This is insufferable! My landlord politely avoids me, that infernal child is around all the time, and there's nobody nothing interesting to do.

I think it's time for a spot of dimension-hopping. Not like anyone will miss me.

Hmph.

I hear that little demon bitch has been talking trash about me. Not that I care; actually I find it entertaining. But still, I need something to take my mind off of being maligned.

I know. I'll take Grant a late breakfast in bed. The serving platter? Moi, of course.

*wicked smile*

I've always heard it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for. True, this. Who would've thought he'd be such a tiger?

*stretches*

*smiles contentedly*

Mmmmm.

I fear I'm losing my touch. My last attempt at romance didn't work out so well. In retrospect, yes, she was cute... and evil. Perhaps that's why it didn't work out. She was at least as evil as me.

I believe I'm going to take a drink to my handsome, charming landlord in the parlor. But first...some added insurance. I don't take rejection well ( Read more... )

Farewell, love. It was fun while it lasted. Well, fun in that constantly-bitchy and refusing-to-give-up-the-goods kind of way.

Ta.

Another thing I like about Cathy is that she hates everyone fiercely and passionately. Even me. Never met anyone before who hated people more than I do.

Hatred is such a turn-on.

Watching her sleep is my reward. After a long night spent roaming the streets of the town, hunting, chasing...sometimes catching. Their fear sustained me as much as their blood did her. Never anyone who understood- until now.

For her I would black the sun, keeping its jealous rays from her skin. For her I would dare anything. Everything.

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Life has just gotten very interesting.

Tonight I was out walking, and I met such a lovely girl. A dark beauty with fresh blood on her face, her aura traced with danger and recklessness. She let me walk beside her and hold her hand. Perhaps if I'm very, very nice...she'll show me her fangs.

I feel that we will be very close friends.

I have a place to call home again; obviously, my query about renting a room from the charming man who owns this historic home went very well. Ah, the advantages of being tall and blonde. He quickly agreed to rent me the Irish Rose Room. It's very cozy. I couldn't be more pleased ( Read more... )

There's only so much time one can spend in a lair that looks like Barbie's Dream House, or the inside of Jeannie's bottle in that old TV show, so I've been dimension-hopping. I meant to be back in this Sunnydale before now, but I found a pre-Hellmouth Sunnydale. Imagine. There were no demons, vampires, shape-shifters, werewolves... It was an ( Read more... )