( i apologize for the lateness and crappiness of this post. food poisoning and writer's block is a bitch )
Hunting had become her calling, and in a sense, it always had been. Isn't that what a slayer was? A hunter; ultimate survivalist and elite huntress of the night. There was something different about tonight.
She felt strangely evolved, much quicker, much intuned with her surroundings. Maybe it was the perks of being a demon. Aging expierence lead to physical upgrades. She couldn't deny the exhilarition. Maybe that's what lead to the killing spree.
Two bodies thus far that would leave a nice trail to her. If detectives wanted to lead into it, track her down, she would kill them, too. It was becoming easier to be a monster, then a hero. Heroism asked for too much. It was a self-sacrificial job that she felt too much of a coward to uphold. Risking her life to save people who probably would of thought she was crazy if she told them the truth about the world they lived in - seemed a bit too much to ask for. She always had bad blood in her. It was the reason she couldn't believe her watcher told her she had a heroic destiny in front of her. And that word again - heroic - terrified her.
A whore for a mother and a bastard for a father didn't really scream a rising legacy.
Maybe she was doomed from the start.
Doomed way before she met Angel, or even tried to annihalte his girlfriend. She always had a devil on her shoulder blade whispering sinister thoughts to her. She imagined she was the epihany of Lex Luthor. The bad side always trumped the good side of herself. It was a endless battle that always ended up the same way. She thought she would be upset the moment she broke out of Hell. That she would have this rage to get even. Generally, she had been, but she never expected to enjoy the dishumanity in her so much.
Somewhere between club dancing, fucking and drinking, she ended up seducing a man into an alley. It all seemed very familiar. The days of prostituting on these streets, forfeiting her body for cash. Now it would play out much differently. The minute the man brushed her against the wall she was searching for her blade. She always had one tuck somewhere, this time it was inside her boot.
A twist of her hand and the knife was shoved into the man's ribcage, she moved him more towards the middle of the alley, and watched his lips widen matching the degrees of his eyes. Eventually, he became lifeless and hit the ground with a dull thud. "Thanks for the date." She licked her knife, tasting the sweet cocution of coppery tang in her mouth.
She paused feeling a prescence, but hadn't ackowledge the minute she pegged the cigarette fumes. Spike. A smile had formed across her lips. She wondered if their conversation lead to some good.
The details of that night were fuzzy. She had more then the reccomended dose of alcohol, and was probably mumbling about wolves and lions again. What she had remembered was feeling down on love and someone else who felt quite the same.
He lover her, and she loved him. It was all poetic.
She turned to face the bleached blonde vampire that was advancing on her. Her eyes barely moved an inch when he kicked the corpse sprawled out on the ground. "Less impressive than the one a couple nights ago, love. You should start watching exercising your creative juices."
She grinned grimly at him when he paused before her. "Well, I just want what any girl wants. A one night stand with some hot stud who smells like urine and whiskey, but knows his way around the table, to lead me up to some cheap motel and make me feel special without ever having to say the word 'I do'."
She wasn't going to beat around the bush this time. Justice had done with games and signals that lead to know where. If he wanted in or out, she wanted to know now before they interacted any further. "Thought about my offer, William?" She loved that name and the tale behind it. William The Bloody who slaughtered hundreds and had a taste for spikes. Maybe if they team up she could convince to pick up the name again.