you must forgive amilyn. he tends to drool before supper.
you people will never learn.
we can't be stopped. this is our world now.
soon.
i find it restorative, sleeping in the life-blood of so many. to feel their souls coursing about me.
so very much.
yes, i'm sure they do. this place is everything you said it was, amilyn.
are we so strange? so alien to you? i've seen this culture, the wealth, the greed, the waste.  it's truly heartwarming. the perfect place to spread my empire. honestly, eastern europe was so dead, the communists just drained the blood out of the place. it's livened up a bit in the past few years, but it's nothing compared to this.  this mecca of consumption. the city of angels.
what are we? we are man, perfected. we exist to consume.
she has a certain quality, this one.
not as single-minded as the others, not as sybaritic. almost thoughtful. she's useless.
really?
i wish you wouldn't mention him.
what's wrong with you!?!
shut up! you let him have it!
you reckless imbecile. this place is ours for the taking and you let yourself.  twelve hundred years old and you act like a child.
cheer up. you may still.
the other two -- the new ones. where are they?
no.  not a boy.  find out if they're dead. and do something about that arm. honestly, i don't know how you made it through the crusades.
let me know about our little recruits. i'll be in my chamber.
 having a snack.
it's a beautiful night. i have never understood the human tendency to equate darkness with emptiness. to me the black is so thick with life, like soil.  like blood. darkness writhes under my eye.
i know who you are. she's out her, as well, isn't she? another slayer. who is it this time? what offering have you brought me?
it doesn't really matter. the names, the faces, they all melt together. after a time, there really is no difference. one more pathetic bitch, begging for me to suck on her clotted heart.
i rather doubt it, if she was raised here.
where is she? i can't wait to meet her. do you think she's ready to face me? or perhaps you can stop me with that gun.
look at you. you pathetic thing. so small, so full of fury. after you've served me for a hundred years, i think you'll have a little more perspective.
fool.
buffy.
i knew you'd come.
you knew it, too, didn't you? all your life, dreaming.  waiting to feed me.
ah, my fool is dead. he was careless, always. still, i'll pull out your tongue for that. don't you understand? i've killed you a dozen times. your life is not a blink of my eye, not a single breath. i have lived in the shadows, in the pulsing filth behind men's eyes. a thousand years, and more. i have conversed with the worms that fed on my corpse and i have bathed in the blood of emperors.
what?
you waste time. that is a sin.
you're even weaker than the others.
this? this is you only weapon? your puny faith?
you bitch!
you would challenge me?
i'll rip the flesh from your stinking bones!
i am a god! a god!
it doesn't.  hurt.  as much as i had imagined.