Ok I know I promised a massacre but I'm not really sure how to do that, I'm still leading up to it. The inspiration for this chapter was me waiting for the bus in the rain. WARNING: This could be getting too slashy for some people!!! Personally I don't see it as slash, but it may be for other people And I know it's jumped a bit, probably not what you were expecting but I got a bit stuck. Also... I need reviews please!! Any ideas for how to get revenge on the Watchers would be appreciated with a huge smile. I might get stuck if I don't have reviews!!!
I sat on the railing opposite the large house next to the streetlamp. Rain soaked me to the skin and I shivered, wishing for the umpteenth time that night that Darla would hurry up and catch us someone to eat before I froze to death - again. A droplet of water fell onto my nose from one of my curls, which were now falling into my eyes, as I miserably watched her flirting with a group of young men through the window.
You'd think, after everything I'd been through in the last week, I would have received special treatment. You know, best blood, plenty of attention. But no. Three days later, and it seemed Angelus had forgotten all about the Watcher incident, forgotten about me. He'd disappeared yesterday with Drusilla. Apparently they were doing some Sire/Childe bonding thing, which basically meant he'd be shagging her senseless. I had no idea how long they would be away, he could come back tomorrow or he could come back next month. It was a bit inconsiderate of him if you ask me. Didn't he promise us a massacre?
So anyway, right now, I'm stuck with Darla. I don't think she's particularly happy about Angelus going off with Dru either, she feels the same way about me as I do about her. Hate.
She laughed suddenly, entrancing all those men by her dazzling smile, it up by the fire inside. Warm, dry... Why was it I couldn't go in again? Oh yeah, cos I'd attract too much attention. How, exactly? I was brought up on parties like that, I'd fit in like a – well, ok, so maybe I wouldn't fit in brilliantly but at least I'd be warm and dry.
Only now, I was sitting looking like a drowned rat because Darla told me to wait outside. I swear, sometimes she just does it to torture me. I wondered how she was going to get home. There was no way she would walk. She'd probably get a cab, but she wouldn't let me in because I was soaked.
Another droplet fell onto my nose, merging with a couple of others and then dripping down the front of my shirt. God, I'm so damn hungry!! It's not fair, it's really not. I'm still not completely healed, although I do have some use of my right hand now, and my ribs have mostly healed up. It'll take another day or so before I'm back to normal.
Darla had moved away from the window now and I couldn't see her. There were lights on in the house, and I could hear the sounds of the party and snippets of conversation. The street was empty, and the river behind me was loud and frightening. I don't like water much.
It's at times like this when I really, really want my sire around. I hate being alone, I always have. Once, Angelus locked me in my room and left me there for a week, just bringing up blood for me. It was horrible, I was so desperate for company.
I wish Angelus was here. He'd include me in the hunt, even if it meant a beating later because I'd done something wrong, he'd let me join in. Not like Darla.
What's taking her so long? Surely it doesn't take an hour to find one person in a party who'll go home with a beautiful woman. She's probably enjoying herself too much. I bet she's forgotten about me too.
I'm still annoyed about that. Angelus said we'd all go and kill those Watchers when I was healed. Well I'm practically healed now and he's gone on holiday! Three bloody days, that's all it took for him to mess up my life again. Maybe I'd be better off without him.
What am I thinking?! You can't survive without your Sire, Will, you're the pathetic fledgling remember?
Argh. I ran a hand through my hair and jumped of the railing, turning round to lean on it and watch the river. It was choppy and dangerous. I know water can't harm me but I don't like it. Especially not rivers. When I was human, I had a little sister who drowned in the river, fell in one day and couldn't swim. She was only two.
Suddenly a hand tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped. Turning round, I saw that there was now a cab outside the house and the guy who'd tapped me must be the driver.
"'Scuse me mate, the madam over there says to go home." He motioned to a woman who I realised was Darla. Then he looked at me sympathetically. "I'm sorry mate, but its just what she asked me to say."
I blushed furiously as I realised what the man meant. He thought I was a homeless tramp. He walked back to the cab and I watched Darla climb in, followed by a young man. At least she had someone to eat. But why did I have to wait for her? I stood in the rain for over an hour waiting for her and then she won't even let me into the cab, I have to make my own way home. What a predictable little bitch.
So I began to make my own way home. I had hours before dawn but I wanted to get home and dry and hopefully go to bed where Darla couldn't find me.
When I got home Darla was nowhere to be seen. She'd left the half drained carcass of the man in the kitchen and I picked it up and drank the rest. It was cold and I was pissed off because I needed warm human blood to make me warmer.
After finding Cassie and having a pretty snappy exchange of insults, I learned that Darla had gone to bed. So I told Cassie to light a fire and went to bed myself. I doubt Cassie lit the fire, she's a stubborn little cow, won't last long round here once things get back to normal.
But I went to bed and watched the sun rise through the curtains. Daemon, Cassie and the others all slept downstairs, and Darla slept on the first floor. My room was on the very top floor, and it was cold and empty without Dru in the room next door or beside me in bed. The house was silent and I began to pine for Angelus again.
I know it's pathetic but he's my Sire! He looks after me, and even when he's in the foulest mood possible, he pays attention to me. It's hard to describe, but lying there in the cold room, I felt lonely. I wanted Angelus.
I crept out of my room and down the stairs quietly so Darla didn't hear. I knew which stair creaked and which didn't, because I had to get up first every night, and Darla didn't like to be woken by me. I paused once I got to the first floor. Darla was sleeping in the room she and Angelus shared sometimes. But Angelus also had his own private room at the other end of the corridor, and I headed for that one.
I'd been in here a lot. Sometimes we would sleep in the same bed here, if Angelus wanted too. I always wanted too, because I'm needy and pathetic, but he usually preferred to be with Darla. We haven't slept in the same bed for ages now. When I was first turned, Drusilla, Angelus and I used to sleep together. I liked that, but I liked it more when it was just Angelus. He did this thing where he would rest a hand on the back of my neck which was both possessive and caring. I miss that. I miss him, and he's only been gone twenty four hours.
Although the bed was just there, I didn't feel like getting in it just yet. The room was much nicer than mine. The whole place smelt of Angelus. It was directly above the sitting room, where Cassie had lit the fire – yes, I could feel it, she had actually lit it – so the room was nice and warm. There was a huge oak wardrobe covering one wall, but that didn't even house half of Angelus' clothes, there were plenty of other wardrobes in the other rooms that were also full. Alongside the bed was a large, expensive mahogany desk with all kinds of pens and inks that he used. I ran a hand over it, and there wasn't a speck of dust. Angelus always was a perfectionist.
I know it was snooping, but I wanted to look through the drawers too. In the top one there was just more pens, quills, pencils and inks, with some letter paper in there too. In the next one there were various letters and documents, most of them to do with keeping the house and human authorities. If anything ever got too dangerous, Drusilla would handle it, and if she couldn't we would move on, simple as that. There were a couple of letters from other vampires, including one from the Master to Darla which was unopened. I couldn't help thinking that Angelus must've hidden it from her.
But in the next drawer I stopped. There were folders of pictures, all drawn in charcoal. Darla, Drusilla... me. There were loads. Every different emotion, captured perfectly. I never knew Angelus could draw. I stared at the ones of me for a long time. It had been three years since I had seen myself. Was this really what I looked like? My hair is awful, not like Angelus'.
After a while of looking through the pictures, I put them away neatly and stood up. I climbed into Angelus' bed, breathing in the familiar Sire smell of blood, sweat, leather, iron and sulphur. A comforting smell. I curled up in the sheets to surround myself with the smell, and then maybe I could pretend he was with me, a hand on my neck, his breath on my hair, and then the stillness when he fell asleep and stopped breathing. I smiled contentedly and burrowed deeper, falling asleep in a small bubble of security.
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I sat on the railing opposite the large house next to the streetlamp. Rain soaked me to the skin and I shivered, wishing for the umpteenth time that night that Darla would hurry up and catch us someone to eat before I froze to death - again. A droplet of water fell onto my nose from one of my curls, which were now falling into my eyes, as I miserably watched her flirting with a group of young men through the window.
You'd think, after everything I'd been through in the last week, I would have received special treatment. You know, best blood, plenty of attention. But no. Three days later, and it seemed Angelus had forgotten all about the Watcher incident, forgotten about me. He'd disappeared yesterday with Drusilla. Apparently they were doing some Sire/Childe bonding thing, which basically meant he'd be shagging her senseless. I had no idea how long they would be away, he could come back tomorrow or he could come back next month. It was a bit inconsiderate of him if you ask me. Didn't he promise us a massacre?
So anyway, right now, I'm stuck with Darla. I don't think she's particularly happy about Angelus going off with Dru either, she feels the same way about me as I do about her. Hate.
She laughed suddenly, entrancing all those men by her dazzling smile, it up by the fire inside. Warm, dry... Why was it I couldn't go in again? Oh yeah, cos I'd attract too much attention. How, exactly? I was brought up on parties like that, I'd fit in like a – well, ok, so maybe I wouldn't fit in brilliantly but at least I'd be warm and dry.
Only now, I was sitting looking like a drowned rat because Darla told me to wait outside. I swear, sometimes she just does it to torture me. I wondered how she was going to get home. There was no way she would walk. She'd probably get a cab, but she wouldn't let me in because I was soaked.
Another droplet fell onto my nose, merging with a couple of others and then dripping down the front of my shirt. God, I'm so damn hungry!! It's not fair, it's really not. I'm still not completely healed, although I do have some use of my right hand now, and my ribs have mostly healed up. It'll take another day or so before I'm back to normal.
Darla had moved away from the window now and I couldn't see her. There were lights on in the house, and I could hear the sounds of the party and snippets of conversation. The street was empty, and the river behind me was loud and frightening. I don't like water much.
It's at times like this when I really, really want my sire around. I hate being alone, I always have. Once, Angelus locked me in my room and left me there for a week, just bringing up blood for me. It was horrible, I was so desperate for company.
I wish Angelus was here. He'd include me in the hunt, even if it meant a beating later because I'd done something wrong, he'd let me join in. Not like Darla.
What's taking her so long? Surely it doesn't take an hour to find one person in a party who'll go home with a beautiful woman. She's probably enjoying herself too much. I bet she's forgotten about me too.
I'm still annoyed about that. Angelus said we'd all go and kill those Watchers when I was healed. Well I'm practically healed now and he's gone on holiday! Three bloody days, that's all it took for him to mess up my life again. Maybe I'd be better off without him.
What am I thinking?! You can't survive without your Sire, Will, you're the pathetic fledgling remember?
Argh. I ran a hand through my hair and jumped of the railing, turning round to lean on it and watch the river. It was choppy and dangerous. I know water can't harm me but I don't like it. Especially not rivers. When I was human, I had a little sister who drowned in the river, fell in one day and couldn't swim. She was only two.
Suddenly a hand tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped. Turning round, I saw that there was now a cab outside the house and the guy who'd tapped me must be the driver.
"'Scuse me mate, the madam over there says to go home." He motioned to a woman who I realised was Darla. Then he looked at me sympathetically. "I'm sorry mate, but its just what she asked me to say."
I blushed furiously as I realised what the man meant. He thought I was a homeless tramp. He walked back to the cab and I watched Darla climb in, followed by a young man. At least she had someone to eat. But why did I have to wait for her? I stood in the rain for over an hour waiting for her and then she won't even let me into the cab, I have to make my own way home. What a predictable little bitch.
So I began to make my own way home. I had hours before dawn but I wanted to get home and dry and hopefully go to bed where Darla couldn't find me.
When I got home Darla was nowhere to be seen. She'd left the half drained carcass of the man in the kitchen and I picked it up and drank the rest. It was cold and I was pissed off because I needed warm human blood to make me warmer.
After finding Cassie and having a pretty snappy exchange of insults, I learned that Darla had gone to bed. So I told Cassie to light a fire and went to bed myself. I doubt Cassie lit the fire, she's a stubborn little cow, won't last long round here once things get back to normal.
But I went to bed and watched the sun rise through the curtains. Daemon, Cassie and the others all slept downstairs, and Darla slept on the first floor. My room was on the very top floor, and it was cold and empty without Dru in the room next door or beside me in bed. The house was silent and I began to pine for Angelus again.
I know it's pathetic but he's my Sire! He looks after me, and even when he's in the foulest mood possible, he pays attention to me. It's hard to describe, but lying there in the cold room, I felt lonely. I wanted Angelus.
I crept out of my room and down the stairs quietly so Darla didn't hear. I knew which stair creaked and which didn't, because I had to get up first every night, and Darla didn't like to be woken by me. I paused once I got to the first floor. Darla was sleeping in the room she and Angelus shared sometimes. But Angelus also had his own private room at the other end of the corridor, and I headed for that one.
I'd been in here a lot. Sometimes we would sleep in the same bed here, if Angelus wanted too. I always wanted too, because I'm needy and pathetic, but he usually preferred to be with Darla. We haven't slept in the same bed for ages now. When I was first turned, Drusilla, Angelus and I used to sleep together. I liked that, but I liked it more when it was just Angelus. He did this thing where he would rest a hand on the back of my neck which was both possessive and caring. I miss that. I miss him, and he's only been gone twenty four hours.
Although the bed was just there, I didn't feel like getting in it just yet. The room was much nicer than mine. The whole place smelt of Angelus. It was directly above the sitting room, where Cassie had lit the fire – yes, I could feel it, she had actually lit it – so the room was nice and warm. There was a huge oak wardrobe covering one wall, but that didn't even house half of Angelus' clothes, there were plenty of other wardrobes in the other rooms that were also full. Alongside the bed was a large, expensive mahogany desk with all kinds of pens and inks that he used. I ran a hand over it, and there wasn't a speck of dust. Angelus always was a perfectionist.
I know it was snooping, but I wanted to look through the drawers too. In the top one there was just more pens, quills, pencils and inks, with some letter paper in there too. In the next one there were various letters and documents, most of them to do with keeping the house and human authorities. If anything ever got too dangerous, Drusilla would handle it, and if she couldn't we would move on, simple as that. There were a couple of letters from other vampires, including one from the Master to Darla which was unopened. I couldn't help thinking that Angelus must've hidden it from her.
But in the next drawer I stopped. There were folders of pictures, all drawn in charcoal. Darla, Drusilla... me. There were loads. Every different emotion, captured perfectly. I never knew Angelus could draw. I stared at the ones of me for a long time. It had been three years since I had seen myself. Was this really what I looked like? My hair is awful, not like Angelus'.
After a while of looking through the pictures, I put them away neatly and stood up. I climbed into Angelus' bed, breathing in the familiar Sire smell of blood, sweat, leather, iron and sulphur. A comforting smell. I curled up in the sheets to surround myself with the smell, and then maybe I could pretend he was with me, a hand on my neck, his breath on my hair, and then the stillness when he fell asleep and stopped breathing. I smiled contentedly and burrowed deeper, falling asleep in a small bubble of security.
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