she stood just over 5 feet tall.
she had those deep brown eyes that would make a parent smile.
Her hair was in two straight plaits down her back.
She wore a school girl uniform.

she was a whore. she stood on the corner. Calling to those who passed her by.

her last call was for mercy. and it makes me feel better.

Eenie, meenie, minie, mo.
One of you has got to go.
Which one will it be.

*looks to the young brunette*

Ah. Well are you not the lucky little girl.

Come.. I have a treat for you. And it will only hurt for an instant.

There is nothing more satisfying then to take the little girl who defies you, and to break her. Make her fall to her knees and plead for you to own her. When the desire to survive without you crumbles, you can lift her and shape her. Make her what she is meant to be. For without me, she shall remain nothing. I shall make her ( Read more... )

If I nudge the box in her direction another time I wonder if my darling Slayer will in fact open it once more.

Will she unleash the contents upon the world? Will she play a part in prophecy?

A witch. I knew that the Slayer had some interesting friends, but she was unexpected. Rather she was more in touch with her powers than expected. But that is alright. In fact it is quite perfect. And to watch her as she sits with her friend, well, its so touching. Endearing really ( Read more... )

When a Saturday night is full of satisfaction, life sure does smell sweeter. Though many of Sunnydale's residents are fleeing the city, the hospital still remains an active place ( Read more... )

My recent visits to the chapel in the Sunnydale General Hospital have not gone unnoticed. *smile* The local minister has asked me to come as often as I pleased. In fact, he has asked me to start visiting the rooms of those staying in the hospital.

Access to the complete hospital register...

*smile*

I love strolling through this town at dusk. You can almost smell the anticipation in the air. The eagerness. The longing. The curiosity ( Read more... )

There is little in this world that I find amusing. Yet I must admit I find the rantings of the delusional followers of the Slayer to be highly amusing. It is so easy to be brave from a distance. You choose righteous indignation but the only ones who have chosen to act are now suffering. Do any among you feel you could do better than a Slayer and ( Read more... )

There is nothing I like more then to rise early after a glorious evenin'.

I spent part of the evening with some of Sunnydale's finest. A group of fine upstanding gentleman searching for their way in a community filled with harshness and corruption. It truly is a shame their talents are wasted ( Read more... )