He doesn't want to see her and she supposes that she understands, for burnt skin is never pretty, all puckered and scarred and pulled in the wrong places. Darla remembers. (Placing her hands on her scabbing face and wincing from the feel of it, Angelus had been the one to set her on fire and so she had sought refuge in the sewers, the cold water - ( Read more... )

Darla hasn't the faintest idea why she believes that she can "save" Harry - nor is she clear as to why she wants to. She's never been anybody's angel. In giving life to Connor she doomed him to a life spent without that which is most valuable to a child - his mother. She spent years watching over her boy as he grew strong and powerful in Quor'toth ( Read more... )

When I return to Los Angeles, I'm moving into Harry's penthouse.

Really, it's for the best.

The New Year is nothing that I haven’t seen before. I made my way to New York City on the night that the ball first dropped from the Times Square landmark, and I ate like royalty that evening, stealing blood from the New Year’s Eve revelers and leaving them to die in the streets. For years before and years since, I found myself partaking in ( Read more... )

There's a picture in her head that causes her unbearable pain - and it shouldn't, because truly, it's only a reflection of everything that she's brought upon herself and Darla has always (always) believed that regret is a wasted emotion. Perhaps it's the soul, burning itself ever deeper into her unconscious, but she can't help wondering. Why now? ( Read more... )

She discovers eternity the instant that the Master's blood passes from his ancient veins into the crevice of her lips - to be certain it is a fleeting glimpse, a mere taste of what is to come, but she savors the moment for what it is (a glance into a life that would be lived forever). She dies moments later, her soul damned ( Read more... )

My first return from the grave was not quite a miracle. It was a power play. The Senior Partners were positioning their bastion of lawyers against my boy and I, infected with a human soul and the disease which had been quickly draining my life away four hundred years before, was their weapon ( Read more... )

( Having never died my death, I can only assume that thinking about it is worse than actually doing it. )

I don’t exactly believe in reincarnation - for practical reasons, understand. You see, the entire point of such foolishness is that when a person dies, their soul returns to the ether and returns to earth bound in another body. It’s a very comforting idea, I suppose, for mortals who believe in it. They lie awake at night, contemplating the ( Read more... )

//Locked from everyone ( Read more... )