“This is where you get off, he hissed, his rough hands pinning my neck back.” You fool Jenny, I thought as my wild eyes searched his face ( Read more... )

This was just what I needed, a new librarian, and a male at that, found that to be rather interesting. The rumor mill was a buzz, suddenly Miss Jenkins was gone, and now we have this new ex museum curator, why would he want to come here ( Read more... )

Another Apocalypse, this is the hell-mouth people. I sighed as I read my emails, if only some of my online friends were closer. Very few techno-pagans out there, and here in this town, danger at dusk, as I liked to call it, I was feeling far from home ( Read more... )

As the clock ticked slowly, the heat swelling in the room, I couldn’t wait for the bell to ring, today it was Sunnyhell. The even rambunctious students were unusually quiet, the stifling heat, unusual here, kept everyone in check, except the occasional temper that flared ( Read more... )

I’d spent the morning in the library, finally able to stay some distances away from Rupert. He was sending out such weird vibes, he was worried, and even in this transparent state it bothered me to see him worried, or troubled or anything that didn’t resemble a smile ( Read more... )

I could feel it welling up from everywhere, evil on the cusp of exploding. I knew I had to do something, to make things right ( Read more... )

A vortex of powder not far away called me in still darkness of the night. Things were happening; a strange convergence of the mystical powers of the Hellmouth and everyone I cared about was in trouble ( Read more... )

Once I realized I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, I began to experiment. Maybe it had been my assumption, or something I’d read, but I had never dared moving very far from Rupert. Was it that I didn’t want to leave his presence? To my dismay, when whatever mystical force brought me back, it dismayed me to realize I’d been gone such a short ( Read more... )

Cold, I was cold. I wondered how many terms I could use to describe how I felt. When all you have is time one finds things to do. I’ve counted every object in every room Rupert has been entered, read the books over his shoulder, but at times I just got bored ( Read more... )

For an instant he’d been in my arms again, my lips pressed against his. But just for an instant. He’d wanted death, at time had sought it not caring about the consequence. In rage, he’d made his way to the factory, burning it to the ground, his soul cried out in torment, and unbeknownst to him, someone answered ( Read more... )