A Glimpse in the Mind
by SpikesKat
“Let’s go to
work…”
Yeah, right. Go to work my arse. Did you have any bloody
idea what we were up against? Three against an unending stream of pissed off
demons that had suddenly flooded the alley we‘d managed to escape to? And, I
say three, not four, because no matter how much Charlie-boy might think he’d
been up for the fight, his body was already shutting down, the mortal wounds
he’d taken to his stomach depleting his strength until some demon had laid him
low before I’d had a chance to reach him.
So there we were…me, my grandsire, and Blue. Fighting
demons left and right as we tried to push our way out of that alley and towards
safety. Just barely managing to stay on top of things.
None of us noticed the rain.
The poofter went after the dragon like he said, somehow
managing to swing himself up onto the beast’s back. I can only assume that he
made it out ok. Scratch that…I know he had to have; I would have felt it if it
were otherwise.
Which left me and Blue duking it out with whatever stepped
into our path.
Just when I thought we were about to go under due to the sheer numbers of our enemy, she surprised me (herself too, if truth be told) by displacing demons with some lingering effect of the powers that had been stripped from her body. The huge sound wave seemed to ripple from her fingertips creating a hole just wide enough for us to slip through.
It cost her though. Sapped what last bit of strength she
had left. Well, almost her last bit. She’d used the last to shove me past the
demons when I thought to go back for her.
Crazy bint! Who was she to sacrifice herself for me? I
hadn’t planned on walking out of that alley.
Hell, I knew when I raised my hand in the old man’s
office that it was a one way trip to my becoming a big pile of dust. Again.
And, I was ok with that. I’d used up all my second chances… and
honestly? I should never have come back from my crowning glory in
Sunnydale.
But, I didn’t let her sacrifice be in vain.
I hauled ass out of that alley and turned on the speed,
running as if my unlife depended on it. And it did. I figured if I ran long
enough, eventually Wolfram & Hart would have to call off their troops and
regroup. They couldn’t fight us indefinitely out in the open.
Not without drawing the notice of the Slayer. Or, make that
slayers…
So, after I couldn’t run anymore, I hid. Hell, I’m not
ashamed to say it. I, William the Bloody, chosen “champion” of the Slayer,
hid until it was safe.
Live to fight another day, and all that rot.
Only, now that another day has come, I’m not quite sure
what to do.
I know Angel is alive and out there somewhere. I just
don’t know where.
I’m not even sure if he got his Shanshu.
I hope he did. I, well, I’ve come to realize that I like
being a vampire. Give that up and what do you have? Poncy William, that’s who.
No thanks, mate. I’ll keep my stones, thank you very much!
I can still fight the good fight. Got my bloody soul and
everything, ya know. (Even if my methods are somewhat unorthodox.) But, I get
the job done and that’s all that matters, right?
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
So, here I am, trying to figure out where in the hell to
go. LA is a lost cause. Some of the slayers are going to have to pick up the
slack now that Angel and company are no more. It’s only going to be a matter
of time before the senior partners find new lackeys to run the branch that’s
been abandoned by my grandsire.
Maybe I’ll go to Rome.
I’ve put it off long enough. And, there’s that whole
“stones” thing I’ve got going for me now. She said she loved me. Time for
the slayer to put her money where her mouth is.
Big talk…yeah, I know. But, I can’t go through the rest
of my unlife not knowing. Call it a personality quirk. Whatever. I just—
I’m going, and that’s final.
Just have to figure out how to get there.
The End