I took out the bitch senator Brucker and all of her vamp helpers, and I knew I was in trouble, but I was filled with energy, because I had to get to the others, and hoped that they were alright
( Read more... )
I felt myself on the floor. I had passed out. I didn't know how long I was out, but I did know three things.
All of my friends were gone, dead, killed by demons after bringing down the Circle of the Black Thorn.
I knew that I didn't hear that massive horde of demons outside any more.
And, I knew that I didn't have much time left. I was knockin' on heaven's door, my blood covering my clothing and the floor, a weakness fillin' me like I had neva felt before.
I got up and looked outside, gettin' up, not helpin' me to feel any better.
I had to get myself to the hospital. I started towards the door and then carefully made my way down the stairs, startin' to feel worse by the second.
I didn't have time to walk over and pick up Illyria or the ashes of Angel and Spike to put them in a jar somewhere for them to be remembered and honored, but even if I did, it wouldn't have mattered, because Illyria was gone.
I might be excited by that, normally, but I just didn't have the energy to feel that way now, and it was possible that somebody had already been by to clean up the scene, maybe even the bad guys, but I wondered if myabe Spike and Angel's ashed were still there.
If they were, then they would be when I got back from the hospital too.
If I made it. I felt my heart fluttering as I slumbered along, and I saw bodies, a lot of bodies. This wasn't good. Those demons were killin' left and right.
I knew where the hospital was, but I didn't know if I could make it, or if there would be anyone alive there to help me when I got there.
I tried not to make my mind think about what I was gonna do now. For now, I just had to push it forward, ignore all of the dead bodies and get to the hospital and pray to god that somebody there could help me
( ... )
The bodies of the dead were smellin' and I found it interestin' that no cops were anywhere.
Maybe, they were all dead, killed tryin' to fight the horde of demons. Or maybe they were at the sites of other body farms all over the road.
I got up, tears spillin' down my face, knowin' that I could make it to the hospital and live. I was strong. I could make it. I just didn't know if I wanted to.
I had let down everyone that I cared about. Alanna, Rondell, Cordy, Fred, Illyria, Spike, Angel. I couldn't be a good person. There was nothin' left for me to fight for, but I thought about it as I saw the hospital on the corner.
Maybe there were some people here for me to fight for. I wasn't willin' to fight for myself.
Comments 5
All of my friends were gone, dead, killed by demons after bringing down the Circle of the Black Thorn.
I knew that I didn't hear that massive horde of demons outside any more.
And, I knew that I didn't have much time left. I was knockin' on heaven's door, my blood covering my clothing and the floor, a weakness fillin' me like I had neva felt before.
I got up and looked outside, gettin' up, not helpin' me to feel any better.
I had to get myself to the hospital. I started towards the door and then carefully made my way down the stairs, startin' to feel worse by the second.
Finally, I made it out onto the street.
Reply
I might be excited by that, normally, but I just didn't have the energy to feel that way now, and it was possible that somebody had already been by to clean up the scene, maybe even the bad guys, but I wondered if myabe Spike and Angel's ashed were still there.
If they were, then they would be when I got back from the hospital too.
If I made it. I felt my heart fluttering as I slumbered along, and I saw bodies, a lot of bodies. This wasn't good. Those demons were killin' left and right.
I knew where the hospital was, but I didn't know if I could make it, or if there would be anyone alive there to help me when I got there.
Reply
Reply
Maybe, they were all dead, killed tryin' to fight the horde of demons. Or maybe they were at the sites of other body farms all over the road.
I got up, tears spillin' down my face, knowin' that I could make it to the hospital and live. I was strong. I could make it. I just didn't know if I wanted to.
I had let down everyone that I cared about. Alanna, Rondell, Cordy, Fred, Illyria, Spike, Angel. I couldn't be a good person. There was nothin' left for me to fight for, but I thought about it as I saw the hospital on the corner.
Maybe there were some people here for me to fight for. I wasn't willin' to fight for myself.
Reply
Leave a comment