I wonder if she knows? I wonder if she's figured it out yet? It's been almost
a month since I've seen or heard from her, a month since I stopped returning her
calls. Doesn't she understand? I'm through with her.
No, of course she
doesn't. She still has it in that pretty blonde head of hers that I loved her.
She actually believes I cared for her.
I don't know why I'm surprised
though.
I mean, they all fall for it. Well, except for Kendra...Kendra
and that murdereous little harlot Faith. If I didn't have my hands full with
Buffy...I always knew the others wouldn't last. Dru helped me insure that. She's
not as crazy as one might think.
She caught on quickly to mine and
Buffy's little game~she caught on quickly to my little charade. Drusilla
knew~maybe she's always known.
Perhaps, half a world away she sensed that
change in me. She knew what I had finally become~a distraction. That's all I've
ever been~a neatly placed distraction. While the Slayer's distraught over her
lastest emotional problem, the horrible mess she's made of her love life, she's
left weak, explosed, open to attack.
Buffy was the easiest of them to
fool, really.
Then again, I knew she would be, from the moment Whistler
pointed her out to me. I'm shocked, you know.
About how gullible she
really is, I mean. She knew I was playing a charade with Faith; she saw how
fighteningly similar I was to my "other self". Other self, ha, yet another role
for me to play...she saw me as both, yet she never made the connection I could
have simply been playing a role all along...I guess it's as it should be,
because I won't have to worry about her telling the next Slayer about me. For,
now, I have another role to play.
~End~
