A map of Greater London was spread out on the kitchen table, mired with blotched out red marks (and more than one coffee stain) from areas she'd searched. Deanna flipped her copy of The Sun from the entertainment gossip, clucking her tongue as she did so.

Best original villain my ass, she snarked, after reading the latest direct-to-video awards ( Read more... )

Okay. Best fucking love song ever. And everyone knows I'm not sentmental.

I want to eat his brain.

Right. Back to searching for coma girl.

I didn't fucking lose a comatose vampire. It's impossible.

...

Fine. It's possible.

The blood trail from when she ripped out the IV dribbles through the front fucking door. And yeah, theoretically she's got two brain cells left; maybe she remembers how to hunt, could've stolen clothes, found a place to crash when the sun comes up ( Read more... )

The alarm wailed for a third time before Deanna pulled herself out of bed. She felt like hell, and most likely looked like it too. What I wouldn't give for a five second reflection in a mirror she mused. Her hair was tangled and mussed; she suspected double-bags under her eyes. She didn't regret anything in her undead life; every night was a ( Read more... )

Deanna led Gibb down the hallway to the back room. Various sounds resonated, varying from extreme pleasure to howling pain. She grinned at the girl, teasing her forward.

Gibb wasn't really sure what to expect, but at this point she was up for whatever game Deanna had planned. She followed behind egarly.

( Letting Go )

Kara, dressed in a short black mini dress and strappy high heels made her way into Fang Noir. Deanna had indeed added her name to the guest list and she looked forward to seeing the woman again. She saw the redhead looking out over the crowd from her bar stool and smiled. "Hi there" she beamed ( Read more... )

Come a little closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleepin'
We could dream this night away.

But there's a full moon risin'
Let's go dancin' in the light
We know where the music's playin'
Let's go out and feel the night.Karaoke. With the right song, you can save the world. Or yourself, for that matter ( Read more... )

Deanna dragged her tired (and slightly lop-sided) ass out of bed. Dusk had fallen and a cool breeze filtered through the window as she opened it. Of late her dreams had been... dangerous, bidden with calls of fire. She shook her head, hair cascading down. Leaning against the window frame, she let out a small sigh ( Read more... )

Some would say stealing the bereavement book from a funeral home is about as low as you can get.

They haven't tried hard enough. *giggle*

Hmmm. Kara Williams. It's a start.

Two for the price of one. That’s the best way to describe it. Took a jaunt to the Jarrett and Jarrett Funeral Home last night. Wanted to make sure they weren’t burying the wrong (defrocked as it turns out) priest, tease the merry widow a little, and who do I run into? Tall, dark and tweedy. *g* Someone down there likes me.

( 'Round and round she goes, where she stops nobody knows )