The one called Angel stood.
Standing there, feeling the new strength flowing through him, he faced the window, taking in the moonlight...
Breathing wasn't a problem, anymore...
Neither was living, at this point.

He faced his sire, looking at the clothes before him.
Black. Leather. Perfect..

'Just like her...' he found himself thinking ( Read more... )

I wandered around with the Slayer, pretending (and disgusting) to be my ensouled self ( Read more... )

It's not every day one gets to screw a Slayer.

I mean, come ON.
For a young thing, she wasn't that bad.

But...I've had better.
And I've had more. AT THE SAME TIME.

So Why, why, why does she get to me so much ( Read more... )

I remembered.. it was one year today.

One year from..then... the one day that I can say hurt me the most.

I fought the Slayers. There were more than two of them, almost like a Swarm ( Read more... )