Post by purgatori on Feb 27, 2012 18:02:55 GMT -4
It was raining and it was all Purgatori’s fault she was brooding over what had happened to her less then a week ago. The weather is attuned to her emotions so if she was happy, sad or anything in between the skies would reflect it. And she hated it, hated the feathered wings hated the fact she was merged with the goddess Isis. She just wanted to be a vampire again she’ll admit it. She missed her blood red skin wings horns she’ll even admit to miss being mistaken for a demon it was a lot better then the whole angel thing. And unlike other vampires she didn’t have to hide in the shadows of the night she could walk in the sunlight only when she shifted into her human from that is other wise she would have burst into flames like a normal vampire.
The reason why she was here in L.A. again? She was looking for Spike no they weren’t sleeping together or anything she wasn’t into men plus she was taken. But they were drinking buddies, enjoyed a good fight every now and then. They had also shared soul stories. Their soul stories were a lot a like surprisingly who would have thought blondes held so much power? So here she sat in a random graveyard sitting on a headstone she couldn’t find the blonde vampire so she settled on killing whatever crawled out of the ground. She killed a few here and there most of them made fun of her for looking like an angel they stopped laughing when they were being hit by lightning bolts.
She looked down at the new pile of ash from her latest victim she didn’t use a lightning bolt on him not after what he suggested they do. Men they never think with the heads on their shoulders. Looking away from the ash she turned her gaze onto the blood that was floating in front of her she had ripped it out of him it began to swirl around her “You weren’t all that smart when you were alive where you?” she spoke to the ash “I…” she trailed off some else was here she could feel it she just didn’t know who it was yet. Whoever it was she hoped they would put up a good fight she was bored and wet she didn’t like either.
The reason why she was here in L.A. again? She was looking for Spike no they weren’t sleeping together or anything she wasn’t into men plus she was taken. But they were drinking buddies, enjoyed a good fight every now and then. They had also shared soul stories. Their soul stories were a lot a like surprisingly who would have thought blondes held so much power? So here she sat in a random graveyard sitting on a headstone she couldn’t find the blonde vampire so she settled on killing whatever crawled out of the ground. She killed a few here and there most of them made fun of her for looking like an angel they stopped laughing when they were being hit by lightning bolts.
She looked down at the new pile of ash from her latest victim she didn’t use a lightning bolt on him not after what he suggested they do. Men they never think with the heads on their shoulders. Looking away from the ash she turned her gaze onto the blood that was floating in front of her she had ripped it out of him it began to swirl around her “You weren’t all that smart when you were alive where you?” she spoke to the ash “I…” she trailed off some else was here she could feel it she just didn’t know who it was yet. Whoever it was she hoped they would put up a good fight she was bored and wet she didn’t like either.