Soon...
I fought alongside the monster again. It disgusted me, and I would have killed it then, had the Hellmouth not been about to open at the hands of some lunatic -- something which I get the impression happens around here with alarming frequency.
Seeing it revel in the violence and chaos, hearing it egg on its opponents even as it flagged under the onslaught, only strengthened my resolve once again.
I helped save it only so I can witness its death at my own hand.
I spoke to Damon several days ago about what I had in mind for the monster. I couldn't tell if he was surprised, pleased, or hesitant about the idea. Maybe all three. When this is all over, maybe I'll have a chance to meet the man in person and find out for myself.
But I got what I wanted this morning.
A very concise e-mail -- more encrypted than usual, and routed in such a way that I would have sworn I sent it to myself, if I didn't know any better -- detailing exactly what I need. Ingredients. Incantations.
Some of these ingredients are...unfamiliar to me. I've never considered myself to be anything of a scholar on the supernatural, like Rupert Giles or any other Watcher. I only have a rudimentary knowledge of such things. I'll need help.
Perhaps Damon knew this. At the bottom of his e-mail, he included a name and a phone number. Someone he said would be "sympathetic" to my cause.
Someone named Riley Finn.
I cannot kill the monster myself without having to deal with the Slayer. And while I've been preparing myself for just such an eventuality, conflict with Buffy Summers is something I'd rather avoid.
But it will be revenge all the same if I drive the monster to take its own life...
Seeing it revel in the violence and chaos, hearing it egg on its opponents even as it flagged under the onslaught, only strengthened my resolve once again.
I helped save it only so I can witness its death at my own hand.
I spoke to Damon several days ago about what I had in mind for the monster. I couldn't tell if he was surprised, pleased, or hesitant about the idea. Maybe all three. When this is all over, maybe I'll have a chance to meet the man in person and find out for myself.
But I got what I wanted this morning.
A very concise e-mail -- more encrypted than usual, and routed in such a way that I would have sworn I sent it to myself, if I didn't know any better -- detailing exactly what I need. Ingredients. Incantations.
Some of these ingredients are...unfamiliar to me. I've never considered myself to be anything of a scholar on the supernatural, like Rupert Giles or any other Watcher. I only have a rudimentary knowledge of such things. I'll need help.
Perhaps Damon knew this. At the bottom of his e-mail, he included a name and a phone number. Someone he said would be "sympathetic" to my cause.
Someone named Riley Finn.
I cannot kill the monster myself without having to deal with the Slayer. And while I've been preparing myself for just such an eventuality, conflict with Buffy Summers is something I'd rather avoid.
But it will be revenge all the same if I drive the monster to take its own life...