And Another Thing.....
Wildecate@hotmail.com
I own nothing, nothing at all.
R - for language
Spike rants to himself quietly.
There isn't much to it. Being a demon I mean. Perhaps I should say ex-demon cos I don't count anymore. Big Bad is now Big Sad. What's the point in snarling when even the little witch knows you can't follow through? Can't even go out looking for a fight anymore with coming down with a stonking migraine. Which leaves me here as usual. Stuck in this crypt watching the sun shadow crawl down the wall until it completely disappears meaning I can head out.
This place is a mess. There's fag ends and empty bottles all over the place and I know that it disgusts them when they deign to come over here. It used to irritate me but I don't care any more. I've gotten used to the way Buffy wrinkles up that little nose of hers at the smell of this place. Have you heard the age old joke? Did you know that vampires had moved in next to the pig farm? What about the smell? The pigs don't mind. Not funny.
Did I mention I was bored? I am. Very. I used to kill for pleasure once. I used to kill to watch my baby scream with delight. And then for a while I killed to punish everyone for the way I was feeling when she fucked off to wherever the hell she went. And now I don't kill at all. I kill demons but it isn't the same. There's no real loss of life there. I might as well wear baggy trousers and call myself Xander if it goes on like this.
This is ridiculous - you might call this soul searching except I'm not currently cursed with a soul - or blessed, depending on how you look at it. I mean, let's face it - having a soul automatically puts you with the good guys despite the craving for blood. On this point I would just like to add that I am quite happy living without that blessing. It would make my unlife a lot easier if the whatever they call themselves, Scooby Gang, trusted me cos lets face it, it's not like I can do anything to harm them and seem to spend a fair amount of time saving their arses. On the other hand, if having soul means ending up like my old mate Angel I think I'll pass.
Another twenty minutes or so until sunset and then she'll come through that door, mouth full of sarcasm and blow me away. She cam make me feel an inch tall but you know the stupid thing, I'm counting the minutes until she does that. One day I think that I'll grab her before she opens that pretty mouth of hers and kiss her so hard she won't know what has hit her. Admittedly the joy of that would be severely shortened by the fact that that is the thing that is absolutely guaranteed to get me staked.
What a way to go.
Did I mention that I haven't had a decent shag in months? I'm not including that dappy tart Harmony. There was some prostitute somewhere up north and before then, a long time before then there was Drusilla. And I was always faithful to her. Loyalty isn't something that comes naturally to us but to me I couldn't even look at anyone else while she was around. She filled my world right up to the point when Angelus returned. And yes, like the Slayer I do differentiate between them because there is a difference. It's more noticeable to me because I spent years with Angelus. To be faced with Angel after knowing the cruelty of Angelus was quite a shock and we knew who to blame. The girl who I'm currently counting the minutes for. Fortunately for my reputation no one knows this.
I've been sitting watching the sun slide down the wall for the last three and half hours. I haven't had a drink today, yet although I'm sure once she's flounced out of here in her tight little trousers and silly little boots, I'll need one. I've run out of cigarettes which means that I'll have to head out tonight to buy some more. I know she doesn't approve but I don't reckon she's got to grips with the idea that lung cancer isn't a problem for me anymore.
And another thing........
"Hey Slayer"
Wildecate@hotmail.com
I own nothing, nothing at all.
R - for language
Spike rants to himself quietly.
There isn't much to it. Being a demon I mean. Perhaps I should say ex-demon cos I don't count anymore. Big Bad is now Big Sad. What's the point in snarling when even the little witch knows you can't follow through? Can't even go out looking for a fight anymore with coming down with a stonking migraine. Which leaves me here as usual. Stuck in this crypt watching the sun shadow crawl down the wall until it completely disappears meaning I can head out.
This place is a mess. There's fag ends and empty bottles all over the place and I know that it disgusts them when they deign to come over here. It used to irritate me but I don't care any more. I've gotten used to the way Buffy wrinkles up that little nose of hers at the smell of this place. Have you heard the age old joke? Did you know that vampires had moved in next to the pig farm? What about the smell? The pigs don't mind. Not funny.
Did I mention I was bored? I am. Very. I used to kill for pleasure once. I used to kill to watch my baby scream with delight. And then for a while I killed to punish everyone for the way I was feeling when she fucked off to wherever the hell she went. And now I don't kill at all. I kill demons but it isn't the same. There's no real loss of life there. I might as well wear baggy trousers and call myself Xander if it goes on like this.
This is ridiculous - you might call this soul searching except I'm not currently cursed with a soul - or blessed, depending on how you look at it. I mean, let's face it - having a soul automatically puts you with the good guys despite the craving for blood. On this point I would just like to add that I am quite happy living without that blessing. It would make my unlife a lot easier if the whatever they call themselves, Scooby Gang, trusted me cos lets face it, it's not like I can do anything to harm them and seem to spend a fair amount of time saving their arses. On the other hand, if having soul means ending up like my old mate Angel I think I'll pass.
Another twenty minutes or so until sunset and then she'll come through that door, mouth full of sarcasm and blow me away. She cam make me feel an inch tall but you know the stupid thing, I'm counting the minutes until she does that. One day I think that I'll grab her before she opens that pretty mouth of hers and kiss her so hard she won't know what has hit her. Admittedly the joy of that would be severely shortened by the fact that that is the thing that is absolutely guaranteed to get me staked.
What a way to go.
Did I mention that I haven't had a decent shag in months? I'm not including that dappy tart Harmony. There was some prostitute somewhere up north and before then, a long time before then there was Drusilla. And I was always faithful to her. Loyalty isn't something that comes naturally to us but to me I couldn't even look at anyone else while she was around. She filled my world right up to the point when Angelus returned. And yes, like the Slayer I do differentiate between them because there is a difference. It's more noticeable to me because I spent years with Angelus. To be faced with Angel after knowing the cruelty of Angelus was quite a shock and we knew who to blame. The girl who I'm currently counting the minutes for. Fortunately for my reputation no one knows this.
I've been sitting watching the sun slide down the wall for the last three and half hours. I haven't had a drink today, yet although I'm sure once she's flounced out of here in her tight little trousers and silly little boots, I'll need one. I've run out of cigarettes which means that I'll have to head out tonight to buy some more. I know she doesn't approve but I don't reckon she's got to grips with the idea that lung cancer isn't a problem for me anymore.
And another thing........
"Hey Slayer"