*sigh* Well at least that hell is over. The airplane landed in one piece and deposited me and my luggage into sunny California. Well, I'm sure it will be sunny, come morning. It is a little after 9:00 p.m. I believe, if I have done the timelines correctly. I admit that I feel a little off balance from the whirlwind of the past few days ( Read more... )

My hands in my pockets, I walked down the lonesome street in Sunnydale. The wind ripped around me as if trying to taunt me, cut into me even. I knew it was my fault but I tried apologizing. I even tried sending flowers. But that wasn't even enough. All because of the clothes fluke...and other flukes. But now I don't like her that way because I can' ( Read more... )

I haven't seen Buffy in several days. She said she was going to fight Angelus. And now? I just don't know. I paced the floor back and forth for what seemed like forever. I couldn't forebare it anymore. I packed my own bag full of night time death. I had to find her, I was going crazy not doing so.

Ring.....ring..Damnation! The only thing that got ( Read more... )

I sat in motel room on the bed, leather-clad legs curled underneath me. Some old movie was on. Black and white. Yuck. But there was nothing better to watch. Then the picture went fuzzy. It always does this. The antenna isn't worth shit. I angrily pulled my legs out from under myself and stood up, then walked over to the stupid little TV ( Read more... )

I am brilliant. Brilliant! I couldn’t have foreseen a better outcome. She was putty in my cold pale hands. She thought her prince had returned, her knight in shining armor. She thought she saw love in my eyes, thought she heard it in my voice. And from that, I lulled her into a trap. I fucking had her. But somehow, something deep down inside of me ( Read more... )

The flight from London has done little to settle my nerves. All those bumps and jumps. The flight attendant assures me it is perfectly normal, yet I can't help believe it is a bad omen of some sort. I hope that Mr. Giles has received my hastily written letter sent several days ago. *sigh* I have no idea how long the post takes in America. My ( Read more... )

New life. It's what I had been given. Life? No, death. Death was my art. My gift. My power. Darkness and light were no longer at war to win this golden girl's heart and soul. Darkness had prevailed and no longer foreshadowed the light within my soul. My soul belonged nomore to this blonde under the six feet of soil and wooden coffin, as I was ( Read more... )