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champion, unknown champion
Bloody ‘ell just what I needed. Well, more of what I needed. I go though hell and back again to get the spark for her but still it wasn’t enough. Well, not until the final moment then it was and then she loved me. Doubt she even loved me then, I know she was just saying it out of pity for me. Come on now I was ‘bout to die a champion fighting the good fight. But as anything in this world I came back, see that nice and shiny little amulet Buffy gave to me belonged to that place where Angel was working now. Yep, that place called Wolfram and Hart and behold there I am popping out of the amulet in front of Angel and company. Have to say I loved the look on Angel’s face when he say me, it was bloody priceless.

Well, instead of being my own free man and being able to leave the damn place I was all non corporal, a bleedin’ ghost, can you believe that. Let’s just say it wasn’t too bad, going all about and haunting Angel, drove him mad. But like everything even that came to end as I was slowly slipping away to some hell dimension. I bloody find out that some Wolfram and Hart spirit, named Pavayne is playing his hand at torturing me. Well, we got that one under control but I was still left being non corporal but I had to be. Getting a hold of that spirit Pavayne was more important then me being all corporal again.

So there I was back again just haunting the halls of good ‘ol Wolfram and Hart when suddenly I get a nice little package, well not so nice when a white light flashes out and leave the phones going haywire. But then there I was corporal again. Which was wonderful expect the fact that we find out something ‘bout the universe being turned into turmoil ‘cuase both Angel and I got our souls. Which leads us to the nice little goose chase might I say. Find out something ‘bout this cup that will prove which one of us is the destined one for that whole Shanshu prophecy load of crap.

Angel and I battle it out in which I prove to be the true champion and get that bloody cup to find out it was bleedin’ Mountin Dew inside. Some bloody bastard set us up, all that for nothing. I should’ve gotten something, I proved myself worth it. ‘sides as I told Angel, which he didn’t like might I add, that I actually fought for my soul. Why? Because I knew it was the right thing to do. He just got the bloody soul shoved up him by some gypsy wankers. He didn’t even want the damn thing.

Guess I should bloody leave this place now but where would I go. The damn slayer wouldn’t want me now, after I went all out fighting the good fight for her can’t just show up at her door step saying “Hunny I’m home” and expect her to be glad to see me. Just doesn’t work out that way. ‘sides the fact that I know she only told me she loved me ‘cause I was ‘bout to go out. At least now I have that from her, but if I go out there and find her she’ll probably take that back then I won’t have that memory anymore. Instead I’ll have whatever new thing it is she says to me. ‘uppose I might as well just stay here bugging the ‘ell out of Angel.

I sigh as I make my way down the hall. I intend on going to Angel’s office and cause some more problems for the stupid sod. Never could get tired of that. Stupid brood would always give me those annoyed looks. Let’s just say it was all in a day’s work.
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