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whattingawhat) wrote2008-11-14 01:52 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-11-14 01:52 pm
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The world looks oh so small from up here, baby [And that's the way it's gonna stay]
[Rivalry]
“Seriously?” The vampire has her shoved up against a concrete wall, pinned there by one shoulder that she’s pretty sure is dislocated. “You’re not the first vampire who said he was going to take me down. You’re one of thousands.”
“Looks like I’m the one that’s gonna get the job done though,” he leers as he leans in closer, practically drooling on her neck. She slams the top of her head into his nose and blood gushes. Her knee meets his groin and now he’s in more pain than she is. Lesson number one: never get racked by a slayer. The tables have turned and now he’s the one against the wall.
“And you’re one of hundreds that’s done that. They always think they’re going to get the job done.” The stake plunges into his chest with minimal effort. “No one ever does,” she half murmurs as the body dissolves into ash and she steps back to avoid getting it all over her. She wasn’t quick enough pulling the stake out and it’s turned to dust with the vamp; her shoulder is agonizing and her head hurts. She just wants to go home and have some tea. Maybe a non fat yogurt to go with it. Giles always makes poo-pooing noises at the idea of her having yogurt and tea together. Danny doesn’t care. She braces herself against the concrete wall, using it to help pop her shoulder back in place and then her feet turn homeward.
Maybe a hot bath would be good.
It’s always her against the masses. There’s more evil and more vampires and more demons. She used to dream that one day evil would close up shop but now she knows that’s never going to happen. There’s black and white in the world and one can’t exist without the other. Maybe the only reason there is good is because there’s evil. There’s got to be that rivalry to keep some sort of energy up to keep the world rotating.
Or some kind of crap she tells herself on nights that require more Advil than usual.
“Seriously?” The vampire has her shoved up against a concrete wall, pinned there by one shoulder that she’s pretty sure is dislocated. “You’re not the first vampire who said he was going to take me down. You’re one of thousands.”
“Looks like I’m the one that’s gonna get the job done though,” he leers as he leans in closer, practically drooling on her neck. She slams the top of her head into his nose and blood gushes. Her knee meets his groin and now he’s in more pain than she is. Lesson number one: never get racked by a slayer. The tables have turned and now he’s the one against the wall.
“And you’re one of hundreds that’s done that. They always think they’re going to get the job done.” The stake plunges into his chest with minimal effort. “No one ever does,” she half murmurs as the body dissolves into ash and she steps back to avoid getting it all over her. She wasn’t quick enough pulling the stake out and it’s turned to dust with the vamp; her shoulder is agonizing and her head hurts. She just wants to go home and have some tea. Maybe a non fat yogurt to go with it. Giles always makes poo-pooing noises at the idea of her having yogurt and tea together. Danny doesn’t care. She braces herself against the concrete wall, using it to help pop her shoulder back in place and then her feet turn homeward.
Maybe a hot bath would be good.
It’s always her against the masses. There’s more evil and more vampires and more demons. She used to dream that one day evil would close up shop but now she knows that’s never going to happen. There’s black and white in the world and one can’t exist without the other. Maybe the only reason there is good is because there’s evil. There’s got to be that rivalry to keep some sort of energy up to keep the world rotating.
Or some kind of crap she tells herself on nights that require more Advil than usual.