I sat on my couch, flippin' through the channels as usual, and sippin' a nice, cold Miller Light. It wasn't quite dark enough to go slayin' just yet, so I was takin' it easy and doin' my usual lazy thing ( Read more... )

I woke up in a dark, stuffy room, momentarily forgetting where I was. Then I remembered: waking up from the coma, running from the hospital into the safety of Angel's mansion. I'm grateful that the dude trusted me enough to let me stay here...afterall, I was responsible for a lot of his grief around graduation time. But isn't that kinda in Angel ( Read more... )

I walked aimlessly around the town I used to practically own. Now I was nothin, a nobody to the random passerbies on the streets. I passed The Bronze, a place I used to frequent every week, rubbin up on the little boys who liked to think of themselves as men. A man only wants what he can't have and I was always very clear that they couldn't have ( Read more... )

A faint beeping sound came from next to me and I looked over to find myself hooked to a machine. Am I still dreaming? I attempted to sit up, but searing pain coursed through my entire body. No, I'm not dreaming anymore. Despite the pain, I sat up and looked around the room. I saw through the window that it was dark outside ( Read more... )

It's dark, the darkest black I've ever been surrounded by. I don't know where I am running to...or from, for that matter. All I know is I'm terrified of what's behind me. Maybe I'm running from me. The person I've become...the murderer. That's not me. That's not how I was taught by my watcher ( Read more... )

I was dressed head to toe, all in pink. Yuck, I've always hated pink. Daddy knew that, yet he insisted on dressing me up like a Barbie doll. But for some reason, I didn't mind this time ( Read more... )

The walls were cavin' in as I ran and ran as fast as I could down the long corridor. Faster and faster, the walls were wicked close. Down, down, down ( Read more... )

I ran down the stairs of the Summers' house and out the front door, essentially chasin' a shadow. That funky watch-out-behind-you feelin' in the pit of my stomach was getting more and more faint, and I knew I wasn't going to catch up with this vamp. Especially considering he was probably going to duck into hiding, since it was almost light out ( Read more... )

This Fred chick was really givin' off a strange vibe. She obviously wasn't a vampire, but there was just somethin' about her... I looked at B and scowled. I could tell she knew what I was thinkin'; must be a slayer thing ( Read more... )

I tossed and turned for a good half hour on the air mattress that laid on B's living room floor. It wasn't because I was uncomfortable because, let's face it, almost anything was more comfortable than sleepin' on the rat infested bed at the flea bag motel ( Read more... )