Cecily had been bound and tied. She made such a pitying noise that I had to smack her until blood sprayed on my clothes. Women will never learn respect!
"Come here, Spiike," said Drusilla huskily. I made myself over to her and knew she kept a secret from me. Wonder what kind of gift she brought me...? In two days, I've learned so much about her and my Vampiric family. Apparently, I'm an Aurelian and we are definitely feared in Demon lore.
The girl, Drusilla. She is my sire. My goddess. My salvation from a dead life. I wasn't living, but now I am, free of a tamed delusional mad soul who cared too much. Who had too much desire. Heart. Too gentile.
But, she gave me life. Made me a dark creature to fight the living. I thank her. She is much appreciated for my renewal.
I have a new spark that she brought out. Something I hid behind locked doors. Too afraid to be knocked into reality and gutted for my intrusion.
I am not mediocre anymore.
These people will be crushed under the soles of my feet.
I am deliberately taunting Cecily, giving back what I wanted my: My wounded heart through a piece of insignificant paper.
A tiny crumpled paper.
Tonight, I will be rid of this bitch.
Goodbye Cecily! You asked for it!
And I'm all wired for it.