feistyvengeancewaif:

ghost-of-fashion-victims-past:

feistyvengeancewaif:

[pm] Where do you think I got my info? The guy who bothered to revive me, that’s who. He may be a lesser demonic being and given to incinerating one’s friends in moments of extreme disappointment and kind of a weird shade of blue, but at least he tried to get me back!

Yes, I am a vengeance demon. It happened the way it normally happens. And yes, they know. The ones who matter, at least. Xander knows and Willow knows and I think Giles and Faith might have guessed, but okay, all of that is officially beside the point. 

Now, do you want to hear my very interesting story, or not?

[pm] You’re barking up the wrong tree if you think I could have been able to bring you back to life. You know I’m not capable of that, Willow is the one who does magic. Remember? 

And whatever the point is I’m pretty certain the fact that my friends hid something from me isn’t beside it, but I’ll move on for your sake. You can’t control them. It’s story time, tell away.

[pm] Look, they did it to protect me. I know I’m not the most popular person on the Hellmouth right now, or even a person, maybe, but I don’t think any of them were keen on the idea of being personally responsible for a stake through my heart.

Okay, here goes: back when you had your ‘hallucination’, you were drunk, more drunk than I thought a Slayer could even get. And by some weird stroke of happenstance, I was at the same bar! It was like in the movies. We laughed, we cried… it was very sentimental. And you ended up telling me about this Cameron guy who’d horribly wronged you, and it was all very spiteful, and then you… you wished Cameron would just go to hell. With the two words, and lots of flavour text about fiery jail cells and sex with Hitler.

[pm] Look, I’m not even allowed to be violent to anyone or anything who has internet access anymore so there really wasn’t anything to be worried about. I living on pins and needles now so this poodle’s pretty much all muzzled up. I’m a politician more than a slayer these days.

Yes, I know I was drunk. Had the worst hangover of my life to show for it the next day. I didn’t even know I could get hungover. I just thought seeing you was the hallucination. And I certainly don’t remember telling you anything about Cameron. It’s all vague. I just sort of woke up in misery with a few blurry memories from the previous night.  I went to the bar. I drank. I woke up at home.

Okay, so I wished. And you granted it, you haven’t said it yet but I know it’s true. That’s what Matthew was getting all feisty with me for… And now Cameron is actually in hell.

Just one question. What in the multiverse made you think that anything my wasted self wished for was something you should actually in any realm do?!