I stood in the graveyard watching the brunette Slayer and petite redhead walk away. What was going on? I was informed that this town would be without a Slayer. She was supposed to be dead and the other in prison. Perhaps this was that imprisoned Slayer? Had she managed to get out of jail? But how? Breaking the law to save the innocent. How ( Read more... )

Well, here I was again. Back at this Academy. I was not sure how I felt about being back here. I was already growing weary of my charade. The people here were more than contemptable and I would much rather just pick the girls off one by one. But something urged me not to do so. Perhaps it was because I had already begun the charade. I sighed ( Read more... )

So this is Sunnydale. I am thoroughly unimpressed. However, after a short tour of the city, I have found myself suitable accomodations. It certainly is not completely up to my standards; my home in Rome was far superior. However, this will have to do I suppose. What was I to expect from.. California. I nearly choke on the word. It is a ( Read more... )

I walked away from that insolent, unhelpful, Watcher-want-to-be quickly. I was angry with her insolence and frustrated that she had no idea what was going on in this place. However, it was comforting to know about the lack of security measures. That, at least, was something in my favor ( Read more... )

I approached the Hyperion Hotel. It looked old and slightly worn. I was not sure that this was a place for a so-called "champion" to be staying. Running investigations from a place like this? It just seemed... impractical. And it certainly does not have any flair. Why is it that vampires never want to live in any sort of style? They all roll ( Read more... )

I have come to find myself in California. That makes me want to gag. I absolutely detest the United States. Such a filthy, pathetic excuse for a country. It makes me sick. So you must wonder what has brought me here. Well it's really quite simple. I was informed that an Academy for Slayers had been set up outside of San Fransisco. So many ( Read more... )

I could not help but ask myself how I managed to end up back in the filthy garbage heap of a country that was America. And more specifically, how I ended up in California. This place was positively wretched. And it was where the Master had laid down roots with his beloved Darla. Darla. How could he have favored such a whore over me? She was... ( Read more... )