Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. The song is linkin park's and Spike belongs to Joss ( I bow before him!)
When I saw her in the alley that night I was convinced that she was going to change my life. Whether I liked it or not. I was upset at the moment. The love of my "life" had just told me that I was beneath her. But then I saw her. She was beautiful, in an exotic sort of way. Her dark hair and eyes had something different and mystic about them. Something brilliantly mad. She had confirmed her madness later when she talked about frying fishies. But at the moment I was intrigued. So I went to her when she called to me, not questioning how she knew my name. Just going with it. She offered me something amazing, something beautiful, something effulgent. And I took her up on that offer. Something I'd soon regret.
When I woke up, she had a little girl in her hands, getting ready to feed me for the first time. I remember being repulsed and telling her to at least get something older. She ended up killing the girl instead and told me that if she couldn't find something to my liking that I should go do it myself. So I did. And boy was the "love" surprised when I showed up at her door not five hours after my funeral.
I may not have enjoyed eating children, but the hunt of older people was fun! Especially criminals. I earned my nickname during the big railway craze in America. See, I always had a thing for railroads. They were big and fast and you could see the sites just through the windows. My affinity with the rails soon led me to the shipping yards off the coast in England. They had huge boxes of railroad spikes. And it was then when I discovered just how much FUN it was to punch them into peoples heads and various other body parts. Well it was then. It's different now. And the railways spikes just don't tickle my fancy any more.
My Dark Princess, has long left me and now for some reason I'm different. I find myself not wanting to some of the things that used to make me, me. Now instead my head's filled with visions of dying slayers and little sisters. And I'm more worried about if they'll make it through the night than I am myself. I don't feel like killing, not anymore. But, just because I don't feel like killing doesn't mean I'm incapable of doing other awful stuff. And I have. I have done the one thing that was guaranteed to push her away. I. Tried. To. Rape. Her. That fact alone makes me realize that it's still there. That the demon will never leave. It's right beneath the skin. So I have to do something about that. And that's where I'm at right now. I'm going to do something about it, right now. There's this demon guy in Africa. Apparently he's the head honcho over there and does some wicked powerful spells. I'm gonna need one for what I'm going to do. I'm getting my soul back.
When I saw her in the alley that night I was convinced that she was going to change my life. Whether I liked it or not. I was upset at the moment. The love of my "life" had just told me that I was beneath her. But then I saw her. She was beautiful, in an exotic sort of way. Her dark hair and eyes had something different and mystic about them. Something brilliantly mad. She had confirmed her madness later when she talked about frying fishies. But at the moment I was intrigued. So I went to her when she called to me, not questioning how she knew my name. Just going with it. She offered me something amazing, something beautiful, something effulgent. And I took her up on that offer. Something I'd soon regret.
When I woke up, she had a little girl in her hands, getting ready to feed me for the first time. I remember being repulsed and telling her to at least get something older. She ended up killing the girl instead and told me that if she couldn't find something to my liking that I should go do it myself. So I did. And boy was the "love" surprised when I showed up at her door not five hours after my funeral.
I may not have enjoyed eating children, but the hunt of older people was fun! Especially criminals. I earned my nickname during the big railway craze in America. See, I always had a thing for railroads. They were big and fast and you could see the sites just through the windows. My affinity with the rails soon led me to the shipping yards off the coast in England. They had huge boxes of railroad spikes. And it was then when I discovered just how much FUN it was to punch them into peoples heads and various other body parts. Well it was then. It's different now. And the railways spikes just don't tickle my fancy any more.
My Dark Princess, has long left me and now for some reason I'm different. I find myself not wanting to some of the things that used to make me, me. Now instead my head's filled with visions of dying slayers and little sisters. And I'm more worried about if they'll make it through the night than I am myself. I don't feel like killing, not anymore. But, just because I don't feel like killing doesn't mean I'm incapable of doing other awful stuff. And I have. I have done the one thing that was guaranteed to push her away. I. Tried. To. Rape. Her. That fact alone makes me realize that it's still there. That the demon will never leave. It's right beneath the skin. So I have to do something about that. And that's where I'm at right now. I'm going to do something about it, right now. There's this demon guy in Africa. Apparently he's the head honcho over there and does some wicked powerful spells. I'm gonna need one for what I'm going to do. I'm getting my soul back.