Sunnybloodydale, here we come!
The daylight lingered and while we slept, I woke on occassion and peered in on my dark goddesses purring. It was bloody sexy. I knew that she was sodding weak, and it would take a lot to regain her strength, and to make her into the blunt bloody killing instrument that she had been, but it would all be worth it in the end.
We were going to California, to the hellmouth no less, and that's where her power would be bloody restored. And, there was a slayer there, no less, and somehow I bloody knew that she was connected with Drusilla's rising once more to the sadistic animal that she was.
I thought back to that bleeding mob in Prague. Wankers! They couldn't do anything on their own. They had to bloody form a mob, just because one of the city's top offcials' sons had had an unfortunate for him, but most bliisful for her encounters.
I remembered how she tortured him. It was classic Drusilla. She was crazy, and she used every bloody angle, every bleeding aspect of her deranged mind to taunt him, to make him bloody beg, and cry, and then she killed him. It was bloody priceless. I wouldn't change that memory or any other that I had bloody shared with her, for that matter, but somehow they were able to get with her when I wasn't there. They prodded her like she was some kind of experiment and when they couldn't bloody kill her, they bled her, drained her and enjoyed doing it.
She was weakened amazingly by this. I don't know how she hadn't already recovered, or bloody why she didn't know what they hadn't done to her, but I blamed myself for it all. I shouldn't have gone out by myself to fulfill my own sodding bloodlust without her, for we were never apart.
I had been able to save her, had killed many of those wanker ponces in the process and had got her out of Prague. She still had her visions and we ended up in Paris, after the slayer. I was bloody sure that the slayer was the key to her enlivenment, and I still was, but somebody else had killed the slayer and it wasn't the bleeding vamp lackeys that I had sent out to corner her.
California would go differently. I looked at her. The passengers were about and about on this cruiseship full of happy meals, and I was going to give her any bloody fun that she wanted.
I nibbled on her ear.
We were going to California, to the hellmouth no less, and that's where her power would be bloody restored. And, there was a slayer there, no less, and somehow I bloody knew that she was connected with Drusilla's rising once more to the sadistic animal that she was.
I thought back to that bleeding mob in Prague. Wankers! They couldn't do anything on their own. They had to bloody form a mob, just because one of the city's top offcials' sons had had an unfortunate for him, but most bliisful for her encounters.
I remembered how she tortured him. It was classic Drusilla. She was crazy, and she used every bloody angle, every bleeding aspect of her deranged mind to taunt him, to make him bloody beg, and cry, and then she killed him. It was bloody priceless. I wouldn't change that memory or any other that I had bloody shared with her, for that matter, but somehow they were able to get with her when I wasn't there. They prodded her like she was some kind of experiment and when they couldn't bloody kill her, they bled her, drained her and enjoyed doing it.
She was weakened amazingly by this. I don't know how she hadn't already recovered, or bloody why she didn't know what they hadn't done to her, but I blamed myself for it all. I shouldn't have gone out by myself to fulfill my own sodding bloodlust without her, for we were never apart.
I had been able to save her, had killed many of those wanker ponces in the process and had got her out of Prague. She still had her visions and we ended up in Paris, after the slayer. I was bloody sure that the slayer was the key to her enlivenment, and I still was, but somebody else had killed the slayer and it wasn't the bleeding vamp lackeys that I had sent out to corner her.
California would go differently. I looked at her. The passengers were about and about on this cruiseship full of happy meals, and I was going to give her any bloody fun that she wanted.
I nibbled on her ear.