smile at this boy. My mind searching for a reason
as to why I was leaving with who seemed to be an
enemy. I am thankful to have such a mind like mine.
I come up with the best reason possible. I step closer
to him and I smell a hint of fear. Not a lot and not
from him.
"I am taking her to Sunnydale where her Spike is."
I say with a smile that makes me feel sick.
"If you leave with her I'll have to tell the others
about you." he says with a smile unlike my own.
"What are you talking about my son?" I ask him
eyeing him slightly.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. . . Angelus."
My eyes narrow in on him. I wonder how he knows
the truth about who I am. He stands away from me
staring into my eyes. I brace myself and glare at this
arrogant boy.
"How do you know?" I ask him with venom to my words.
"Well we are flesh and blood. Did you think you could
become the beast without my knowing?"
"Well, yes."
"My only thought to you leaving is why did you not harm
the others? Was it so you didn't call attention to your
return?"
"Well aren't we so full of questions today? Why should I tell
you anything. You are nothing to me but something
I would like to take a bite out of. Though I am not allowed
to touch you." I say looking threateningly into his eyes.
"I'm not afraid of you so don't look at me that way.
What do you mean your not allowed to bite me?"
"You know you're delaying my leaving. I have no more time
for your petty questions. Now get out of my way so I
can leave." I growl at him.
"If you leave I tell the others, the others tell
Buffy, Buffy hunts you down, no more you." he says.
"Fine, what do you want from me then?"
"Take me with you. There's no reason for me to be here
really. I'll be quiet and I won't bother you, but I want
to see the girl he fell in love with and I want to see
her gang of pathetic followers." he says to me looking
seriously into my eyes.
Knowing I can't win this battle I give in and let him
come with me. Dru moves a little in the seat and I know
she doesn't like the idea of him coming either. I ignore
the nagging sensation of wanting to drain the life out of
him. To claim back what is rightfully mine in the first
place, because it is my blood that runs through his body.
I stop thinking about killing him when I notice the look
of utter delight on his face. I know that this boy has
a great hate for life. I felt for him. It was as if he
wasn't just my son, it was if he was something greater.
He was in a place like prison for most of his life
and I'm in prison for the rest of mine. Sometimes
I wish that soul boy would kill himself from grief and
release us both.
I hop into my car and look at Dru sitting next to me.
I smile at her then I start the engine. We set off for
Sunndydale and I know its going to be a long couple of
hours with him and her. She doesn't have a soul to worry
about and he feels nothing. As for me, I am not allowed
to enjoy this freedom I have reclaimed.
The only thing I could think of right at that moment was
Buffy and those stupid fucking scoobies. How I loath them,
and yet I am drawn to them. I thought about the way her blood
tasted. Through his lips I got a taste and how strong and
sweet it was. I want more. I needed it. I was going to get
it no matter what.
End
as to why I was leaving with who seemed to be an
enemy. I am thankful to have such a mind like mine.
I come up with the best reason possible. I step closer
to him and I smell a hint of fear. Not a lot and not
from him.
"I am taking her to Sunnydale where her Spike is."
I say with a smile that makes me feel sick.
"If you leave with her I'll have to tell the others
about you." he says with a smile unlike my own.
"What are you talking about my son?" I ask him
eyeing him slightly.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. . . Angelus."
My eyes narrow in on him. I wonder how he knows
the truth about who I am. He stands away from me
staring into my eyes. I brace myself and glare at this
arrogant boy.
"How do you know?" I ask him with venom to my words.
"Well we are flesh and blood. Did you think you could
become the beast without my knowing?"
"Well, yes."
"My only thought to you leaving is why did you not harm
the others? Was it so you didn't call attention to your
return?"
"Well aren't we so full of questions today? Why should I tell
you anything. You are nothing to me but something
I would like to take a bite out of. Though I am not allowed
to touch you." I say looking threateningly into his eyes.
"I'm not afraid of you so don't look at me that way.
What do you mean your not allowed to bite me?"
"You know you're delaying my leaving. I have no more time
for your petty questions. Now get out of my way so I
can leave." I growl at him.
"If you leave I tell the others, the others tell
Buffy, Buffy hunts you down, no more you." he says.
"Fine, what do you want from me then?"
"Take me with you. There's no reason for me to be here
really. I'll be quiet and I won't bother you, but I want
to see the girl he fell in love with and I want to see
her gang of pathetic followers." he says to me looking
seriously into my eyes.
Knowing I can't win this battle I give in and let him
come with me. Dru moves a little in the seat and I know
she doesn't like the idea of him coming either. I ignore
the nagging sensation of wanting to drain the life out of
him. To claim back what is rightfully mine in the first
place, because it is my blood that runs through his body.
I stop thinking about killing him when I notice the look
of utter delight on his face. I know that this boy has
a great hate for life. I felt for him. It was as if he
wasn't just my son, it was if he was something greater.
He was in a place like prison for most of his life
and I'm in prison for the rest of mine. Sometimes
I wish that soul boy would kill himself from grief and
release us both.
I hop into my car and look at Dru sitting next to me.
I smile at her then I start the engine. We set off for
Sunndydale and I know its going to be a long couple of
hours with him and her. She doesn't have a soul to worry
about and he feels nothing. As for me, I am not allowed
to enjoy this freedom I have reclaimed.
The only thing I could think of right at that moment was
Buffy and those stupid fucking scoobies. How I loath them,
and yet I am drawn to them. I thought about the way her blood
tasted. Through his lips I got a taste and how strong and
sweet it was. I want more. I needed it. I was going to get
it no matter what.
End