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[26 Feb 2007|03:51pm] |
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Blimey.
It's strange the road that takes you places. Like me, the lot that I've been dealt with. I was once a pretty bad ass vampire, up till the gov got a hold of me and put a piece of plastic in my head. Hated that, couldn't fight, couldn't bite without feeling that tremendous blast of pain. Sometimes, I can still feel it.
Not like dying, though. Nothing like that sort of pain. Worst pain there is in the world, no less. Now that Wolfram and Hart is nothin' but a bloody hole in the ground and his pet human's are dead, there's nowhere for us to go. So were stuck together, the sire and I. Lovely. I'd rather be in a room full of Harmonies. At least then, I wouldn't have to look at his damn brooding face all the time.
I dig through my pockets, till I found my lighter and lit a cigarette. I missed having something to do with my hands. It was the main reason I started smoking--that and I'm immortal, it can't kill me. The nicotine I missed, it hits me like one of the Slayer's punches.
Slayer.
Speaking of which, I'm wondering how she's getting along. Her and Dawn. Heard from Andrew that they closed up the Hellmouth--bout time if you ask me. Shoulda done it long ago, but then I would've been on the opposing team. Andrew's also told us that the Slayer and her mini-me are in Rome of all places.
Got a call from Red the other day. They're not there now. The group has relocated. Not in California, but in Cleveland Ohio. There's another Hellmouth there, and they are training the younger generation. Got an offer to train Slayers. Not sure I want to. Pretty sure I don't want to be around the lot...
Still, I wonder how everyone is. I tell myself I don't need them, while I'm nursing my third bottle of Jack's. Still...I can't help but wonder. Not that they care bout me or anything...
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