Absence makes the heart grow fonder?
It was almost dawn by the time I reached the safety of the lobby of the block of flats I’d been staying in. Seemed I’d stopped giving a toss about getting home before the nasty sun these days, not like I had anything to go home to save a bottle of Jack and early morning bloody telly shows. Which were worse now, than they’d ever been; Passions had gone off air a hundred bloody years ago and since then it’d been nothing except bloody reality shows and programs about alien invasions and whatnot.
Times were I used to come home to my Tara, but it hadn’t been like that for a while now. But I couldn’t be sore about it - or at least, I shouldn’t - seeing as how us deciding to go our separate ways was a joint decision.
At the time I made out like she was right; that a little time apart’d do us both a world of good but I didn’t really believe it. Yeah, we’d been getting under each other skin for a little while, but that was mostly due to the fact that twat Lindsey hadn’t given us two seconds alone in months and yeah, I admit it; I was jealous and it pissed her off… but it’d been five years now.
I never thought she’d stay away this long.
Five bloody long, boring years and I’d hardly even heard from her. Didn’t help that I had no idea where she was either, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t tried to find her either, ‘cause I had. As pathetic as it was, even though we’d both agreed to spend some time apart, it was less than six months before I got bored of the brainless bints I’d taken to spending the night with and made my way to Switzerland to find her. Only trouble was that when I got there she was nowhere to be found. None of ‘em were.
Over the years I’d heard stories that I knew were about the three of them, sounded like they were having a bloody grand old time, too. It burned me up inside every time I heard of them decimating a village or raising some hell - or some nasty demon - together. Even heard a rumour last year that she’d bagged herself a Slayer and I was proud as hell, bragging about how I was her Sire ‘n’ all… that was until some worthless cunt asked me why she wasn’t at my side like she should be and I snapped. Killing him made me feel a little better, but not much because he was right, see.
She was supposed to be mine, and where was she? Gallivanting all ‘round the bloody world with that twat and my bastard of a Grandsire. She’d forgotten all about me, I knew it, and the worst thing was, I couldn’t forget about her.
I still loved her, couldn’t help it and sometimes I missed her so much it made me ache. Hell, I missed her so much it made me ache all the time, I’d just gotten used to the feeling is all.
But thinking about her when I hadn’t even bothered to pull a bird to occupy myself with for the rest of the day was not a good idea.” Bloody hell,” I muttered as I made my way down the hall to the flat I’d been living in for the past few months. I’d taken it off a tasty young couple on their wedding night. Yeah, that sure gave me a good meal, and a good bloody laugh, after Tara left I’d developed a taste for happy couples. Right now, though, I was going to try and forget about that bint by seeing how fast I could get to the bottom of that nice bottle of Jack I had stashed in the back of the cupboard.
Hopefully it wouldn’t be long.
Times were I used to come home to my Tara, but it hadn’t been like that for a while now. But I couldn’t be sore about it - or at least, I shouldn’t - seeing as how us deciding to go our separate ways was a joint decision.
At the time I made out like she was right; that a little time apart’d do us both a world of good but I didn’t really believe it. Yeah, we’d been getting under each other skin for a little while, but that was mostly due to the fact that twat Lindsey hadn’t given us two seconds alone in months and yeah, I admit it; I was jealous and it pissed her off… but it’d been five years now.
I never thought she’d stay away this long.
Five bloody long, boring years and I’d hardly even heard from her. Didn’t help that I had no idea where she was either, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t tried to find her either, ‘cause I had. As pathetic as it was, even though we’d both agreed to spend some time apart, it was less than six months before I got bored of the brainless bints I’d taken to spending the night with and made my way to Switzerland to find her. Only trouble was that when I got there she was nowhere to be found. None of ‘em were.
Over the years I’d heard stories that I knew were about the three of them, sounded like they were having a bloody grand old time, too. It burned me up inside every time I heard of them decimating a village or raising some hell - or some nasty demon - together. Even heard a rumour last year that she’d bagged herself a Slayer and I was proud as hell, bragging about how I was her Sire ‘n’ all… that was until some worthless cunt asked me why she wasn’t at my side like she should be and I snapped. Killing him made me feel a little better, but not much because he was right, see.
She was supposed to be mine, and where was she? Gallivanting all ‘round the bloody world with that twat and my bastard of a Grandsire. She’d forgotten all about me, I knew it, and the worst thing was, I couldn’t forget about her.
I still loved her, couldn’t help it and sometimes I missed her so much it made me ache. Hell, I missed her so much it made me ache all the time, I’d just gotten used to the feeling is all.
But thinking about her when I hadn’t even bothered to pull a bird to occupy myself with for the rest of the day was not a good idea.” Bloody hell,” I muttered as I made my way down the hall to the flat I’d been living in for the past few months. I’d taken it off a tasty young couple on their wedding night. Yeah, that sure gave me a good meal, and a good bloody laugh, after Tara left I’d developed a taste for happy couples. Right now, though, I was going to try and forget about that bint by seeing how fast I could get to the bottom of that nice bottle of Jack I had stashed in the back of the cupboard.
Hopefully it wouldn’t be long.