   [Current Mood |pumped up]The bar had been a great idea. Watchin’ Spike kick some ass in there also didn’t hurt. I had the perfect amount of beer in me. I wasn’t so drunk where I couldn’t see straight or move fast, but I was just drunk enough to where some of the blows that my smooth, delicate head would take, and that my ribcage might endure, wouldn’t be felt too much. I was goin’ right where I wanted to go and right where Angel knew that I wanted to go. I knew that Spike wasn’t doubtin’ me and all when he said that he was gonna show up. He was just bein’ the concerned souled vampire, but I didn’t need his help, or at least I didn’t think that I did. This was the mission for me, and Angel knew it. Angel might still be mad at me for lettin’ the sarcophagus get through customs, but I knew that he didn’t want me to die in the office. I knew that he wanted me to be in that alley, just like he did everyone else.If this was as bad as Angel said it was gonna be, when all was said and done, then we needed everyone there, and even then, we would be lucky to survive, so that also motivated me. Spike comin’ to help me motivated me, made me want to kill all of the vamps and not get dead myself, and also motivatin’ me was that I this was just the prologue to a much bigga fight. This was like fightin’ somebody that was really tough, like a good middleweight or somethin’ and when we got to that alley, the real deal began, with the world champion of heavyweights waitin’Plus, I hated the Senator with a passion. When she had been in our conference room that day and was so sure that we would help her smear the reputation of a good man, just to get reelected, I nearly jumped ova the table then. The shitty grin on her old ass face. The vampire by her side. Oh yeah, I couldn’t wait to get to the office. I rounded the corner, made sure that my axe and my stakes were ready. The axe was a hurling axe, nice for throwin’ at Bitch’s heads and the stakes were taped around my wrists, concealed by my sweatshirt. This was gonna be like old times and I say bring it on. I didn’t plan on dyin’, but if I did, then it would be a worthy punishment for what I had done to Fred, anyway.I rounded the corner and looked at the buildin’. There it was. It was time to go in. I stormed in and saw everyone workin’ so hard, all of these vamps supportin’ their bitch Senator candidate to bring more evil to the world. I staked two on site, and was so happy that there were a lot of them.The Bitch looked my way, and before she could say anything, or even put down the phone, and before anotha vamp could approach me, the hurling axe lived inside of her head and I watched her die, her head fallin’ down to the table, her eyes wide open in shock and terror. It was great.“Looks like you boys can just go home, or, you’re gonna need anotha candidate to work for.”If they left, great, it would save me for the battle comin’, and I had already killed Senator Bitch Brucker, a memba of the circle of the Black Thorn. But, the vamps didn’t grow and gathered around me. I smiled and launched myself at two of them, stakin’ one, getting’ hit by the otha. A good call on the Guiness, because I barely felt it, before movin on to anotha vamp comin’ my way. A long fight was ahead and I was just warmin’ up.[Spike] |
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