There's so much to love about college campuses ( Read more... )

No.

It's not possible.

William the Bloody, killer of Slayers, is NOT fighting alongside one, and murdering vampires!

I refuse to believe it. I don't care what was done to him by this...this...Initiative.

Army experiments.

Wait...that G.I. I bled...he'll have to know something about this, won't he ( Read more... )

I've got a sudden taste for soldier.

Can't imagine why...

Soon as the sun goes down, I think I'll leave another present for little boy Rambo. Who knows...maybe I can even find a nice assault rifle that goes with these new boots...?

I've found myself a way to get to William, at last. It won't be as fun as staking that crazy wretch he used to be with...but it'll have it's fun.

I went shopping. And I caught his scent, in the mall. So, of course, I followed it. It'd be so nice to see William again, after all...we've got so much to catch up on, he and I ( Read more... )

One of these days, I'm going to catch up to the person who invented those fucking Christmas lights, and I'm going to pull his intestines out his navel.

I was awakened again by blinking Christmas lights, and stupid neurotic idiot suburbanites climbing on their roofs. Rooves. Whichever. I've never been one for impecable grammar or spelling, and ( Read more... )

That'll teach him not to be so damned punctual with his gardening.

Really, who runs a weed-eater at 8 in the morning? It's inhuman. And I'm a frigging demon.

So, this is Sunnydale.

I've heard rumors. Vampires talk. They talk too much, sometimes.

He always did.

'Course, I liked it better when he didn't talk, so much as do...

It'll be good to see Spike again...as long as he's gotten over that whole thing in Prague. I was mad. Jealous.

Couldn't help myself.

I hear there's a Slayer in this town ( Read more... )