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I was already nearly to the hotel when he made his declaration about who he was. My excuse for not calling Buffy would be that he threatened our children and clearly I wasn't thinking clear. Hey it wasn't like they didn't expect me to fuck things up right? Plus I was just so damn worried about my wife. I was gooed up. I could handle the old man, soul or no soul, and Faith was obviously still alive and kicking so why bring the other slayer into it.
That's my story boys and girls and I'm sticking to it, thanks.
If I still had a heart beat, it would be racing, because I had to admit finally meeting the evil version of my sire was enough to give me the tinglies all the way down my spine. I'd read up on him. In fact, I'd read up on the entire Aurelian line. What I couldn't find in the books at the hotel, I'd had no problem finding at the library at Wolfram and Hart. I knew what made them tick. But reading and seeing it live and in sort of living color was totally different.
He sounded so eager to meet me. That was a 180 from Angel who had no problem just walking out on me. Yeah, so I was still pissed and hurt by that. It wasn't like it wasn't clear that I had father issues and abandonment issues and he managed to twist the knife and bleed both of those issues wide open. I fucking hated him. He was going to feel what it was like to have a fledgling scorned. I was way more vindictive than any slayer he had ever pissed off.
See, I didn't have to stake him through the heart and send him to hell. I would just make his current life hell. I'd systematically destroy everything he held close to him until he was living alone, abandoned, and wishing for an end to his pain. And then? Then I'd let him wallow in it. Immortality is a real bitch. I had centuries to punish him properly for hurting me. Just like I sentenced Norman to hell.
It almost made me want to go after Peter and Mary Jane, but really they had already created their own hells. Mary Jane was with Bruce who would drag her down into his emotional turmoil until she was drowning in his darkness. Then he would push her away and lock her out just like he did everyone. Enjoy that life, Mary Jane. And Peter? Well Peter was stuck in New York being a superhero with no one to cling to when times got tough. Aww. What a shame.
I stared at the hotel when I parked the car and took an unneeded breathe before running inside. So frantic, I still hadn't called Buffy! But he told me not too! Our kids were threatened!
"FAITH," I called out, anger clear in my tone as I looked around the lobby. "FAITH, WHERE ARE YOU?" I demanded, as I started up the stairs...and caught the scent of sex. Huh. Did she fuck Angel or Angelus? Guess it didn't matter except for it was my turn to be so jealous of both of them that I could barely see straight.
It was way too quiet and I had no idea where they were. Come out come out wherever you are.
[Open to Angelus and Faith]
That's my story boys and girls and I'm sticking to it, thanks.
If I still had a heart beat, it would be racing, because I had to admit finally meeting the evil version of my sire was enough to give me the tinglies all the way down my spine. I'd read up on him. In fact, I'd read up on the entire Aurelian line. What I couldn't find in the books at the hotel, I'd had no problem finding at the library at Wolfram and Hart. I knew what made them tick. But reading and seeing it live and in sort of living color was totally different.
He sounded so eager to meet me. That was a 180 from Angel who had no problem just walking out on me. Yeah, so I was still pissed and hurt by that. It wasn't like it wasn't clear that I had father issues and abandonment issues and he managed to twist the knife and bleed both of those issues wide open. I fucking hated him. He was going to feel what it was like to have a fledgling scorned. I was way more vindictive than any slayer he had ever pissed off.
See, I didn't have to stake him through the heart and send him to hell. I would just make his current life hell. I'd systematically destroy everything he held close to him until he was living alone, abandoned, and wishing for an end to his pain. And then? Then I'd let him wallow in it. Immortality is a real bitch. I had centuries to punish him properly for hurting me. Just like I sentenced Norman to hell.
It almost made me want to go after Peter and Mary Jane, but really they had already created their own hells. Mary Jane was with Bruce who would drag her down into his emotional turmoil until she was drowning in his darkness. Then he would push her away and lock her out just like he did everyone. Enjoy that life, Mary Jane. And Peter? Well Peter was stuck in New York being a superhero with no one to cling to when times got tough. Aww. What a shame.
I stared at the hotel when I parked the car and took an unneeded breathe before running inside. So frantic, I still hadn't called Buffy! But he told me not too! Our kids were threatened!
"FAITH," I called out, anger clear in my tone as I looked around the lobby. "FAITH, WHERE ARE YOU?" I demanded, as I started up the stairs...and caught the scent of sex. Huh. Did she fuck Angel or Angelus? Guess it didn't matter except for it was my turn to be so jealous of both of them that I could barely see straight.
It was way too quiet and I had no idea where they were. Come out come out wherever you are.
[Open to Angelus and Faith]