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I never wanted her sympathy but after Angelus returned that was all I got. She'd feed me, clothed me and place me in my wheelchair but never would she spend the night in my bed. For what use would I be to her? I was helpless, no feeling, no movement in my legs and Angelus was only to happy to take over from what I could no longer do.

I hate sympathy. To me it's a useless emotion. What's the point of spoiling a perfectly violent kill by thinking about the victim and feeling sorry for them. Why waste time wondering if they had a family, children and wife that would be out on the streets or children who's mother would never be coming home. It causes me an ocean of pain to receive it from someone I love, to her I was hard, violent not soft and useless as I am now.

I'm using my time wisely, while she lies screaming on vanilla scented and blood soaked sheets with Angelus. I'm building up my strength. Being a Vampire has it's perks, a lot of blood and I'll be as good as new, back and badder than ever. This wheelchair has kept me captive for far too long.

I'll admit I did cry tears of joy when after two long months I felt the rough rasp of cotton across my legs as the nerves and muscles slowly started to heal themselves. I've been able to walk for awhile now but I haven't told them. As far as they are concerned I am helpless still and will continue to be until I choose to debase them of that idea.

They will pay. If there is one thing that I have learnt during my time in this bloody chair, it's that sympathy kills and I will strike, strike when they are least expecting it. Human emotions, who needs them? They only lead to hurt.

-Fin-