Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Deadwood? Fuck you.

Well, look at what I woke up to this morning. 

Fucker thinks he's going to get the better of Lillith and I? 

BRING IT ON, YOU SON OF A BITCH. Your master too. I'll knock both your heads in! You're just mad that I'm still able to resist His calls. Not by much, but I will resist until I am dead. And you won't take Lillith either, you asshole. 

I don't care that you're some kind of ex-cop tough asshole who serves The Weaver. I've never backed down from a challenge, especially when someone wants to challenge the woman I love. Lillith's scared shitless now and rightly so - her father's gone out to buy some extra locks for the front and back doors, thankfully. 

As for me, I'm on patrol outside the house constantly. 

I won't let them be taken. I don't care. 

I'll die before Lillith goes. Even if I'm His target - He's welcome to try to claim me. 


  1. You tell 'em, Mr. Smith. You tell 'em. Just watch your back.

  2. Ha, thank you, Lucia.

    It's been quiet the past 48 hours. Too quiet...I don't like it.

  3. You're welcome~.

    On the bright side, the calm before a storm gives you time and space to board up in preparation, yes?

  4. Oh yes.

    We've already done most of that. I worked with Lillith's dad yesterday and we got most of the locks installed.