Evil slayer
It s dark. Damp inside of the town that lies on the hellmouth. A young man is walking down the street. A young girl comes along. Asks for a light with her deep, sexy voice. It vibrates through the tick air, touches her hair.
«You have a light?»
The man smiles. He s happy for having a cigarete lighter right now.
He takes his eyes off of her just for a little second, for a little damp second….
Something lights up the night, a reflection of somesort.
The mans throat is slashed. And a slayer is to blame.
The moon is high and the stars are hiding. A game she plays….is a game that will end the days. For her.
She is cruel. Lips red as dark, bloody rubies, it makes their mind go…..
«Are you having fun yet? Ha? Are you having fun now Faith?
I think it s not enough for you.
You need more.
I can t let you be bored.»
The badest of the bad. She is the worst of the skum that s ever walked on the face of this world. A bloody knife she will hide. Inside her clothes, deep inside her warm skin and that man s blood will stay on her for so long…..it will melt on her as a memory of a crime commited without regret, only pain and sorow but no regret, it will melt on her….
When she finally gets home, she will shower long.
«Are we having fun yet?
Is the buzz just right?
Are we having fun here tonight?»
She will shower long till the blood is gone. It s all about blood kiddies.
Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood…..
Then she will walk naked into the room, put the curtains on, not to let the sunshine in, we can t have light in our dark pit of pity, no way, no.
Sit down on the cold, hard floor. Beside the soft bed, she will cry out loud, cry like it s a lonely night.
Not a lonely night. But a lonely morning and a lonely day it will be. As all of them are.
Then night will show it s ugly face again, she will give it back the pain that needs to end.
«Can t bend the rules, what are you gonna do?
Can t bend the rules, what are you gonna do?»
Can t escape. she s traped like a rat in a maze.
The night is on. A new stranger, a new man gets on her way. A new murderous weapon she brings along.
What is it gonna take to brake her, to make her stop, stop her and walk.
Badest of the bad.
A murder just acurred. Again. And a slayer is to blame. Again.
«Are we having fun yet?
Is the buzz just right?
Are we having fun here tonight?»
What does she feel? When she can t hurt no one real.
Why does she do it? Nobody can ever prove it.
Is she a solid matter or an illusion, a vivid light? She s full of tiny little holes, it bores, she s no illusion, just a vibrant fight, enjoy the flight.
It s a fun ride.
Just like a little pony.
«Do you like riding little ponies?»
What is the answer?
What is the tale?
Take her breathe away. Make her real. Make her sing and dance. If not…..cut her loose. Get her hurt. You ll see…she ll crawl back to you.
Make her feel. If she doesn t want to just take her with you. Show her a place where the little pixies fly.
She wants to go there. It s easy.
If she doesn t want to do it on her own……then make her, snap her like a twig, you ll see, she ll go….away..
Badest of the bad.
Blood.
«Are we having fun yet?»