It was a disaster.

It was his style to shrug it off. To act like it had never happened, ideally. But he admittedly had issues when it came to his reputation, and he'd taken great precautions to keep his past a particularly well-guarded secret.

And now, completely without his permission or control, his past had literally walked the island for ( Read more... )

It was a peculiar place, this Tabula RasaMother had always stressed a thorough education, including all the classics, all of which they'd read together, in the parlor, in the dim light of the fire and gas-fueled table lamps. He had a rudimentary knowledge of Greek and Latin, as every proper, well-bred young man should, and he found it charming that ( Read more... )

He ached. His knees were bruised-- he'd jammed them on the floor of the stage, and he'd been coming down off an hours long adrenaline high that just wouldn't quit. Humanity, at times, was horribly tedious. He'd been looking after his own for centuries-- his girls, whose faces changed over the years but each was no less important to him than the ( Read more... )

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Chain-smoking wasn't exactly the symbol of great athleticism, but Spike had a way of doing things his own way ( Read more... )