In The Web ch15
Faith looked around the abandoned wood. It was so silent and sad...but before when she was with Connor. He put his hands over her eyes and she could hear the trees whispering to each other, it was a magical fantasy, there was something about being with Connor. Her and Connor being together it had always made things so much more special, it made the world so much brighter: "No," she whispered quietly, trying to stop thinking about him. Spike ran straight up to her face outta nowhere: "Picked up the scent, over here!" "Geez! Just because your dead doesn't mean you get to creep people out like that you know!" she followed angrily. She couldn't deal with this right now, every-time she closed her eyes she just wished that Connor had never came to Sunnydale, that this was all a dream. But when she opened her eyes she was confronted by a harsh reality. But then reality had always been harsh on her.
(In the Master's lair)
Billy hopped down the rocky steps and turned to watch the sullen Connor move down the steps with a lot less excitement. "Would you cheer up?" Billy said, messing up Connor's hair. "Don't touch me!" "Damn and I was hoping to feel you up later." "Watch your tongue before I rip it out." "Hmm... a little further down this way." Connor could smell vampires all around the dank passageways stank of their un-dead flesh. Yet none attacked, why? Maybe this was usual, wanting to see the Master. Or maybe he really was a demon so they didn't care. Fact was he didn't care.
(Damn, look at this place...) You again? (Yes, it is dangerous in here, can you smell it? It's in the walls that morbid stench of death suffering and dried blood) Yes thank you very much I can.
Connor carried on walking further and further in the labyrinth like underground. (Well I'd tell you to turn back but...) But what? You've actually started to mind your own business? (No) What then? (Well your surrounded by Vampires)
"What?!" Connor turned around and snapped back into his reality he was indeed in a large dark chamber surrounded by passageways blocked by Vampires. Small fires burnt all round. Usually this would have chilled Connor to the bone, but the only emotion he felt right now was bitter. And bitter its bitch. See bitter is sarcastic. Bitter is brave. Bitter is cruel. Bitter is arrogant. Bitter doesn't give a damn and bitter children, always comes back to bite you in the ass.
Billy practically skipped towards the chambers centre: "Oh Master! I've brought you a present!" The Master appeared slowly walking to the centre with a swooning Dru holding onto him. (Is she sane?) Doubt it
"Excellent," the Master answered tapping Billy's head in approval, "Very well done, welcome my boy." Connor looked around at all the sets of fangs with nothing that even slightly resembled fear.just contempt. He shrugged as he spoke to the Master: "A set-up?" "Hmm, yes you'll have to forgive my ceremonial soft-spot. Had to get you here, you don't mind." "I DO MIND.....so are you gonna kill me?...Balls definitely in your court." "Hmm no...I just want a taste." "A taste? You know I won't let you vamp me, I'd rather die and I would." "Who said anything about siring you or killing you, I just want a taste. Then you can go." "I don't trust you." "And I don't blame you but you don't have a choice cos with you around those pretty slayers and those damned soul vamps...who's to say they'll survive?" "I don't care about them anymore." "I think you do."
Faith looked around the abandoned wood. It was so silent and sad...but before when she was with Connor. He put his hands over her eyes and she could hear the trees whispering to each other, it was a magical fantasy, there was something about being with Connor. Her and Connor being together it had always made things so much more special, it made the world so much brighter: "No," she whispered quietly, trying to stop thinking about him. Spike ran straight up to her face outta nowhere: "Picked up the scent, over here!" "Geez! Just because your dead doesn't mean you get to creep people out like that you know!" she followed angrily. She couldn't deal with this right now, every-time she closed her eyes she just wished that Connor had never came to Sunnydale, that this was all a dream. But when she opened her eyes she was confronted by a harsh reality. But then reality had always been harsh on her.
(In the Master's lair)
Billy hopped down the rocky steps and turned to watch the sullen Connor move down the steps with a lot less excitement. "Would you cheer up?" Billy said, messing up Connor's hair. "Don't touch me!" "Damn and I was hoping to feel you up later." "Watch your tongue before I rip it out." "Hmm... a little further down this way." Connor could smell vampires all around the dank passageways stank of their un-dead flesh. Yet none attacked, why? Maybe this was usual, wanting to see the Master. Or maybe he really was a demon so they didn't care. Fact was he didn't care.
(Damn, look at this place...) You again? (Yes, it is dangerous in here, can you smell it? It's in the walls that morbid stench of death suffering and dried blood) Yes thank you very much I can.
Connor carried on walking further and further in the labyrinth like underground. (Well I'd tell you to turn back but...) But what? You've actually started to mind your own business? (No) What then? (Well your surrounded by Vampires)
"What?!" Connor turned around and snapped back into his reality he was indeed in a large dark chamber surrounded by passageways blocked by Vampires. Small fires burnt all round. Usually this would have chilled Connor to the bone, but the only emotion he felt right now was bitter. And bitter its bitch. See bitter is sarcastic. Bitter is brave. Bitter is cruel. Bitter is arrogant. Bitter doesn't give a damn and bitter children, always comes back to bite you in the ass.
Billy practically skipped towards the chambers centre: "Oh Master! I've brought you a present!" The Master appeared slowly walking to the centre with a swooning Dru holding onto him. (Is she sane?) Doubt it
"Excellent," the Master answered tapping Billy's head in approval, "Very well done, welcome my boy." Connor looked around at all the sets of fangs with nothing that even slightly resembled fear.just contempt. He shrugged as he spoke to the Master: "A set-up?" "Hmm, yes you'll have to forgive my ceremonial soft-spot. Had to get you here, you don't mind." "I DO MIND.....so are you gonna kill me?...Balls definitely in your court." "Hmm no...I just want a taste." "A taste? You know I won't let you vamp me, I'd rather die and I would." "Who said anything about siring you or killing you, I just want a taste. Then you can go." "I don't trust you." "And I don't blame you but you don't have a choice cos with you around those pretty slayers and those damned soul vamps...who's to say they'll survive?" "I don't care about them anymore." "I think you do."