By Hecate
Finally.
I’m out
of this fucking nightmare.
Out of
the coma.
Out of
the bed, the hospital.
Out of my
body.
Yeah, I’m
back…And I’ll make them pay. But first, first I dance. I’m free to do so. And
the best thing the Scoopy Gang thinks I’m their little saint Buffy. God,
that’s so
hilarious. It was really hard not to laugh into their faces. Well, or to gut
Red.
He, I
really would like to see Gile’s face when he sees his precious Buffy kill her
best friend. Now that would be interesting. Not that I will do it, though.
I need
this body, her body to go free. If I kill Red the police will hunt her, me
down. And I’m so not into a wild goose chase with the fucking Sunnydale
Police.
Not that these dumb idiots would get me. Never.
Fuck,
this music is good. I could dance all night. Maybe I gonna do just that. Yeah.
And screw a guy. Or two…But first I need a drink and then I get a
guy…Hey,
fucking with B’s body, that’s the kick.
“Oh” Hey,
where did this hottie come from? Hmm, I should safe the drink for later. Sexy
cheekbones. “Oh, you!” Hmm, British…And knows B “And
you.” Who
the hell is this guy. Wonder if B fucks him…Nah, she has the college boy, she
would never screw another guy. Because it’s wrong. God,
what a
loser.
“What? Are you keeping tabs on me? You're gonna give me a hard time now?” Hey, someone who can’t stand the princess. That’s my guy. ”Uhm, do I usually give you a hard time?” What did B do to that guy?
“Very funny. Well, you don't have to worry about me drinking. Unless you're here to protect innocent beers.” Vampire. He’s a fucking vampire. And B knows him and hasn’t killed him yet. God, Brooding Boy the Second. Way to go B. Ow, he is going. Nah, I could have fun with him. “You're a vampire.“ Faith, that was a dumb statement. Gosh, what’s up with you girl, coma getting to you? “Was. And as soon as I get this chip out of my head, I'll be a vampire again. But until then, I'm just as helpless as a kitten up a tree. So why don't you sod off?” Chip? They put a chip in him? God, I could laugh my ass off right here and now. But if he wants me to go…No, he doesn’t…”Okay.” Doesn’t mean that I stay…
“Oh, fine! Throw it in my face!” I knew it. God, that’s funny. “Spike's not a threat anymore, I'll turn my back! He can't hurt me.” Oh, wait Spike! “Spike? Spike. William the Bloody with a chip in his head. I kind of love this town.” And I gonna double over a roll on the floor in a minute. That’s freaking cool. I feel like stick my tongue out and sing ‘ Spike is a loser, Spike is a loser…’ “You know why I really hate you, Summers?” Oops. Now he’s angry…Poor little kitten doesn’t like to be taunted. Ow… But I guess I can answer his question. “Cause I'm a stuck-up tight-ass with no sense of fun?“ Fuck, the look on his face. This is getting even better. “Yeah, that covers a lot of it.” Nah, I’m not done Spikey. “Cause I could do anything I want, and instead I choose to pout and whine and feel the burden of Slayerness? I mean, I could be rich. I could be famous. I could have anything. Anyone.” And I could. She could. But remember, it’s B we’re talking about. Fucking angel from the heaven. No, wait. She fucked Angel, she isn’t one herself. Hey, I never knew I’m so good with words. Oh, look at him. He’s scared now! He really tries to get away from me. Can’t have that. I’m here to have fun and this is fun. “Even you, Spike. I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of.” Fuck, I like to do it. Fuck him. I haven’t had a fuck for a while now. Damn that coma, damn B. If it wasn’t for her and her dumb friends I would be on the top now. Cool parties, dancing, fucking and money. Yeah. But she had to throw me of this fucking building and kill my boss. She’s going down for that. But first, I gonna end this.” I could squeeze you until you pop like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more. And you know why I don't?” He looks at me expectantly. He wants it. He wants to fuck me right here in the Bronze. God, that would be the shocker. I fuck the undead. In B’s body. She would freak. But no, I don’t have the time. Gotta get out of this town, search a quiet place and get an idea how to get my revenge. “Because it's wrong.” Oh my, that’s so cool. I guess he’s going to combust without me pulling a stake. “I get this chip out . . . you and me are gonna have a confrontation.” Ow, how cute! The big bad tries to scare me. I like to pad him on the head like a kitten. But I better get going. But he’s so right. There will be a confrontation. But the next time we’ll meet, B will be dead. And he meets Faith. “Count on it.”
End Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine Gen fichome