http://lynnylou.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lynnylou.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] su_herald2014-11-24 05:57 pm
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Monday Nov 24th 2014

DRUSILLA: Come back with me.
SPIKE: To Los Angeles? I've done the whole L.A. scene, Dru. Didn't agree with me. Besides, I've got a sweet little setup here in Sunny-D. Decent digs... not to mention all the tasty townies I can eat.
DRUSILLA: Naughty! Shh. You needn't make up stories. I already know why you're not coming. Poor boy. Tin soldiers put funny little knick-knacks in your brain. Can't hunt! Can't hurt! Can't kill! You've got a chip.
SPIKE: Right, so you've heard. Poor Spike's become a cautionary tale for vampires, right? "You better be good, kiddies, or else they might wire you up someday!"
DRUSILLA: I don't believe in science. All those bits and molecules no one's ever seen. I trust eyes and heart alone. And do you know what mine is singing out right now?
DRUSILLA: You're a killer. Born to slash ... and bash ... and... oh, bleed like beautiful poetry. No little tinker-toy could ever stop you from flowing.
SPIKE: (whispers) Yeah.
DRUSILLA: Ohh.
SPIKE: But the pain ... love, you don't understand, it's ... it's searing. It's, um, blinding. DRUSILLA: All in your head. I can see it. Little bit of ... plastic, spiderwebbing out nasty blue shocks. And every one is a lie. Electricity lies, Spike. It tells you you're not a bad dog, but you are.

~~Crush~~




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