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The Gem of Amarra and a bird named Harmony. From [info]harshlivinginsd [Oct. 29th, 2007|01:36 pm]
[Current Mood | anxious]
[Current Music |"Getting Away with Murder" Papa Roach]

All started with Drusilla's shunning of me back in Brazil. The Chaos bloody demon aside, it was sodding hurtful, so I came back to Sunnydale for some reason. I sought to seek something and it all became crystal clear when I arrived. Angel was back and all soul happy again and I thought that I could get vengeance on him; was his fault that I had to make that bleeding pact with Buffy in the first place...so he deserved to get leprocy through a spell or something of that ilk.

Then I saw the witch and heard her talking about doing some kind of love spell or as it turned out, anti-love spell. Changed my plan. Wanted to get Drusilla back without a spell and after the fight with Buffy and Angel against Lenny and the other ponces, realized that I just needed to be how I used to be and that I would get Drusilla back.

Second visit to Sunnydale had been enlightening and didn't witness another bout of serious kickings-of-my-ass.

Drusilla, still, didn't take me back and once more, didn't have the guts to stake me or chop my head off and after weeks of whining like an Angel wannabe, I realized that I had been all wrong-headed about everything. Redoubled the bloody efforts and came upon a legend that I had heard of but had forgotten over the years.

Yeah, the Gem of Amarra, rendering the vampire unkillable, was in Sunnydale of all places. A third trip to Sunnydale was destined to be in the plans and once I got my hand of the rock of Amarra, there would be no more kickings-of-my-ass. There would only be me with the slayer's blood in my mouth and then I would use her lifeless bones to smash Angel to bits. Would probably then feed him towhatever demon of the day is hanging around the sodding hellmouth. Didn't know what I would yet do with that wanker, all that I knew was that it would be a bottle of liquor and a cigarette...that it would be the balls.

Made my way to Sunnydale with an expert of the Gem of Amarra, a vampire named Brian. Knew that he wanted to wear it on his ring finger or neck, but he just wanted to be an allegiance to the wearer of the Gem and believe me, Brian was no match for me. If he tried anything after helping me find it, I would kill him deader then a sodding pile of dust could be.

He spent the night looking for it, knowing that judging by the map and the legend key, that we were close. He was working on the exact location under one of Sunnydale's highways and I needed to get the requisite bloody equipment for digging and tunneling.

Along the way to the hardware store, stopped off at Willy's keeping a low profile to the slayer because I didn't sodding want her to know that I was here yet. Warned Willy that if he told her that I was here in Sunnydale again...that I would feed him to the bloody dogs and by dogs, I meant every vampire that I could find with a hungry set of teeth. He believed me, gave me a pint of blood, which wasn't human and was a little too cold, followed by a shot of Jack.

That was when my eyes fell upon a blonde beauty who couldn't take her eyes off of me. I mean I knew that I needed to get tools for digging and tunneling, but I had another tool that could be used for the same thing and this blonde was perfect. I hadn't had a woman in weeks again and since she was a vampire, I didn't even have to worry about cleanup.

Uncertain, certainly far less confident then me, she made her way over to me. I could tell that she hadn't been a vampire very long, but none of that sodding mattered. The girl had a body built for sin and I had every bloody intention of letting her explore her inner demon on this night.

"Sit down, love. I won't bite until much later."

I smiled at her come-hitheringly and she leaned over to show me some very ebticing cleavage. My erection was already explosive.

This night was going to be full of digging and tunneling of all sorts.

[Harmony]
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Bloody cleanin' up this town. From [info]world_onfire [Oct. 23rd, 2007|10:18 pm]
[Current Mood |determined]

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]
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Forehead receiving his fluffy reward? From [info]eerie_rebirth [Jun. 4th, 2007|09:51 pm]
[Current Mood |indescribable]

The fight was bloody everything that Angel had billed it to be and more so. Percy and Charlie boy had entered the fight already bloody wounded, yet they somehow bleeding managed to not end up pushing up the daisies.

Couldn't say the same about Illyria. Would have thought for sure that the little shiva would have had the stones to make it through, but there were so many...there were just so bloody many of them.

And there were so many of us. Thought that it would just be myself, Captain astronaut, Big blue, Charlie boy and Percy, but as it turned out, cardboard Finn brought his wife and team with him to help us fight and Giles grew a pair and decided to not only send his entire squad of slayers as it turned out, but also came to fight himself.

Bugger Willow dying. Xander and Giles...I even feel a little sack of hammers or maybe just plain crappy about them dying and I can see it in Buffy's eyes, those amazing eyes, those eyes that I have missed and dreamed about, that though the niblet made it through, that she would never be the same, not without her friends.

All of the slayers, bloody bitch that cut off my hands, all rehabilitated included, were killed, from what I can see, with the exception of Buffy, the buxom bad slayer, little miss bossy Kennedy and two other bints that I am unfamiliar with.

Took a second to look around and the carnage was incredible. The rain was making blood look non-existent, but bloody well knew better then to think otherwise. Had my own blood on me as well as the blood from several demons. Angel's blood was splattered on me when we were fighting near each other and Illyria's fatal blow, her heading being chopped off, sent her blood all over me.

Everywhere, those who survived were gathering. Faith and the ponce that tried to kill me last year, now a shagging pair, were gathered next to a cute little blonde who reminded me of Buffy and some bloke who looked to be having trouble standing.

The punk of Angel's spunk was getting close to the niblet and something tells me that it will be too close for comfort for Buffy, though Dawn has grown even more since I last bloody saw her. He's got zero chance in any hell with her, though, especially now, while she along with Buffy hover over Willow and Xander's body, joined by Kennedy, who can't bare to look and is now going towards Percy and Charlie boy, who are just sitting there, on the wet ground, surrounded by dead demons, bleeding.

Then there's Angel, who for a moment, was looking around, staring at the cacophony of the people ogling us after they didn't help with the battle, and the pitter-patter of the lessening rain on the scene. One minute, it looks like he's thinking and the next, he suddenly just falls to the ground, just as Buffy's weeping eyes met his. Sure, she got up for him, but couldn't blame her. The red flash that went through his eyes was unmistakable, and it even managed to catch my little eye, though looking at Angel wasn't something that generally makes me jump for joy.

Still, the red flash wasn't a shock to me. Took my attention away from my dead ex-tumble, Harm, who did great harm to herself by deciding to help us fight with the demons. Buffy, however, might not have known the entire Shanshu score. She probably thought that her former love, bloody gag me, was losing his soul. The way that she rushed to him made me want to heave, when she didn't even acknowledge me after the fight, even though I had died for her, bloody given up what I was from her not so long ago.

Shoved the negative thoughts aside, when from the distance, running through the rain in not-so-flattering hospital garb, came, could it be?...Cordelia? Had to pull a double-take on that one, but as she drew closer, it was unmistakable, it was her.

And still, Angel convulsed, his eyes flashed one more time and then he lay still as both Buffy and Cordelia and even his little boy, Percy and Gunn, looked on to see what was going on.

"Bu...Buffy, love, it's not what you think. A prophecy has been fulfilled here. The big evil, or another one, bloody anyway, has been averted and because of it, it appears that Angel is now a real boy again..."

She looked at me, stunned and I immediately felt bad for her that I was sodding jealous that she gave Angel more time of day then she had to me, especially considering that someone who was like her father and her two best friends had just kicked it in a heroic way.

Cordelia, though, was closer to Angel, who looked at her and away from Buffy, and she seemed to captivate Angel's attentions more then even Buffy did Again, not to be petty, but that is certainly something that you won't hear me belly-aching about.

[Cordelia, Angel and Buffy]
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Yeah...this is awkward. From [info]thepowerplayers [Jan. 28th, 2007|02:54 am]
[Current Mood | curious]

Managed to get the better of the niblet after all.

Didn’t start of very promising for the big bad, and Dawn’s power, strategy and recovery were all off of the bloody charts. She was like a chip off of the old Summer’s slayer tradition block.

Of course, Buffy encouraged me to fight Dawn after Dawn had told us that she had her powers and then told me after I argued against hitting the niblet…that she would be mad at me if I lost to her as opposed to beating up on a girl who was like a little sister or a child to me…and who was also someone that Buffy loved like a daughter at times.

There was a reason for that and it was obvious. Buffy, still shocked at hearing that she wasn’t the only Summer’s slayer, knew that Dawn, feisty and rambunctious before receiving superpowers, would become an animal with the hunting and would want to patrol alone immediately. Buffy wanted to prove to her that she wasn’t ready and that’s where I came in. Simple enough, I wagered. This is Dawn, after all and though, technically, she might actually be stronger then me now, she certainly hasn’t dealt with punishment and didn’t know how to craft a fight the way that I do.

Yeah.

Tell that to my cracked ribs and even more swollen face. Faith and Angel had jumped me yesterday, all high and mighty about their relationship and about me prying into it and Faith decided to hit me even after I was unconscious. Dawn had a plan and executed it, much to my chagrin and bleeding discomfort. She went to my body when I attacked. Took me a while of pain and being humiliated by a girl who a couple of years ago, was afraid of her own shadow, before I managed to get the upper hand and when I wised up to her plan, goaded her and then seized the advantage, I found myself on top of her, ready to deliver the knock-out blow.

Buffy stopped me, thank God, because if she hadn’t, I would have guessed that she wanted me to knock her kid sister unconscious and I wasn’t comfortable with that. Sure, put her in her place…all well and good, but actually knocking her unconscious with fierce punches?

Yeah, when Buffy told Dawn that she was proud of how well she fought and gave her the speech about not sticking to one plan, which against me, was going to the body, she then dragged me upstairs as the two new slayer birds prepared to spar against each other where Dawn and I had just sparred.

“Glad you stopped me from knocking her out, love. As I was about to hit her, I was thinking, am I really about to do this?”

[Buffy]
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Soldierboy and the big bad useless at helping Buffy. From [info]huntedmerciless [Jan. 21st, 2007|01:42 pm]
[Current Mood | stressed]

Soldierboy and I had come to an understanding of bloody sorts. We had come to the understanding that bygones were bygones. He had his wife, who died and now, he seemed to somehow have two slayers that are attracted to him, and me...well, I have Buffy now, except that I don't.

Truth is, that the big bad and soldierboy, both lovers of the most amazing woman in the world at one point or currently, are bloody useless in helping to save her from sodding Xavier, distance and sunlight wreaking havoc on those plans.

We sat on the couch and watched as one of the new slayers...seemingly shagging soldierboy, walke by us and seconds later, walked by us again with twine and a knife to obviously tie up the punk of Angel's spunk, who is out of control downstairs and who Angel and vision girl went away to help...not helping Buffy in any measure.

Finn had given me the bleeding lowdown there. Faith and some vamp with a soul...somehow, named Justin, had gone to Paris to try to find Buffy, at Xavier's mercy, which wasn't a safe place for her to be with his power and then his ability like Willow to use the hocus-pocus.

Struck me that Xavier could be in Paris but that he could also be in Belgium and if Faith and Justin, who were going to Paris, didn't know where to look in Paris, or if Xavier is in Belgium, then Buffy's chances decrease in surviving, even though she is the toughest being that I have ever seen and if anyone can get out of it then it is her.

Minutes later, both birds, undeniably sexy, especially right now as they walked arm and arm up to a room upstairs, told us that Connor is subdued and is past the point of help. They said that they are going to bed. They didn't say sleep and I could tell soldierboy wanted to go, but like me, he is too stressed about Buffy to do anything. Once more, bloody felt the need to mention us doing our own work.

"Look, Finn, as much as I want to go save Buffy, the sun won't allow that. Drives me bloody up the wall, but maybe you should convince your girls and you to go ahead and get a flight to Paris. I can tell you exactly where the wanking Xavier lives. This Justin and Faith might be on a wild bloody goose chase if they don't know where to go and Buffy might not have time for all of that. I'll watch the boy..."

He seemed to be shaking his head.

"Why are you shaking your head, Finn? You may have two bisexual lovers now, but I know that you still bloody care for Buffy..."

[Riley]
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Doing what bloody needs to be done. From [info]huntedmerciless [Jan. 6th, 2007|11:25 pm]
[Current Mood | stressed]

Couldn't bloody stand waiting in here this entire sodding time. Cop or two came in and the fact that I had a stolen car made me bloody wary about being here right now.

Couldn't stop thinking about Buffy. Couldn't help her here and couldn't be sure, but if Xavier used the mojo on her, then they were probably in Paris, or Brussels, sodding halway around the world from me...and here I was...here I was sodding trapped, in a dank, stinky, dilapidated bloody parking garage in Albuequerque, escaping the sun and not at all helping my lover.

Got out of the Corvette. It was a sweet ride, but it was hotter then a virgin's honeypot and I couldn't stay near it anymore and besides, there were better things for me to look for. This, I had learned, was the parking garage for some insurance firm, and there had to be a big-wig that bloody liked to ride in style. Bloody had to be, but after a half an hour of more stressing about Buffy and smoking the last of my Marlboro's, I was no closer to at least getting to bloody Seaside where the others could help me get to Buffy.

Luckily, a Limo pulled up and a driver let some old, gray man out of the car. He started to pull away, but I stepped in his way, in the guise of asking for a smoke. Amazingly, the ponce stopped, though either bloody way, I was going to stop him, I just prayed that I didn't have to break the window of the limo, which would allow the sun in.

Asked the moron for a light and when he went for one, he got a face full of my fist and while he was now unconscious, I pulled him out of the car and tossed him to the ground, before getting in and slowly driving away to avoid suspicion.

Once back on the open road again, I looked down at the gas gauge and prayed that I could make it to sodding California before I ran out. These types of limousines had two gas tanks and both appeared to be full. That was a sodding break in a chain of events that otherwise swung from a tree.

I sped away at lightning speeds, regretting that this machine didn't ride as quickly as the corvette. This cumbersome boat was going to burn gas and drive like a tank. Still, I didn't slow my speeds, and increased them, seeing only Buffy in my brain as I drove west in the heat of the day, protected, yet burning up both physically and mentally.
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Preventing Buffy from hurting Xander more. From [info]thepowerplayers [Jan. 1st, 2007|02:18 pm]
[Current Mood | mellow]

Had my little discussion with Dawn about sleeping with Xander and how Buffy was always going to look at her like she was too young for sex, even ten years from now. Told Dawn, that I personally had no issues with it. Sex was necessary and I knew that she was going to have it, although I did question her choice in partners because Monkey boy is such a sod, but she smacked me on the arm and gave me the whole Xander is equipped mumbo-jumbo that Anya used to say and that I didn't want to hear.

Took Dawn back down the hall, where Buffy and Xander were, and it was obvious that Buffy ha dhit Xander and was still ready to damage to me. Part of me wanted to see it because of the way that Xander had treated me back in Sunnydale way before I had my soul, but I knew that it wasn't what Buffy really wanted to do and knew that the niblet wouldn't be happy with Buffy if she ended up pounding on Monkey boy the way that Faith had earlier.

Dawn was first to step in between Buffy and Xander and Dawn was quick to tell Buffy that she was an adult now and that she would do what she wanted to. When she smacked Buffy for hitting Xander, which Dawn and I both found out had happened, I knew that Buffy was about to blow her top and having seen enough of this already and even more of it when you brought Faith and Angel into the picture, I decided that it was time to break this up before it turned into a real bad situation.

Grabbed Buffy and took her out of the room and down the hall to the room that we had been using as our own room, putting her down once inside, knowing that now, I was about to get an earful, but feeling that it was better then Buffy exploding on Dawn for smacking her, thus putting Xander in even more trouble with her and making it so Buffy would never, ever drop the Xander having sex with Dawn thing, and I knew that it was nature and was bound to happen more, which I now had to convince Buffy of, which, yeah, God help me there.

"Buffy, you have every bloody right to be appalled by the two of them...the two of them doing what they did and to be upset by Dawn smacking you, but you have to remember that it's her life, love, and the more you object, the more that she's going to defy you. This was bound to happen eventually and you can't drive yourself sack of hammers worrying about her from doing something that comes natural to all adults..."

She was likely going to hit me now. I studied her, not taking my eyes away from hers.

[Buffy]
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What I want forever. From [info]thepowerplayers [Dec. 15th, 2006|07:21 pm]
[Current Mood | excited]

The caresses turned to something more then just need. Some time after we had talked about Faith’s sudden need to pummel the good guys like yours truly and Xander, and some time after she had massaged the knee that Faith had damaged in a cheap shot from behind and after I had put a gigantic bloody icepack against my face, declarations were made and they were the sodding things that I had always wanted to say to Buffy and more importantly, hear from her.

No longer was there the doubt in my mind that had bloody well encompassed me after since I became something other then a spook haunting Angel and that had prevented me from going straight to her in London, then in Rome, even when I had been in Rome. Couldn’t lie to her anymore or hide my feelings. A lot of slayers had lost their lives tonight fighting all of the demons and worse, her best friend in Willow had passed, but now, more then ever, if she wanted me, then it was the time to let her know the nuts and bolts of me and her from my perspective.

Busted up and battered, I let her know that I had always loved her, and especially since I had gotten my soul. These were things that were not foreign to her beautiful ears, but it bared repeating at a point when I wasn’t about to burst into a crispy ash, my eyeballs popping out of their sockets, muscles being stripped away from the bone. Wasn’t going anywhere now, and neither was she and even if she did, I would follow if she would allow me to.

Told her that I would never love anyone else. Wished that I didn’t look battered because of Faith’s fists when I was doing so, but it was what it was and I did it, and received caring looks from her. Waited for her to talk about her feelings, the blood in my body warmer than its normal room temperature. She brought up the poncy Immortal and how she had been with him and I knew how that bloody son of a bitch operated. He had made love to my love so many times and she certainly bloody well enjoyed it and this was not that long ago.

Threatened to give me pause with her, thinking about him being inside of her. Okay, no it bloody well didn’t. I would just outdo the Immortal and knew that I didn’t even have to when she told me that when she found out that I was alive, the Immortal was quickly out of the picture.

Wanted to ask her about Angel, and if he played a part in her leaving the Immortal, even with Faith shagging him now. Wanted to ask her about the Immortal and how she had felt for him because it was Buffy, and I couldn’t see her with that pretty boy, but I didn’t ask either thing, because when our lips met, all of the pain from faith hitting me went away. Now, it was just me and her. This is what I wanted for the rest of my life.

Let her undress me. There was no rush. The sun was about to come up and I was in no rush.

[Buffy]
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A reverse no racially diverse club. From [info]huntedmerciless [Dec. 13th, 2006|07:39 pm]
Fresh off of a pair of killings involving Buffy, Jada and myself and nine vampires, even Buffy suggested that it was time for us to drink a little, or even a lot, judging by the tenor of her voice when she suggested it. Couldn’t be happier with that notion. We had bloody well earned and it Lord knows that especially the two ladies needed to be buzzing a little…or a lot.

We had bloody well earned it because killing a gangbanging vamp crew with guns wasn’t easy, and I had taken a bullet for that trouble and Buffy and Jada had experienced losses that were unfathomable. Buffy had lost all of those slayers, but most importantly, her kid sis, her watcher and her two best friends, only mere days ago. Jada’s family had been killed last night, and though it was bloody well clear that she could handle herself when it came to the demon fighting, she had to be suffering too.

What worried me most was Buffy, though. Loved her, and we had expressed a similar feeling towards each other, but I knew it would take her a while to get what she, Faith and I had done, out of her system and for her to up and announce to the group that some drinking was in order, wasn’t like her. Knew that she would now be drinking and Jada certainly needed it, so I relegated myself as the designated one without the alcohol buzz for this little venture.

The bar was named Squeegles. Didn’t get the name, and nor did I care, but I quickly realized that in Atlanta, the bars were very mixed and this one was predominantly black. Had no problem with that, of course, except that we had just faced a bunch of vamp gangbangers and it was fresh in the tomato, and I found myself looking around. Had superpowers here, so wasn’t ever one to fret. Nothing in this world that I feared, really, that wasn’t bloody related to somehow losing Buffy, but in this bloody scenario, the brothas, as they are sometimes known, would be singling the big bad out as the bag guy here. White girl, Buffy, they wouldn’t mind being here, especially since she was gorgeous and all of these brothas would want a piece of her, and then there was Jada, and I already could read these fellas as we walked towards the bar, they were eyeing her as one of their own, and one of the hotter of their own too, and I could feel the heat in the blood when they looked at Buffy.

Step on up, I thought, as I bumped a big guy, accidentally, mind you, but he was the one to get moved. Any of these fools wanted to lay a finger on Buffy, then that finger would get broken.

We made it to the bar without incident, but I was ready, anyway.

“Jada, not to make a racial fuss out of this particular situation, but this establishment doesn’t seem to like the white man…pire too much. Just wanted you to know that if anything happens, it won’t bloody well be me that starts it.”

[Buffy and Jada]
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Atlanta, here we stay. From [info]huntedmerciless [Dec. 2nd, 2006|11:56 pm]
[Current Mood | morose]

Buffy and I managed to make the flight from San Francisco to Atlanta, then managed to find the home of the slaya who's family had been murdered by vamps. On the way, it had been a pleasant and quick cross-bloody-country flight. Not one for flying. It was the first time, actually, though I didn't let Buffy know that, and at first, I had been using my outside hand, where Buffy couldn't see it, digging it into the seat, sure that I was about to pull the handle completely off.

Once settled, though, other then some sodding turbulence, it was pretty smooth and I found myself with the taste of Buffy in my mouth from earlier, wanting to talk about it, but not sure that she wanted to and if she didn't want to talk about vision girl glow-induced threesome shagging with myself, her and Faith, then I wasn't going to force the issue.

Had just found Buffy, had just clarified with her that we were a couple for real now and not just two who shagged like bunnies, and then the glow happened...Rogue slaya and Buffy were affected and I wasn't. They basically attacked me and Buffy was for it, at the time, but I tried to resist, but not hard enough, and Faith rode me like a glass of warm champagne and I would have popped, as Buffy, so lovely, sat on my face. Bloody television had saved it from going on for longer, when we learned of a slaya somewhere else saving herself in a public place.

Then, on the flight, we didn't talk about it much, but Buffy said that it was her fault, hers and Faith's and not mine and told me to forget about it, and we held hands for the last lenghts of the flight.

Once at the residence of the slaya in trouble, we saw her there and she wanted to attack. Buffy held her down after she had tried to kick to Spike, and we convinced her that we were her friends. But, then, the First not letting this go easy, sent a fire-breathing Pingilelli at us, but Buffy and I twarted it. Then, Jada, was her name, found out that I was a vampire and after some tension, we learned that she had to stick around for the funeral of her family and her father's will.

Now, we sat with her in the home where the murders had transpired. Personally, was up for suggesting that we all drink a lot, but didn't have the stones to say as much. Would let Buffy deal with the finessing of Jada, who like us, was suffering through loss.

[Buffy and Jada]
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Beaten and battered, still doin' what's right. From [info]thepowerplayers [Dec. 1st, 2006|07:50 pm]
[Current Mood | sore]

Pulled myself up and bloody realized I was in the dumpster. Bitch had thrown me in the dumpster. Thought about that likelihood…Angel had to be the one to throw me in the dumpster. Wiped myself off as I jumped out and when I landed, it all came back to me.

Rogue slut…or slaya, that is, had hit me with a cheap shot to start a fight when I was looking for Dawn and Monkey boy, all because I had the bloody temerity to question them, as Buffy had, about inappropriately timed sex. Faith and Angel had shagged and come to learn now that they decided that they wanted to shag more often.

Faith had gotten her shots in…had felt them before, powerful, but not like Buffy’s and I was just getting bleeding warmed up. Got the upper hand on her, and pounded her repeatedly till her caveman brow boyfriend rushed to the rescue and then had him under control after another fight…Angel would never beat me again…used to, but not anymore…the thought of him being with Buffy…far more motivation to pound the sod then it was that he had shagged Drusilla.

Had Angel down, and thought that I had rogue slut down too, but of course, she snuck up on me again and this time, took my knee out, bloody caving it in. Would be limping for a week, and only then, did she proceed to hit me when I was down, a lot.

Yeah, limping along, I wasn’t giving up on the search for Dawn. Knew that when Buffy got back from cooling down, that she would want Dawn to be safe…Of course, Monkey boy had taken her out, but somehow, knew that I would be blamed if she wasn’t found, at least partially. Emotions were high, but Dawn needed to be found.

Limping along, face swollen, blood dried on my face, I cleared my face and then used my nose. Both Faith and Angel were bleeding and could easily bloody surmise which direction they had gone. The temptation was to go the way that they had, because round two was in order, but barely being able to stand and certainly not being able to plant to punch or kick, decided that wasn’t a good idea. Besides, the niblet was in danger. Stray demons were still out and a bloody bout.

Made me realize that I wouldn’t be much good against them, but I was focused on what Xander and Dawn might be doing out and about at this hour. Only logical answer was that they went to a bar, which begged the question. How in bloody hell would Dawn be able to get into a bar. Still, wasn’t finding them and couldn’t really sense them either, so I straightened up as best as someone who had his face pounded and was then thrown in the garbage could and checked every bar along the way.

Fourth bar was the charm. Little karaoke bar was the answer and in the corner, I saw them. They saw me too, and Dawn tried to run for it, but tripped over another table when trying to get away from me and when I looked down at her on the floor, limping towards her, saw that her breasts were fully out. Looked at Monkey boy and had the urge to hit him, but what would be the use?

Grabbed Dawn, and she reeked of vodka, absolute mandarin, if I wasn’t mistaken.

“We’ll try to keep this one from big sis, and get some coffee on the way home…”

Tossed her over my shoulder as Xander stood up.

[Dawn and Xander]
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A slithering metallic bug in my eye. From [info]down_thespiral [Nov. 29th, 2006|01:06 am]
[Current Mood | crappy]

The fight with Angel had pushed me over the edge. No, not the sodding puppeted side of me that the First chose to make its bitch.

It pushed me, Spike, with a soul over the edge. This bloody had to stop. I mean, for all I knew the First could make this spell that Giles, Red and monkey boy had planned for me.

I had tried to kill Buffy. I didn't even know if that was true, because I couldn't sodding remember, but I don't think that I was trying to make love with her when I lost the time. Had a hard time believing that and more then that, my rage was so intense, that I had bitten into Angel.

Couldn't understand that one. Could see the First trying to buggering control me in order to eliminate the slaya from its path, but Angel? He was evil right now, and it would stand to reason that the First wouldn't want me to harm him, but there it was. I had bitten him. The First must have wanted me to harm him. Probably didn't like him too bloody much. Finally, something to almost smile about. Bloody almost.

Giles was getting a sodding kick out of this, too. No doubt about it. He wanted to stick that thing in my eye and my inclination was to say that if anything else got put into my head, then there wouldn't be any room left for my brain, but knew that Buffy wasn't in the mood for hysterics with Angel on the loose and demons everywhere in the city. Besides, Giles would just make a remark about the size of my brain, anyway, and if we waited, there stood the chance that the First could make me its bitch again and then I might hurt other people or be forced into getting staked by the woman that I loved.

Willow chanted and the thing came to life, and I was sodding concerned.

"I don't know what this bloody thing is going to do to me. Just so everyone is clear, I want this sodding trigger gone, but I am not the one who came up with this idea, in case I lose the time again and start biting people that I loath's necks."

The thing worked its way up my cheek and squirmed directly into my eye and let me just say, it didn't sodding tickle.

I grabbed my right eye and held it, as the thing slithered into my brain. "OWWWWWWWWW

[Buffy, Giles, Willow, Xander and Dawn]
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Trying to put behind us what we had just done. From [info]huntedmerciless [Nov. 25th, 2006|11:13 pm]
[Current Mood |indescribable]

I couldn't describe my feelings at the moment, as I put on my clothes in front of Buffy and Faith. What we had just learned was shocking, as it seemed that the slayer line hadn't ended with Willow's spell.

What we had just done was more shocking. Buffy and I had made love earlier in the day and it had been what I had always wanted. In the face of tragedy, we came to the conclusion that we needed each other, or I should say, Buffy came to that conclusion, because I already knew that there was nobody else in the world for me.

Buffy and I engaging in the acts that we just had wouldn't have been a surprise a year and a half ago and after this morning, made total sense. That's where the bloody normalcy ended. Cordelia had glowed in the other room, probably to soothe Angel's boy, who was no doubt being told things that he couldn't contemplate after watching the only family that he had known get gunned down by the same madman who had killed all of our friends. Buffy, Faith and Riley finally managed to kill the gunman, showing no bloody mercy, as they shouldn't, but Connor was now left with questions that I had no idea how Angel or vision girl could answer, but she tried to calm Angel's boy with her higher-being mojo glowy thing that I knew worked, because she had zapped Angel and I with it earlier.

I stayed away from the glow, but Buffy and Faith didn't. Didn't suprise me. Both of them, and especially Buffy, had had their lives ripped apart by the crazed-first-hired gunman's bullets.

Vision girl's glow made them weepy, originally and they held each other. They dragged me into the hug and I couldn't say anything to stop them, because I knew that the girls were hurting. What was I supposed to say for that? 'Hey, girls, slayas, this isn't the time to be weeping, we are still in danger?'

Couldn't say that. Was pulled into their hug and I loved Buffy, touching her made me aroused. Always would. Faith wasn't exactly a barking dog, either, and the combination in the hug left me with an erection that I couldn't contain, and my jeans barely could.

What happened next was something that I tried to resist, but Buffy was insistent, and Faith and Buffy took me into a bedroom, right next to the sleeping soldier boy and took my clothes off, stripping themselves. I tried to resist this, I tried because I didn't want Buffy to regret it later and because I only wanted her. Turned on the television, hoping to distract them, to pull them away from what they wanted right now...me. They stripped naked, though, and resisting, especially since my lover, since Buffy was so insistent, became futile. When the news that shocked us out of the craziness that we were involved in came on, Buffy was sitting squarely on my face, forcing my tongue into her, while Faith rode me with gusto, making it hard for me to think, let alone combat the pleasure that all three of us were experiencing.

What we saw on the television got the girls away from the glowing-induced hornidom.

What we saw was on television, a girl in Orlando, fighting off vamps, caught on camera and her power made it obvious...

"That's a slayer. There are other slayers still out there. This girl is in danger. She probably doesn't know what she is, and the First is going to go after her with everything that he can come up with just so that she doesn't get to us. We have to get to her. We have to find out who she is..."

Couldn't agree with Buffy more and all of us immediately turned serious.

"We have to do something about this, but Orlando...that's a long bloody way away. What are we supposed to do if the First decides to send somebody after her again?"

I couldn't talk about what we had just done. I felt horrible about it, regardless of how amazing that it was. We just had to do something.

[Buffy and Faith]
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Streets are cleaned...Now we know why. From [info]thepowerplayers [Nov. 18th, 2006|10:33 pm]
[Current Mood | morose]

Buffy and I had left the death scene near Angel's hotel and when we left, we left piles of burned or beaheaded demons and the bodies of slayers and Willow. Had to go get the niblet, even though I was bloody shocked when Buffy sullenly explained how Dawn got to be where she was and the way that it was accomplished. Faith had chloroformed her and they had put her in some hotel near Anaheim.

Drove there like I was being chased, knowing that my love, that Buffy was about to break. Only thing holding her in one piece was the thought that Dawn was unsafe and alone right now.

Wasn't the way that I wanted to see Buffy again. Should have gone to see her the minute that I became corporeal, or at least, I should have bloody well waited for her in Rome, the Capo de Familia's head, be sodding damned. Could have broken the Immortal's back had I done it then, and could have hugged her, kissed her and told her that she was mine, that she belonged with me and sealed the plea with a kiss.

Couldn't do it now. The way that we had come together was during a giant fight. Not exactly the time to tell her that I loved her and would always be there for her whether she loved me or not. Couldn't do it after the fight, because there was all of the death...all of those girls and Willow and even Wood, who I was unable to protect, because I already had my hands full.

Got to the hotel where Dawn was, and understandably, she was bloody pissed at being handled the way that she had been by her own sister, her own flesh and blood. Except that it didn't sodding matter and Dawn's anger faded after screaming at Buffy when I told her what had happened to the slayers and in particular, to Willow. Buffy and Dawn broke down and I offered the comfort of hugs, not exactly even defined as cold comfort, though. I wanted to hurt Giles for his bloody stupid plan and I felt like I had failed.

We left, after I had knocked the motel manager unconscious because of all of the meaningless bugaboo that he was spouting about how we needed to pay extra and needed to cut the noise down. When I hit him, didn't feel bad about it, even though he was only doing his job, because I envisioned Giles' face on his shoulders when I swung at him, and besides, Buffy and Dawn didn't need the extra aggravation right now.

Drove in record time back west and when we approached the hotel, the streets were cleaned. Cops had showed up and I parked in front of the hotel, avoiding them, but not missing the smell of the dead demon bodies coming from the alley. Also, didn't miss the smell coming from inside of the hotel and as I opened the door, saw why. The girls were all strewn about the floor. Wood was leaning against the front counter and Willow was on the couch.

Dawn and Buffy went towards her as I tried to relock the door which I had just broken. Didn't need the cops coming back in and seeing all of the bodies. Grabbed a chair and lodged it underneath of the handle.

"Angel and Faith must have done the cleanup. His boy, Charlie Boy, Wesley and Illyria all ran off after the few demons that had fled. Had to be the two of them."

Heard a noise upstaiors and then looked up to see Angel putting a tattered shirt on, with Faith walking close to him. They had just shagged. Could bloody smell it, and just hoped that right now, Buffy and Dawn didn't notice. Now wasn't the time for me to be hopeful that Angel didn't have his eyes on Buffy and had them on Faith, which was a surprise to me. They came down.

"Two of you clean up the bodies?"

[Angel, Faith, Buffy and Dawn]
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We have to go get Dawn? From [info]thepowerplayers [Nov. 12th, 2006|02:47 pm]
[Current Mood |indescribable]

"We have to go get Dawn."

"We have to go get Dawn?!"

I repeated, bloody shocked. It was shocking enough, the confluence of sodding emotions that Buffy and Faith had to be feeling, because I was feeling them and knew that Angel was too; All of the slayas dead, Willow's body on the ground, her neck twisted, the way that Kennedy had died. Knew that I was depressed, crushed...even seeing Faith over Wood's body made me feel bad. He didn't deserve this fate, either.

Buffy went and grabbed keys from Faith, who was lingering over Wood's body, crushed. She then handed the keys to me, and it was set, we were going to go get Dawn, wherever she bloody well was, and we were leaving Willow's body, which Buffy had been cradling, cradling for the longest time, even after Gunn, Percy, Illyria's and Angel's runt had gone after the demons that hadn't been burned alive and then dead or undead dead by Red's spell.

Angel had poked his opinion in about how this was all his fault. Willow dying along with Wood and all of the slayas...that this was all his fault. Wasn't often that I agreed with Angel, but that was bollocks. Sheer and utter bollocks.

Buffy and I got into the car. Wondered where they had gotten the car, as well as all of the machine guns. Had to be sometime when they had stashed Dawn away. Didn't ask. Buffy would do anything to help Angel and hopefully me, and let's face it, Faith wouldn't hesitate to take what she needed. Faith and Buffy had the right idea in coming here and the right battle plan. Willow and the other's didn't. Their plan, other then Willow's spell was sack of hammers, entirely, no questions to be asked, sodding out of goards.

I drove away, my words to Angel still on my mind. Wondered how Buffy felt about that? Wondered how she felt that I was a part of Angel's team? Wondered if she would play the sodding blame game, or if she was just too crushed over Willow and all of the slayas to blame anyone? Right now, knew that she wanted to get to the niblet, and since I hadn't spoken to her in a year, I decided to start there.

"Buffy, I'm sorry that all of this happened. Give anything to change it. Anything, but could you please tell me why in God's name that Dawn was here in Los Angeles at all, and how the hell you managed to stuff her away somewhere without her screaming bloody murder from wherever she is?...."

I paused. "By the by, where is she?"

[Buffy]
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So much fo the afterglow... From [info]huntedmerciless [Nov. 10th, 2006|08:55 pm]
[Current Mood | calm]

Leaning back on the couch next to my grand-sire, who at times, had been a mortal enemy and now, at the very least, I couldn’t stand and vice-versa, neither of us could utter much of word one after the display that Cordelia had put on.

Was this strange sort of vibe going on in the room. Like strobe lights were overhead and we all knew that we should be moving around, pacing, worrying about the bugaboo going on surrounding Angel’s son, but none of us could move.

Cordelia had done the glow to calm Forehead’s frayed nerves and had turned us all into tired, docile specimens, the couch bloody well encompassing us, even herself. She was sitting in his lap, which, I really didn’t want to see, not that fancying a lap dance from the likes of Cordelia wouldn’t have been jolly sport at other times in my life, but now, seeing Angel with his significant other while Buffy was in danger, not the ideal at the moment, and it was all right there…

Angel was out of sorts because Cordelia had a vision seeing Angel’s son, which was another matter that I was having a hard bloody time coming to terms with, in which his son was being chased by the First’s new power man, and I was sodding jammed up because Buffy was going out with Faith and soldier boy and was going to be in harms way.

And yet, the afterglow was strong enough where I didn't want to feel anything negative. Bloody well knew that the chance for Buffy or even Faith to get hurt was there, but it wasn't there in the front of my mind. It was sort of closed off like a virgin's honeypot from the school's Andrew. I just couldn't feel too bloody bad about it.

"Suppose it's easy to look down on this, but I'm sure that Buffy and Faith can save your boy and kill the First's new bitch, Angel. I'm sure that your boy can run fast enough to get away, and that Buffy and Faith are mad enough that the guy has no chance, even if he has a gun."

Yeah. The gun didn't matter at all. Didn't matter one sodding bit.

[Angel and Cordelia]
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Halloween near Loch ness. From [info]bocadelinferno [Nov. 8th, 2006|04:10 pm]
Had swam away from the island. Was most definitely alive, and had the bloody chill of the water on my skin and on the damp clothes bloody sticking to me. Pinching myself no longer required.

Hadn't been here before and didn't know why I was here, but decided that some investigating was bloody well called for. Didn't take me long to figure out what day it was, which led to a host of other questions about the how and whyfore's.

Saw the little spooks and goblins mucking about the piece, and not the actual demon kind, either, which was a bit of good luck, and also a bit of bad luck. Wanted, for some reason, even though I currently needed answers, to tear apart a couple of demons.

That had to be affilliated with the bloody battle in the rain that night in Los Angeles, which also led to another set of questions, but I knew for sure that I had ben polished off, turned into a wet ash that night, and simply for that reason, a basic crush and destroy of something evil would have suited me better then a pint of warm blood and a smoke would right now.

No, the kiddies were out and about with their bags. It wasn't a common sight, because generally, on sodding halloween, with the exception of one year, specifically, that I could remember, I stayed indoors. They were cheering, happy, bubbly, walking with grown ups, passing me and regarding me all sodding wet.

Made my way away from the kiddies and as I descended away from town, I ame to another shoreline, only this was inland, a good couple of miles from the coast. The sign couldn't be missed. This was Loch ness, home of the famous sodding monster, Bloody hell, I hated Scotland and worse, why was I here, at Loch ness? Did I bloody conveniently get pushed her, once more the pawn, toasted and ghiosted last time, and this time, ashed and puppeted back to a place where only a legend, a lore hailed.

Was I a legend? What did it mean? Was I something that wa slored and big and evil like the supposed monster in the water, only I would never actually affect anything again? Those people with their tots, walking around hoping for chocolate, had acknowledged me. I wasn't bloody ghostly, or onvisible, or in Purgatory.

I was back, but where to now? Had Angel, Illyria, and Gunn bought the same fate? Where were they? Were they back somehwere, sodding confused? This was my homeland, or England was, anyway, but it hadn't been my home in some time? What was I meant to do?

There was only one thing that I could think of, and that required me being in London. There was only one connection that I knew here. It was the Council and I wanted to see Buffy, but was she still in Rome with the wanker of all demon wankers? Did I really want to see Giles? He would likely be there.

The stiff ponce hated me, but one thing that he was bloody brilliant at was research. Maybe he would have answers?

It was time to hijack myself a ride and drive south.
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"I want you to protect her." From [info]down_thespiral [Nov. 7th, 2006|03:48 pm]
[Current Mood | confused]

"I want you to make him go away Spike. Send daddy away."

This was the face of my Drusilla telling me to do this, sodding telling me to send daddy...Angelus away from Buffy and to keep her safe.

Was not feeling right. Knew that this wasn't really Drusilla speaking to me and normally I would have beaten Dru up just because she was evil and I had a soul. I somehow felt that, bloody believed that, and Dru had a distinctive scent that nobody knew bloody better then I did, and this thing, whatever it was didn't have any scent, but it called to me, she called to me and it all made sense.

We had come here for Angelus. The slaya and I. We had come here for Angelus. I could remember that, but things were all mottled, and the rage that I had felt, wanting to kill her and him was now gone with this Drusilla impostor's sooting words.

Now, she, it, what-bloody-ever wanted me to get rid of Angelus, and considering that it was something that seemed like it would be appealing to me, I looked away from Drusilla who wasn't Drusilla at all and turned to face the slaya and Angelus. Saw the girl in the car, saw the broken window, and heard the slaya talking, battling with Angelus.

"Tell me how this feels?"

Hit him good and proper in the nose and as I wasn't facing the Drusilla thing, I charged Angel, and as he fell away from the slaya, grabbed him in a half nelson from behind and threw him against a wall, head first. Had the temptation to bite his neck, and I growled as I went to. Had to protect the slaya, and this would be a good way to sodding do it.

Bit into his neck, and felt his leg come up and catch me flush in the stones region, before he grabbed my head and slammed me against the wall, and all thought quickly faded away. The reasons for my being down were bloody lost on me. All that I knew was that I had Angel blood in my mouth and some major pain coming from the stones to the gullet. I keeled over, trying to get a hold of that. But I knew that I had to get up. Had to.

Buffy needed me.

Pain wasn't an ally though. Angel had obviously kicked me, but I hadn't remembered what had happened bloody before that. Struggled to get to my feet, feeling stronger because of his blood in my mouth, yet, the stones sometimes controlled the mind. Obviously, Forehead had caught me. I tried to gather myself.

Buffy needed me. Dawn needed me.

[Buffy, Angelus and Dawn]
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A hero in bandages. From [info]liveandxletdie [Nov. 2nd, 2006|12:15 am]
[Current Mood |Cowardly]

"I mean, maybe I should have seen it coming, in this crazy world one of us is always coming back to life. I guess it was your turn this time around- all heroes deserve a second chance at life."

Hearing her call me a hero was better then her saying that she loved me and meaning it. Okay, I take that back, but it's a damned close second. Never sought out to be a hero. Was just there for the ride. Wouldn't have worn the bleeding amulet if Angel hadn't been turned away by her.

I had never given that much thought. Came back and had to get all up in Angel's business. Of Course I did. When I thought about Buffy, it was filled with fear and doubt. Always, came back to the same annoying feeling, didn't have the stones to face her. Wasn't because I feared her knowing that I was alive. It was because rejection from her would have been like a redwood through the chest. Literally. Better to keep alive the hope that she loved me, because it had been the last words that I had heard her say, other then that it wasn't too late and that I could still leave in time, then to face her and have her not feel that way.

I went about my business, played Angel's little game all safe-like, because I was Ghostly and ineffectual, unable to touch other then the occassional object when I put my mind to it. When I became corporeal, the whole shanshu thing came up and to be honest, facing that was better then facing rejection from Buffy. Beat Angel down and drank from the cup of eternal mountain dew, because of fear. Started to leave that very next night, and still couldn't. Fear. It was new to me, and didn't know how to handle it.

Fear came when you loved something or someone so much, that the slightest little bit and probe negatively from her could turn you to mush, make you wish that you were ineffectual. With her in front of me, somehow, my hands damaged, the nerves not working because of sack of Hammers Dana, a deranged slayer, it occurred to me that while she had said that she had meant what she said, which warmed my body temperature to what hers was, that I still hadn't sought her out. She came to me. The big bad didn't have the stones to tell the woman that he loved, that he loved her. She had the stones and had come here.

I wanted to hug her. It was almost too much. I found myself restless. I wanted to kiss her, hug her, shag her, but the fear forced me into changing the subject. Happened so quick, that I barely recognized that I was doing it, even though it was something that had my mind twisting.

"Angel told me that you gave the order, sent Andrew here with the while bait and cross, and then brought the slayas out at the end. No judging here, good move, because you know Angel wasn't going to bloody well give her up, but did you really believe that Angel, or that I would let Angel harm the girl?"

Okay, my feelers would probably lean me towards the sack of hammers when seeing her. Not the most convincing argument there, especially when I just wanted to tell her that I loved her.

[Buffy]
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Bloody Lost? What in the bloody hell? From [info]bocadelinferno [Nov. 1st, 2006|05:08 am]
[Current Mood |Bloody shocked]

Had just experienced another bought of the bloody incessant tugging on me from both bloody sides and had been covering my ear and eyes with my hands and arms, sitting Indian style, knowing that this was all bloody about the slayas that I had killed and the other unpleasantries that I had savaged upon a group of innocents in Vienna, although Dru had been there for that, and though could see every face like it was yesterday and not bloody 1963, Drusilla was conveniently left out of the vision, of the movie from below as it were.

From the other side it was again, as it always was, lighter, bloody fluffier, easing the blow upon the soul that no longer bothered me because knew that I was in purgatory. Honestly, at least change your patterns if I'm going to have to suffer through this for all eternity.

The light, as it always did, was stronger then the heat from below, but still, the bloody pictures continued, and I delved deeper, especially annoyed this time around for some sodding reason, trying to block things out. Then, something happened. The light became less bright and white hot. In fact, there was a sodding breeze and it was cool. Very cool. There were no more pictures and in fact, there was a light drizzle.

I moved my arms away from my head, my fingers no longer covering my eyes. Nighttime had permeated the air, but, what the bloody hell? Had to be an aberration. I could see something then utter bloody darkness and swirls of gray. The breeze hit me again, as I looked at a small mountain. Turned around and realized that a body of water remain on the other side.

Could think of only one thing. Well, two. I was alive! I was bloody alive! I pinched myself. I could touch myself. Whew, not toasted and ghosted this time around. I was alive was one and the other was a televison show that I had fancied before, well, before the night that I had been slew on the streets of Los Angeles. This reminded me of 'Lost'. I was on an island, and didn't hear another soul, but while trying to figure out what had happened, I walked around, looking across the water. There was land on the other side.

Oh balls. What the hell? Trench coat would dry eventually. Dove into the water, and it too was real. And cold, even to me, assuming that I was still a vampire. Donned my fangs while paddling, and felt my teeth. Yep, still a vampire. Swam hard, trying to make it to shore on the other side. Bloody well didn't know what could have happened, but at least I had somewhere to bloody go and didn't have water on all sides.

Reached the shore what had to be about fifteen minutes later. Now, where the bloody hell was I?
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