A/N: I won't comment this chapter and that chapter, because it is all carefully planned and all that and it will end on a high note and stuff. I'm going for the more poetic and literally style still, so if you are a lesser reader you might not understand some words or sumthin. That you can ask. And tell how am I doing, 'cause I'm very proud of this chapter and stuff!"
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Chappie 5 - "Preparation"
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After 152 days
"I, Elizabeth 'Boffy' Summer swear to love and cherish my one and only true love William 'Spike' O'Conner, childe of Angle, to be his fuckslutwhore and make him marshmallows to which he's so addicted, because he saved my heart and soul from my abusive boyfriend Rilee, " sweared to herself the vanilla-like blonde girl whilst applying her vanilla-scented perfume to her vanilla-colored wedding dress, not knowing that she was being watched by the platinum blonde English, standing under the burning fiery sun, purring softly as he remembered his cold dead seed swimming in the Chosen One's womb and simultaneously crying "Cor!", his sharp high-cheekbones covered in his bloody tears, because he couldn't be her man, her soulmate, for he already gave his hand and other parts to that nummy whelp Xander and begat a Baby, a supernatural mighty male vampire-slayer with two eyes, one steely blue and the other chocolate, soon to arrive in this world and be adored by everyone, thought heavy thoughts Will the Bloody his Bloody tears pouring outside his eye sockets and therefore not noticing yet another watcher watching him, a Red Head, who was telepatically reading his thoughts and, as the graveness of them pounded her head with anvils, loudly whispering "Oh, Goddess...", and finally shimmering unkempt into a dark pools of darkness, in her quest to find Ethan Rain, the old Chaos Overlord and lover of Rupert 'Ripper' Guiles, for only he could save their Realm now...
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A woman, tall woman, woman with blond hair and dark roots, for her hair wasn't exactly blond all the time, only this time, the hard, somber and probably the last time, was kneeling in the middle of the room, tapestried with flowers like lillies and daisies, only red, color of gore, of blood and everything else that can seem Dark and scary to you, dear reader of mine, and was lighting thin candles one by one, which were shining like lightning one after another, one after another, one after another and another after one. A heavy dusty book with a few funky dinosaures was drew on the surface in front of the woman, and she (the woman, not the book, 'cause I would refer to the book as it, it being the object that is inanimate, not a living, breathing, maybe not breathing, but moving without being moved object and other objects as well) was loudly reading the leafs of the book, and each leaf whispered around in a voice, sharp voice, screechy voice, dangerous voice, soprano voice and voice of good, saint whisperers. She was praying for her love life, and her last husband, and the guy, who was taken from her by the innocent vampire, vampire with a soul No.2, and she was Anya, the last vengeance demon, for the dark times were about to come and she knew better than that, better than this, and all the times that came across were nothing more than garbage, that survived. "I'm your twin! I'm a good twin, and you're bad twin! Tell me anything, if you can!"
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…The Red Head floated and floated in the darkest darkness that had ever darked, feeling all disembodied and dirty and cursing her owner, the Witch, who sent only her and her alone and even didn't kempt her or comb the hair, so that they were floating around everywhere she flew and getting into her eyes and sometimes bedraggling into the branches of the trees, except where she flew had been no trees, so she just got into the windy blows, and other waves and stuff, and then she chanted as to get out of it, and she succeeded, and the volcanoes and sunsets were surrounding her, and once she even dreamed the chocolate farm, where animals where chocolate-y and farmers were also bitter, but she couldn't fall asleep because she could get into danger, so she dreamt with her eyes open. With eyes open dreamt she.
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…The Overlord was standing on a highest peak of the daring cliff, pitched high belong the skies, and watching at his chaotic Revessence, and thinking of the End of Days, and great battle, and all the stuff that you usually think when you are a ruler of a ominous world and hear sounds and bits of sky falling here and there and all signs indicate that this will be the end and the only help is some head, flying to you for some reason and you are contemplating all of that whilst standing of the shabby cartonesque paper hill, which can dive down every minute that you move your finger, leg or two legs even, and you shout a load out and hope that no one hears and no one near, because if it is, you might have done the highest mistake of your unlively life…
Awaiting for revies!
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Chappie 5 - "Preparation"
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After 152 days
"I, Elizabeth 'Boffy' Summer swear to love and cherish my one and only true love William 'Spike' O'Conner, childe of Angle, to be his fuckslutwhore and make him marshmallows to which he's so addicted, because he saved my heart and soul from my abusive boyfriend Rilee, " sweared to herself the vanilla-like blonde girl whilst applying her vanilla-scented perfume to her vanilla-colored wedding dress, not knowing that she was being watched by the platinum blonde English, standing under the burning fiery sun, purring softly as he remembered his cold dead seed swimming in the Chosen One's womb and simultaneously crying "Cor!", his sharp high-cheekbones covered in his bloody tears, because he couldn't be her man, her soulmate, for he already gave his hand and other parts to that nummy whelp Xander and begat a Baby, a supernatural mighty male vampire-slayer with two eyes, one steely blue and the other chocolate, soon to arrive in this world and be adored by everyone, thought heavy thoughts Will the Bloody his Bloody tears pouring outside his eye sockets and therefore not noticing yet another watcher watching him, a Red Head, who was telepatically reading his thoughts and, as the graveness of them pounded her head with anvils, loudly whispering "Oh, Goddess...", and finally shimmering unkempt into a dark pools of darkness, in her quest to find Ethan Rain, the old Chaos Overlord and lover of Rupert 'Ripper' Guiles, for only he could save their Realm now...
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A woman, tall woman, woman with blond hair and dark roots, for her hair wasn't exactly blond all the time, only this time, the hard, somber and probably the last time, was kneeling in the middle of the room, tapestried with flowers like lillies and daisies, only red, color of gore, of blood and everything else that can seem Dark and scary to you, dear reader of mine, and was lighting thin candles one by one, which were shining like lightning one after another, one after another, one after another and another after one. A heavy dusty book with a few funky dinosaures was drew on the surface in front of the woman, and she (the woman, not the book, 'cause I would refer to the book as it, it being the object that is inanimate, not a living, breathing, maybe not breathing, but moving without being moved object and other objects as well) was loudly reading the leafs of the book, and each leaf whispered around in a voice, sharp voice, screechy voice, dangerous voice, soprano voice and voice of good, saint whisperers. She was praying for her love life, and her last husband, and the guy, who was taken from her by the innocent vampire, vampire with a soul No.2, and she was Anya, the last vengeance demon, for the dark times were about to come and she knew better than that, better than this, and all the times that came across were nothing more than garbage, that survived. "I'm your twin! I'm a good twin, and you're bad twin! Tell me anything, if you can!"
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…The Red Head floated and floated in the darkest darkness that had ever darked, feeling all disembodied and dirty and cursing her owner, the Witch, who sent only her and her alone and even didn't kempt her or comb the hair, so that they were floating around everywhere she flew and getting into her eyes and sometimes bedraggling into the branches of the trees, except where she flew had been no trees, so she just got into the windy blows, and other waves and stuff, and then she chanted as to get out of it, and she succeeded, and the volcanoes and sunsets were surrounding her, and once she even dreamed the chocolate farm, where animals where chocolate-y and farmers were also bitter, but she couldn't fall asleep because she could get into danger, so she dreamt with her eyes open. With eyes open dreamt she.
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…The Overlord was standing on a highest peak of the daring cliff, pitched high belong the skies, and watching at his chaotic Revessence, and thinking of the End of Days, and great battle, and all the stuff that you usually think when you are a ruler of a ominous world and hear sounds and bits of sky falling here and there and all signs indicate that this will be the end and the only help is some head, flying to you for some reason and you are contemplating all of that whilst standing of the shabby cartonesque paper hill, which can dive down every minute that you move your finger, leg or two legs even, and you shout a load out and hope that no one hears and no one near, because if it is, you might have done the highest mistake of your unlively life…
Awaiting for revies!