God! I bloody hate the Parisian pelochs!

[backintweed]

I entered the into the journal on this 8th day of October 1996, that she had expertly handled the vamps in the Beauclaire cemetarie off of the rue de champagne, but that was before the second wave came at her

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[slayer_corinna]

I don’t know why I was thinking of me mum, if I told Giles he might think I was daft, the vampire on my right resembled her. This brought up a certain query. Proposition: Suppose, for arguments sake, this dark horde changed me mum or Giles, would I be able to stake them, unemotionally chopping off ‘er head

[backintweed]

"Did you just see that, Corinna. I dusted one myself! The council made me do that several years back, but the environment was completely controlled. This, I had to use my own cunning, keep my own wits about me and it worked

[slayer_corinna]

Glancing up, I had to admire the architecture of our hotel, although it was in disrepair, it had once been elegant. Making a mental note to look it up later, I didn’t know much about styles, maybe it was my respect for the past, or my love of drawing, but I fed on every detail of the building much as devoured the massive amounts of books Giles gave me.

I studied his profile, and wondered if there had ever been a Mrs. Giles. I never asked, as that would be rude, but I suspected he would be a good father, after all, he was to me.

“I’ll ring around for some tea, and then we can go back research.” I stopped in my tracks to admire the skyline.

“We never look up. Have you realized that? It’s such a wonderful quiet time, or at least it was. I can’t let them take over the night, Giles, I can’t.” At that moment, it felt as if the preverbal rabbit was crossing my grave and I felt a foreshadow of things to come.

[backintweed]

"And we wont, Corinna. There will always be vampires and demons, but we will remain stalwart, diligent, and we will do what we can. We will control, curb the vampire population and they will never fully be able to take over and that all my dear, s because of you."

I could tell that she was feeling tension, and while she never fully expressed, verbalized her fears, I had come to know her well enough to tell that fear was in her heart of hearts.

"I think our work may be needed elsewhere, Corinna. Would a change of scenery make you feel a little better? The council has let me know that Belgium is having a plague, a rash of mysterious deaths that the police there are clueless to figure out."