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. 




4 comments:

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

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  2. Ha, thank you, Lucia.

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

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  3. You're welcome~.

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

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  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.

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