Title: With these things i'll never say

Series: Met Nater

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Time. It's all relative, you know? Days pass, I smoke, fuck, slay, and that's it. I don't feel time.
I guess that's how a slayer should live anyways. This way, we don't have to worry about dying from anyone. Just too bad it's too late for that.

I have too many friends, and they always make sure I know that they care. Hell, even Spike cares, who'dda thunk it? Dead boy, sure, but he loves anyone who's not denying their chance at changing, redemption and such. And a heartbeat is preferrable.

Oh god, here we go AGAIN…

I hear some noises, I sit on the tombstone, and I wait for a hand to break through the mud. Yep. Are we on schedule? If I wore a watch I would see if they're all this slow or if it's just me.
They just woke up to a life where they're stronger than anyone, and it takes them a lousy 15 minutes to dig out of a grave? Are we talking waste or what. I'm not going to be the first to
applaude Lucifer on picking the smartest ones out to be her minions.

"Woozy?" He turns, his eyes all yellow. Yikes. "Didn't anyone tell you that white and yellow is out this season pal?" All fanged out, 5 bucks he thinks he's gonna suck me dry.

"Sorry, not tonight shorty." Poof. I love that sound. It's so, refreshing, one could say. Yeech, even blondies way of speech is rubbing off on me. Buffy did all this so much better than me. Then again, she had watchers all the time, even if she saw Merrick die, that's nothing
against seeing Kakistos slay Jess infront of me. Nothing.

I think she would have liked Sunnydale now. All happy-happy. Except for that she's gone, of course. Kate and Cordy. And they say cops are usually the butch ones. Bah. I don't think either of em can even spell it.

Willow and Tara. Pink cotton candy if I ever saw it, they remind me of those small, utterly adorable animal babies B was so fond of.

Spike all courtsy towards Dru, who got back in town. Apparantly, the demon got too boring, and nothing could quite cheer her up as Spikey can. And William does his best, I'm sure. I hear Miss Edith holds her tea parties daily.

Xander and Anya, well, they're X-man and demon chick. He still have trouble finding words, she's still as subtle as a bulldozer. Nothing new there.

Dawn, well, I think she has a boyfriend, I guess I should actually talk to her sometime, let her know I appreciate our friendship. I haven't been big on the talking with the living lately.

Even G-man has a chick, believe it or not.

And old girl Darla is back in town, and she blows em all away. I'm laughing, but I have good reasons to. I mean, leave it to me to bond with a 400 and something year old vampire who's brought more death and tragedy on the world than Angelus, and then share her bed.

But you know, everyone softens up a bit when they get a soul. And she's horribly sarcastic too knife-sharp dry humor, one of few I know who doesn't need swords to cut things to pieces.. Every god damned day you can bet she will bug me about the frickin' pig blood until I agree to help her rob one of SunnyD's numerous blood banks.

Wicked easy, considering that all of this town's dictionaries conveniently left out the explanation of "security" and replaced it with a picture of an open door instead.

Sides, she's got style, and hooked herself up with the finest joint this place could cough up. Not some creepy little crypt, but a nice, big, expensive place decorated with lots and lots of her ancient stuff and curtains thick enough to dodge bullets. And there's a jacuzzi. No wonder I stay there so much. If I can't have my favorite blonde, I'll settle for next best, and she's without a doubt that.

That's how I get my kicks these days, trailing the streets and graveyards, lusting for action, before I retreat back to the heart of this town, back to the safety of the dark behind those walls.

Hiding from the light of day, all alone with these things I'll never say.

TBC