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‘ here’s how this is going to go, doc. ’  christian tells him, doesn’t ask him.  the hole in his stomach begins to sew itself together, sinew and wicked flesh healing.  he wonders if kramer and gordon knew that this would happen. he wonders if they knew a bleeding vampire deputy would stop at nothing to find the other half of his heart, or if he broke from the plan.  he wonders if ash is in a test of his own elsewhere in the facility surrounding his own choices.  a fanatical smile pulls itself tight against the appalachian man’s features as he tells gordon the next steps to take place.   ‘  you’re going to tell me where ashley is, and i’ll let you cut me open again. or maybe i’ll cut you open before you get the fucking chance.  i haven’t DECIDED YET. ’

darkness   -   it was a presence continuously lurking,   hidden behind the invisible masks that humans wore in order to fit in with a society that david knew would cast them out at any second if it discovered the true nature of.   but there was an intrigue there, a curiosity to what blurred the lines between the undead and the living.   and he sees it now, clouded behind the blue eyes of the other that meets david’s gaze.   caught in the act !    but what was it that he was trying to accomplish ?   a step forward is taken, blocking off the entrance to the alleyway, leaving the man and his supposed victim nowhere to run.   mismatched hues drift down to the unconscious woman laying at the other’s feet, and he can barely help the smirk that curls lips upwards.   oh,   this was going to be fun !     “   -----   what’s going on ?   ”   

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“    okay    ,    i    get    that    you’re    feeling    super    negative    right    now    ,    and    maybe    that’s    you’re    whole    vibe    or    whatever    ,    but    i’m    just    gonna    say    it    :    no    one    likes    a    buzzkill    .    and    you’re    being    super    buzzkill - y    right    now    .    ”

and he recognizes that he is, to his core, a weapon — because that’s what the program made him.   they made him into a monster.   he knows how to kill a man.   he knows how to kill a vampire just as easily.   and death no longer scares him, it no longer sets him back.   is he afraid of failure?   yes.   because, in those six violent years he spent as a lab rat in the slayer program, failure meant pain.   but the threat of death means nothing to him, and that really plays a lot into how people perceive him — because he’ll stare down the barrel of a gun and he’ll called the gunslinger a coward.   they’ll ask if he can pull before they shoot a round between his eyes and ashley will laugh, he’ll grin like a jackal, he’ll tell them they’ll be dead before they hit the ground.   self-hatred is a terrible weight upon his shoulders, but it does not affect his self-confidence.   and the worst part of this all is, he knows he can kill a man, and he knows he can live with it as well.   it’s never a question of if he can kill something.   it’s a question of when, it’s a question of with what.   

‘   what     about     you?   ’     all     these     doctors,     all     this     doubt   :     gordon,     finding     no     tumour     or     abnormal     behaviour     of     the     frontal     lobe,     has     branded     him     a     LIAR     /     LUNATIC.     again     and     again     he     turns     up     disbelief     and     sneers     [   …   ]     ON     AND     ON,     until     he     dies,     or     doesn’t.