I poured my heart out...it evaporated, see?

Aug 29, 2005 11:02

Just like that. One shot and then it was over. I stood there with the gun in my hand and I still wasn't sure that I really got it. I knew that I'd done it, what I'd come here to do. Maybe I was disappointed that I was still standin' when really all three of us should be dead on the floor. Instead it was just me, last one left standin'. Guess I hadn ( Read more... )

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_willow_magic August 30 2005, 06:16:41 UTC
After Wes left us the dog, Noname, and Kennedy took care of Angel's son, we both packed our things and moved after them. Things were gonna get ugly, we knew that much. But Faith had been so gung-ho, there was like no stopping her. Kennedy was on her side of course. Being a Slayer and all, but we both agreed we needed to go there and help them before something bad happened ( ... )

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wickedslayer September 1 2005, 04:36:22 UTC
Just like that, with the blink of an eye she was wavin' the gun away from my hand. She couldn't....she couldn't do that! Now I could just feel rage sweepin' throughout my entire body. How could she do that to me? I needed that! How could I threaten her if she was always usin' that magick crap on me? She was just as bad as Vail if not worse because I'd already had to kill Wesley to get to Vail. I didn't have anything left to lose with Willow. Lookin' at my empty hand I wanted to cry but I kept it all bottled up instead. Last thing I wanted to have Red see. Besides, I came here for a reason. She had to bring him back! I couldn't see past that ( ... )

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_willow_magic September 1 2005, 05:35:31 UTC
Oookay, I'm guessing reasoning flew right out the window here. And y'know, at one point I'd be quivering in my booties by now. Cause hello? Normal human versus Slayer here. But that was then and this was now. As much as Ken likes to protect me, I don't really need protection anymore. Even though I kinda like it when she does. Not the point now ( ... )

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wickedslayer September 1 2005, 06:11:49 UTC
She wasn't even listening to me. Too busy askin' questions of her own to even offer me up any answers. Bitch! Why wouldn't she just do this for me? For Wes even? Because we weren't as good as precious fucking Buffy? I was so tired of that same old shit. Buffy was the golden child and everybody else might as well not exist. Well, I was the slayer now. It was me, carried on through me no matter how many more slayers there were. I was the one. Buffy was dead and the rest was imitation. Shouldn't she be helpin' me right about now? And she was right. Buffy wasn't fine but she was mostly fine and that was good enough for me ( ... )

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