Hours. Days. Centuries. Temporal spaces used to ceaselessly fascinate me, I enjoyed shifting time and space and dimensions to suit my fleeting whims and desires. Now time seemed of little consequence when I no longer had the power to manipulate it to my liking. Time passed both slowly and quickly as I stood atop the building the halfbreed seemed so ( Read more... )

Angel had sent me on a mission ( Read more... )

The witch. She has restored small pieces and fragments of what is rightfully my own. I am unaware of how she could have gained such great power on this realm yet I question it not for the time being. This power is mine, and should have been kept for eternities to come, until I could rise again and rule all dimensions. Yet the world is cruel and has ( Read more... )

"Where are you going?" The mortal man who I'd experimented with asked as I emerged from underneath the sheets. This one was already half asleep, exhaustion and rest were calling to him and it radiated off of him in waves. He was of little use to me now ( Read more... )

The halfbreed still did not understand, I could sense his confusion at angering me so. Yet, it was not half as wide as mine. I had offered to extinguish what caused him pain and it was not welcome. Spike was quick to anger as well, perhaps it is why I have kept him alive. All of them, they are all alive because I wish it to be so. I could snuff ( Read more... )

I have wandered the streets in this new world I have created. This dimension in which the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart do not yet stand victorious ( Read more... )

Standing atop the ruins of what once stood as the Wolfram and Hart building, my eyes peered curiously around the darkened streets of Los Angeles. My hand reached out and gently brushed over the frame of the building, the concrete and metal holding secrets that were kept for centuries upon centuries. The Wolf, the Ram and Hart; they have proved ( Read more... )

I have been away with Wesley and Spike- training, that is what Wesley has called it ( Read more... )

The witch did little to soothe me, her power edged against her. I could see it as clearly as one sees an image held in the palm of their hand. Her power would be the end of her, her words betray her. Emotion. It came off of her in waves and made my stomach clench in disgust. How very human. Her power would do little against me, it could be crushed ( Read more... )

I can no longer abide this human weakness. These wounds that drip blood as sure as the heavens would open and pour their rain upon us as we fought. They will heal, it is certain. Yet that I must suffer them is grievous enough ( Read more... )