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Oh was it ever so lovely. Being able to go 'inside' the Slayer, the one who had volunteerily made him feel so humane; caring, and fall in love with her. But what she gave him last night, was not the sense of pleasure, but the craving and desire for more of it. He knew if he wanted something, no matter what he would get it; no matter what prize. Whether it dealed with killing one of the pathetic friends of the Slayer, or herself..but..better yet..just make her feel more pain than ever imaginable. It was also that many a night ago, being torn down the middle. Yanked apart from his dreadful counterpart. It was finally a relief 250 years in the making, to wall; to breathe..or unbreathe; to feel so disconnected and wholesome was the best feeling about it all. It all showed out through that malice-filled smile, spreading across his face so easily, with much satisfaction. "Oh, darlin', I have a whole lot more where that came from." Cruel words leaked out past a mouth of lies and betrayal. Untrustworthy, those dark, soulless orbs gazed about the dark threshold of her home. Stood upon her porch, smelling the sweet aroma she left lingering. Vanilla, perhaps something with berries. Fresh and indepth he took it in, passionate there was. Disgusting, and intolerable he won't withstand such passion. But it was that passion that drove his Slayer to him that night. It was the passion he brought forth inwriting a wonderful invitation to the mansion. What she didn't know, was who she was to meet. Boy, what a surprise he had to give her. To show her, introduce her to. Every image he could think up, became more exciting; he was thrilled and couldn't wait to see the outcome. He stepped off the porch, hidden hands inside pockets of his duster, he inclined his head to look upwards at the forbidden, unreachable sky dotted with dazzling stars that winked consistently. He headed towards that mansion on Crawford Street. He could see it barely up away, wilted and disfigured in the benevolent shadows. Crowded with strong essences of lingering evil, the hellmouth so vaguely spewed forth. Though it was once where the end of the world was once performed; where he stood right before the mouth of hell...before...that bitch tossed the sword in Angel's pitiful soul. He cringed, "Alright, still owe you for that. No worries, it'll all come together." He grinned, ear to ear. "I can just hear you scream now, lover. And my what a wondeful tune you display."
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