempting and her eyes turned straight into mine. "Be.. in my eyes. Be.. in me."
The illusion I created for Amanda I pulled from her own memories. I settled upon rekindling the feelings of being back at home before she was informed of her undetermined destiny. Her mother, father, and her older sister were all there for her. Yeesss. All gathered around the supper table. Couldn't you just smell the hot biscuits in the oven? The sort of angelic peacefulness that comes with security, when there's no uncertainty and no unwritten words in the book of fate.
But no, this was simply too nice. Too pretty of a thought. I wanted her to feel haunted every last moment she spent in eternity. "Time to wake up, dearie," I sung and whipped her out of the trance, taking delight when I saw realization settle into her mind and a tear roll down her cheek. I stepped forward, tilting her chin upward, and let pain void peace the moment my fangs penetrated deep into her vein. The first jolt was always the best.. when the heart surges from shock and surprise. Even the whispered 'no' of her plea didn't phase me.
I drank her until she was completely dry and allowed her body to crumble to the floor. She fell right on top of my foot so I kicked her right off like she was mere dirt. I felt satisfied..
My eyes rose up to meet my approaching Spike, blood painted on his lips as well..
"You're NEVER getting passed here!" She screams, taking a swing at me with her very weak sword. I only shifted backward, my other arm darting in to take a tight hold of her opposing wrist. "What is your name dearie?" I asked her calmly, smelling the fear coming off her in waves while her eyes showed me just the same. She was trembling.
"A-A-Amanda." Ah, such a pretty name for a sweet girl. I knew that was exactly how she tasted -- sweet. My stomach was still gurgling from the potential me and my Spike almost caught in the basement -- which reminds me, sunrise never brought that blood to us.
I licked my lips, my hold upon her tightening enough to force her to drop the blade while my other free hand took a hard grip on her chin. "Look at me, my flower.." I whispered to her. She was struggling -- struggling not to look into my eyes. Struggling not to look into me. My voice was deliciously tempting and her eyes turned straight into mine. "Be.. in my eyes. Be.. in me."
The illusion I created for Amanda I pulled from her own memories. I settled upon rekindling the feelings of being back at home before she was informed of her undetermined destiny. Her mother, father, and her older sister were all there for her. Yeesss. All gathered around the supper table. Couldn't you just smell the hot biscuits in the oven? The sort of angelic peacefulness that comes with security, when there's no uncertainty and no unwritten words in the book of fate.
But no, this was simply too nice. Too pretty of a thought. I wanted her to feel haunted every last moment she spent in eternity. "Time to wake up, dearie," I sung and whipped her out of the trance, taking delight when I saw realization settle into her mind and a tear roll down her cheek. I stepped forward, tilting her chin upward, and let pain void peace the moment my fangs penetrated deep into her vein. The first jolt was always the best.. when the heart surges from shock and surprise. Even the whispered 'no' of her plea didn't phase me.
I drank her until she was completely dry and allowed her body to crumble to the floor. She fell right on top of my foot so I kicked her right off like she was mere dirt. I felt satisfied..
My eyes rose up to meet my approaching Spike, blood painted on his lips as well..