Buffy had run off to who the hell knew where which left me living alone in the beach house with Spike. I briefly contemplated either sleeping at the office, asking Dawn if I could stay with her and Lex or going back to the hotel tonight whether Fred liked it or not. But no, I was trying to tough it out at home with Spike. I didn't know when the beach house started to feel like home but it did and I wasn't going anywhere
( ... )
Before I knew it, the soddin' bitch had nicked my coat. MY COAT! And then she proceeded to pour nail polish on the prized leather! Tiltin' my head to the side, I breathed in, uneededly, then out before growlin' low in my throat.
What was she saying? What was SHE SAYING!?
Lookin' around the room, I grabbed a stack of junk mags and started tossin' them around the room, knockin' things over. Didn't quite care. I did NOT care. Not what Buffy said, or did, because from the way I see it, this bint had to go, mighty pronto.
"Thought that was funny, eh?" I grinned, the cruelist I could muster before tossin' more magazine's around.
"Best be out in five minutes, or I'll make it the worst week you've ever been through," I muttered and grabbed my jacket before goin' to the kitchen and tryin' to find a way to get it off without ruinin' the leather.
After my run in with Kennedy there wasn't much Spike could do to scare me. Piss me off? Sure. And could I just point that he started this? If he hadn't been in my room knocking things over and ruining my favorite sweater and demanding that I leave I wouldn't have had to pour nail polish all over his coat
( ... )
"YOU FUCKING SODDIN' BITCH!" I screamed and just watched her before I tackled her on the bed, pushing her over and getting back up and picking up the pieces of the cd. I wanted to kill her. Just hold her down and rip her skin open and drink whatever bitch blood she had in there. I was going to do it to. Oh yes I was. I was!
But, I didn't. I wasn't 'evil' anymore. But, I could be. And I was. I just ... didn't act on it and such.
Tossin' the pieces in the trash and looked over at her.
"Lucky for you, I have this soul ... whatever that means," I said through clenched teeth.
I grinned though and shrugged. I'd get her back. I'm thinkin' her car needed a nice little word all over it and my keys? Were goin' to give her that. But not now. I'd wait. Until she slept. On the passenger side so she couldn't see it until someone else saw it.
"My fault, Cordy ... shouldn't have started all of this mess," I said, finally. "Gonna get a drink and I'll clean whatever ..." I trailed off and waved my hand around.
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What was she saying? What was SHE SAYING!?
Lookin' around the room, I grabbed a stack of junk mags and started tossin' them around the room, knockin' things over. Didn't quite care. I did NOT care. Not what Buffy said, or did, because from the way I see it, this bint had to go, mighty pronto.
"Thought that was funny, eh?" I grinned, the cruelist I could muster before tossin' more magazine's around.
"Best be out in five minutes, or I'll make it the worst week you've ever been through," I muttered and grabbed my jacket before goin' to the kitchen and tryin' to find a way to get it off without ruinin' the leather.
Probably too late for that.
Bitch.
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But, I didn't. I wasn't 'evil' anymore. But, I could be. And I was. I just ... didn't act on it and such.
Tossin' the pieces in the trash and looked over at her.
"Lucky for you, I have this soul ... whatever that means," I said through clenched teeth.
I grinned though and shrugged. I'd get her back. I'm thinkin' her car needed a nice little word all over it and my keys? Were goin' to give her that. But not now. I'd wait. Until she slept. On the passenger side so she couldn't see it until someone else saw it.
"My fault, Cordy ... shouldn't have started all of this mess," I said, finally. "Gonna get a drink and I'll clean whatever ..." I trailed off and waved my hand around.
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