I would say Sunnydale eats your soul but I don't bloody have one, do I? Somehow 've yet again ended up back here, despite the slayer and despite my unimaginable bad luck in the area. Though I suppose every day that I go without being in a Dust Vac is one up for me ( Read more... )

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Can't say as life will ever stop surprisin' me. I was actin' as though hell 'ad frozen over, bedding with...*barely manages to say* Jimmy. Most probably the only person 've ever regretted rollin' over to see! And a horrible incident involvin' a soul. Bugger all. Sunnydale will be the death of me, certainly ( Read more... )

Oh Goddess! *cries into Jimmy's shoulder* I can't, I can't believe it. All of the things. I just--*weeps, soaking Jimmy's shirt and holding him tightly ( Read more... )

You know, I believe every vampire comes to a certain point in 'er unlife where she realizes that she's made mistakes. I've made quite a few. How could I ever not realize what a fit, delightful man Jimmy is? He's the bloody best. And how could I ever mock 'is willy? It's perfect. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 'Course, Cara didn't ( Read more... )

I don't quite know exactly what's been happennin'. I woke up on the floor next to some chap who appears to be the only other Brit around (our accents, you see). S'pose we're brother and sister. We both 'ad the same suspicion of two other people in the building. Also the same fantastic taste in apparel. We act very similar ( Read more... )

I'm the mistress now!!! I am totally the most rockin' mistress of vampires there ever was! I'm gonna totally own, yo! Some girl with something on her face did something and now I'm wearing the pants, uh, skirt ( Read more... )

*unchains the body from her wall* Should probably get rid o' that. Startin' to smell, you realise? *smirks* Always a new person I can throw on the racks to make it more interestin', eh ( Read more... )

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*sits against the stone sarcophagus, unable to sleep, eyes wide, hair wild*

So bloody real...

A slayer, the one that was after me in the 60's, stake raised, words cold, Christopher watching with a smile...

*clutches her chest, hand over heart*

What did that blond bint do to me? I was there. They were there.

A stake sails downward toward me, ( Read more... )