After getting the paper and the spooks from the cashier at the local mini-mart, who seemed to be afraid to go out at night, I drove around Sunnydale looking for two things ( Read more... )

I watched the battle about to ensue. I knew that I couldn't just throw myself in there, for I was also a vampire and didn't want to scare her or make myself known to her in anyway until the time was right ( Read more... )

I couldn't believe that it had all worked out the way that it had. Quentin Travers, and his group of yes men and women were never this gracious, but for some reason, with me, they were offering a second chance to be a wathcer, and this time would bloody well be different ( Read more... )

The daylight lingered and while we slept, I woke on occassion and peered in on my dark goddesses purring. It was bloody sexy. I knew that she was sodding weak, and it would take a lot to regain her strength, and to make her into the blunt bloody killing instrument that she had been, but it would all be worth it in the end ( 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... )

The journey meandered it's way into the busy streets of London, where the Watcher's Council hailed, my hometown ( Read more... )

I awoke in my Spike’s arms as he carried me out of the car and into the ship. I had the most beautiful dream. I dreamt of times of old. Of my sisters, and their eyes like needles looking at me in horror. Of my mother as I touched the blood, her blood as it spread on the carpet, playing with the woven roses. Coloring them, black ( Read more... )

I got out of the shower quickly. The parents were actually being nice and I wasn't going to stick around to let them find something to get on my case about ( Read more... )

I looked into my cerel. The first day of school was steadily approaching and I just wanted to scream. I wanted to be back at Hemry before everything had happened. I really wished sometimes that I didn't care so much now. That my eyes hadn't been opened to something other than having a date on saturday nights. It would be so much easier to ignore ( Read more... )

The wet boys picked me up, picked us up at the hotel Castille in Brussels, where Corinna had been killed ( Read more... )