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[watcher_pryce]

Getting slammed into a cage and nearly loosing consciousness and then not giving myself time to gather my wits, had obviously thrown my aim off. My vision was blurred, when I tried to shoot Angelus with the dart. Normally, and that is one of the few things I’m proud of, my aim is excellent. Now, still recovering from nearly dying and Angelus using

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[prodigal_slayer]

I whistled the theme from Peter and the Wolf all the way back to my new estate. Now that Wesley and I finally had some alone time together I wanted to show my best friend just how sweet life could be. How much sweeter death is. Faithy was inside crying her pretty little eyes out begging for me to let him go but what can I say? I like it when the pretty girls cry. Besides, she left out alot when the last time she explored torture with her watcher. I had to show her what she was missing out on. Five groups of torture? Oh little girl, you have so much to learn. And me being the nice guy I am I figured I'd teach her

[watcher_pryce]

I don’t know how long we drove or even in which direction. I just hoped Angel would really know how Angelus thought and not get caught by surprise again like he had at the club. If Faith was about the only hope I had to stay alive for the next oh…ever, then Angel was our only hope to get us both out of there. Where ever ‘there’ was. And considering how everything was going lately, that wasn’t exactly reassuring

[prodigal_slayer]

Turning around from the warm fire I grinned when I saw that good ol' Wes had finally decided to wake up and join us. Too bad nobody missed him. Well, on second thought I was sure I'd miss the sound of his little girly screams by the end of the night. They don't make those Brits too tough, well except for Giles. Now I was starting to miss the good old days of torturing Buffy and all of her friends. Oh well, I guess everyone gets their turn. What kind of guy would I be if I only paid attention to Buffy and not Faithy? I have to do special things for both of my girls. Which seemed to include torturing their watchers

[watcher_pryce]

Angelus and I had met before. The first time had been a fraud, demon supposedly brought out by some drugs. The second time nearly cost me and several others my life. It had been my idea to bring him about though, because he had the information we needed. Or so we thought, but he plaid us all. I had enough of being plaid, I had enough of games. Angelus would play the same game again. Taunting, hurting with words over hurting the body. Of course he took great delight in that as well