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-Tossing the drum stems from the case into the back of the wildly colored van, shrugging his right shoulder pulling up the cordaroy beige jacket, the cool night breeze sending a scent of death formking inot the air, closing heavy lids with a quick sniff into the Sunnydale air,knowing he was suppsoe to meet up with the others running behind due to lack of Devon's mentality being stuck within his jeans, yet another groupie clinging to his lead singers arm, a twinge of auburn brows gave way, narrowing jade orbs looking out past the Hamilton St, hand raising towards Devon and his play-..."Hey man, ."..-tilit of head-..."..I promised to meet some friends, I'll catch you later."...-Devon shrugging him off, shaking his cordaroy cased jacket pocket with a slight jingle of keys, a short nod was given jumping into his van ot meet up with Willow-
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[09 Apr 2003|03:08am] |
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Always on her mind he was. Oz. But right now someone else came across her mind and she worried about her greatly. Buffy. Ever since Angel turned all fangy on us. She hasn't been the same old Buffy we remembered. She kept to herself. Patrolled, trained, and wandered by herself. She often didn't even let the practicing witch come on patrol with her anymore. And that worried her. She always used to go and granted Buffy didn't like it but she never stopped it. It was slightly cool outside, breezy, auburn locks of hair flowing gently behind her in the wind as she walked. It was a quarter of a moon tonight. Not one of the wolfie moons, she hated the wolfie moons. She worried about Oz. And hated to see him caged up. Some people would think that was kinky, but not her no way. Not into the biting thing much. Or the cage and chains of sorts. Always her mind led back towards Oz, even when it was on someone else. Was this what love felt like? If so. It was amazing. He was amazing. Willow brought her hands up to her head as she closed her eyes. "Must concentrate on Buffy rigth now." She stopped at the street before the graveyard contemplating going in and looking for Buffy. She had to be here, where else would she be?
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[08 Apr 2003|09:24pm] |
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I stepped out of my DeSoto and began to walk around the desolate cemetary. My hands contained with my black duster pockets. An uncertain grin upon my face. I ended up on the streets and then, at Angel's mansion. Bleeding idiot. Prance around like one of them. He even dated one of them. Pathetic.
That's when I saw her stalk towards his mansion with a stake tightly gripped within her hand. I grinned slightly and called out, `Slayer.`She turned to look at me and that's when I knew. I took a few steps toward her, cocking my head to the side. `Going to put an end to Mr. Souled? If so, I want front row seats for tonight's show,` I said in my normal cocky manner.
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[08 Apr 2003|12:18am] |
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So...here I am. Huh... -blinks, stare, brow twinge-...weird.
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[06 Apr 2003|11:26pm] |
I climb out the window, and jump into the soft grass. I check my stuff. Meaning the stakes, of course. I head off towards the cemetery. A Slayer's favorite place. Lot's of dead guys. I sit down on one of the headstones. mumbles softly to myself,`God, I'm bored already.` Titling my head to look around the dark cemetery, golden tresses of blonde fell against my cheekbones.
`Wakey, wakey, and I'll show you my stakey.`
Rolling my evergreens at that thought. Oh, that sucked big time. Need to work on my puns. Sighing softly. No dead guy in sight. I'm so disappointed. I got a lot of sexual tension that needs to take a hike. Slaying usually helps a little. Lifted my stake, and wonder to myself if I could use it for something else than slaying. It's long and pointy.. `what am I thinking?`
Then out of nowhere... ANGELUS! I almost fell off the headstone I was sitting on. I glared up into his two chocolate covered eyes, and jumping down on the ground on my feet, and have said,`Angelus...` Then twirling the wooden object I had gripped tighter in my hands.
`A bit horny tonight, are we? I can smell your anrousal. `Angelus grinning to himself as he stared above me. I have turned beet-red as he circle me, undressing me with his eyes. He doesn't need to undress much. So I don't like wearing much clothes! Big deal.. ! He was licking his lips, apparently liking what he sees. So I told myself, `Buffy calm down.. he's your blood sucking emermy. `I inwardly whine. He looks so damn hot and it's just so unfair. I have grab my stake and he smirked when I pointed it at him.
`now what are you going to use that for, Lover? Hmm?'
`Well first I'm going to shove it up your ass, would that work for you?`
`I got something I can shove up your ass, Buff.`
Ah. Okay, wasn't expecting that.
`What do you say?` Angelus leans towards me. Suddenly he grabs me and kisses me hard, and punishing. I kiss him back, despite the flashing warning lamp in my head. It's been too long.. Way too long. Ahhhh. He grabs my ass, pulling me closer, and lifting me up on the headstones, pushing up my skirt around my waist. I whimper. I should have worn underwear for a change. I can honestly say my mind is not working right now. His tongue is attacking my clit. I think I'm going to fall off this tombstone and die.
Someone please hit me over the head right now. Oh, feels so good. Oh yes!
`Don't stop!` I whimper into his strong shoulders, and grips my nails into his back. Angelus is licking and sucking ... and I'm literally dying right now. I feel my world explode in oh so pretty colors.
He's still holding onto me so I won't fall when I open my eyes again. A big grin is on his face. It's not so annoying anymore. I forgive him this time.
Oh God. I just let my enemy given me a happy! Oh God... Where's the Slayer? I need the Slayer... Oh wait... I'm the Slayer. Oh fuck. My mind is officially porridge.
Something cold just poked at my thigh.. And it's big, enormous cock! Doesn't matter because right now he is fucking me. He's slamming into me now.. I think number happy two is on it's way. Angelus is growling now, if I wasn't so caught up helping happy two to come I would scream in fright.
And my world is crashing around me again. The fangs in my neck tells me Angelus is a happy undead vampire right about now. Thanks to me. Oh fuck! I shoved Angelus away and started to run home. Tomorrow when I wake up this all will be a dream.. Oh God, I was just fucked by Angelus!
I miserably stroke the bite mark on my neck. I'm going to be forced to wear clothes that covers it. Maybe a scarf? A scarf would be good.
`Honesy, this just come for you.` Mom says coming into my room, and waving a card in my face.
`What is it?`
`It's a piece of paper.` She answers, and hitting my nose with the card. You got to love your parents humor. I rip it from her hand, and glare at her as she sends me an airborne kiss, then walks out of my room.
So it's a card.. Who would send me a card? I slowly open it just in case something would decide to jump out from it. It's the hellmouth, you know. Nope, it's safe. No green little men, although they would be pretty flat to fit in this thing. I look down at the flowing script.
`Come to the mansion.` it says. `I got someone I want you to meet.` It's signed with `the vampire that fucked you last night.` What a pig! I snort. I wonder whom he wants me to meet.
So should I go? It could be a trap. Most likely it's a trap. Oh well, that has never stopped me before. I should go over there, and kick his ass for last night. If he has told anyone about what happened I'm definitely going to stake his ass.
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