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Post by spuffycrusade83 on May 3, 2009 9:35:30 GMT -5
Buffy hadn’t truly thought it possible for her night to get any more bizarre. From beginning to end, she had been transported into some upside-down play the likes of which only Andrew Lloyd Webber could compose. Not that this particular vampire made a convincing Phantom of the Opera with his playboy looks and rich accent, but her reality was nonetheless shaken.
It didn’t help that when she opened her eyes, he was there. Until then, she didn't think any of the attributes were contradicted. Weren't contributed in any sorts! This night had proved her wrong! She had been caught unaware and re- emerged at the shallow end. Stupid slayer instinct just didn't work that night! She plays her own game; her own pseundo- to her own pace! Self- righteous stuck up slayers- got herself killed in one night! This time mommy and daddy weren't there to save her. "Welcome to the grand entrance to hell! I am your worst nightmare." One of her finest attributes- to be sarcastic and snarky.
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