Part 11
glad to see that people are still reading. this part is set in England. So obviously... just Giles. its also very short.
r and r! it keep me writing.
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Giles stared down at the phone. He'd hung up, but the damned thing sat there like some mavelolent parasite. Black, squat, it seemed almost smug. Giles took his glasses off and began to clean them absentmindedly, gaze still fixed on the phone.
"Damable thing." He sighed, brow furrowed. He slipped his glasses back on, not even noting that they were more smudged after he'd cleaned them on his damp towel. He stomped back to his room and glared at his bed, as if it was the beds fault that he'd gotten up that morning. He kicked a large steamer trunk full of weapons then dropped to hold on to his painfully throbbing toes. "bloody hell!" He snapped sitting on the bed, rubbing his foot. "This isn't fair." Giles flopped backwards, staring at his ceiling.
"Bloody insane vampires and their bad taste in paramours!" He muttered to the ceiling. "bloody dabblers in all things dark." He pulled a pillow over his head. "Bloody damnable monks, and stupid idiotic hell goddesses!" Giles peeked out from under the pillows and glared at his alarm clock. 7:45 am, far to bloody early to have to deal with this sort of thing. He pulled his towel off and flung it across the room, his father be damned, it was to early to deal with this and the watchers council.
"Fecking Ethan for getting me into all this stupid bloody mess!" Giles crawled back under the covers and pulled his glasses off. They were tossed, not very gently into his bedside tables top drawer. "Bloody useless Wesley for calling me!" He buried his face under the pillow. "The moment this is all done i am going to hunt down that stupid crazy bint and rip her to pieces before she dusts." He slapped the bedside light off. "This isn't fair!"
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end this part.
sorry its so short. but well it begged to be written and i don't think it'd fit to well as part of the next chapter. On its own though, it does just fine.