Epilogue

Epilogue

Sunnydale, 1999

Puppy dogs – the ones he remembered from his youth in Galway – roamed wild and free. They were rarely ever punished by the children whom were their masters for in their eyes such animals were love in fur, and therefore never bad, even though they often were. Their little doggy lives were just one big long-playing session with master.

Some were kissed, so maybe a few had their private parts licked by children of an inquisitive nature – children like his own mistress – and the unlucky ones were beaten by the unfeeling.

Yes.

Burns, cage, and the scars of S&M not withstanding, he was a typical little puppy…the puppy of his mistresses' childhood dreaming.

She would be returning soon.

He wanted to die.

Briefly, he recollected his time outside the cage. He had tried to save the world once upon a time. It had been so easy killing the other vampires. He was going to make everything all right for the nice people.

Then The Master rose.

He'd tried his best, he'd even killed Luke, the vessel for The Harvest, but he had been too late.

All he'd done was bring them Hell.

No, this town wasn't Hell. Hell was a place where children frolicked with fluffy bunny rabbits and singing birdies compared to Sunnydale.

In Sunnydale people got dragged from their homes kicking and screaming to end up as blood vending 'machines' for The Bronze. In Sunnydale you lived in constant fear, obeying the Mayor's curfew rules or you died.

A life or none at all.

That was the life choice in this town.

Unless, 'The White Hats' found you…

According to his mistress, a small group of High School students banded together a few months after she "brought him home," with the aim of fighting back.

In a way he was flattered by the effort.

But at the end of the day Giles was kidding nobody: a Watcher and a bunch of kids facing up against The Master's army? It was madness.

Still, he persisted in praying for them – the damn fools.

The pain subsiding, he opened his eyes only for them to meet the smug leer of his idiot grandson, Xander.

"What's s'matter Xand?" he laughed, winded. "Want to see what Will likes to do with a real man?"

The vampire just winked back at him.

Yeah, you just like to jerk off…he thought exhausted. Sad Bastard…

As Willow re-entered, he said nothing.

"Aw," she said. "Did Puppy miss me?"

He grimaced hard as she moved in close to lick his cheek. "Like a hole in the head," he replied spitting in his mistress' eye.

Leather creaking, Willow backed off. "Bad Puppy!"

My name is Angel.

"My name is Angel…MY NAME IS ANGEL!" he roared in defiance.

But he soon screamed.

Bad puppies always howled….