| And Angels dance, while Slayers die... |
[Saturday, February 10th, 2007 @ 1:36am] |
We were going to Sunnydale. The bad place. The place of a thousand screams. Oh, I can see them, all the pretty screams in my head. And at the top, I see my boys. My Spike, my little one. He has eyes, all for the Princess but not for me. He reeks of her...how can he not see the change?
And Daddy. Thinking that he can escape me. No, bad doggie. No treats from me. Grandmum and I are going back to Sunnydale. We're going to get our boys, now that I've sired her. She is my child. I'm a mummy. But she doesn't like for me to call her that. I took that rotten, stinking soul out of her...made her a vampire again.
Made her a killer. I can see the blood in her eyes, oh how it shines! How it sparkles..just like the old days. My little one and I, with our boys...we will kill the Slayer this time. Darla has a plan. She says she knows how it will work this time.
Huh! I can't wait...the stars are speaking to me. They haven't spoken to me since my Spike left me for the Slayer. Since then, it's been dark. Nothing's spoken to me. I missed it, hearing it. I see him...I see him, his soul that he keeps hidden. He thinks she will love him for it. But doesn't he know...that a happy memory will return? Pull that naughty bit of plastic right out o' his head? Yes, I shall. I can see it, feel it.
It sparks. It burns him, it does. Makes him think he's less of a monster. Oh no, my baby. Hush now. Darla and I are back. We are going to put our family back together.
Even if it means making lots of little bloody pieces along the way! But oh, my childe and I shall have such fun doing so, don't you think?
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