I was through living by society’s rules. Decided to make a few of my own. Of course, in order to do that… I had to get myself a gang.
“Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer.”
-I’m Buffy. The Vampire Slayer. And you are?
-I’m Cordelia Chase, dumbass!
I’ve seen her heart- and this time not literally- and I’m telling you right now that she cares more about your lives than you will ever know.
I’m beyond tired. I’m beyond scared. I’m standing on the mouth of Hell and it is going to swallow me whole. And it’ll choke on me. We’re not ready? They’re not ready. They think we’re gonna wait for the end to come, like we always do. I’m done waiting. They want an apocalypse? Well, we’ll give ‘em one. Anyone else who wants to run, do it now, ‘cause we just became an army. We just declared war. From now on, we won’t just face our worst fears, we will seek them out. There is only one thing on this earth more powerful than evil. And that’s us. Any questions?
