In Sunnydale
I would say Sunnydale eats your soul but I don't bloody have one, do I? Somehow 've yet again ended up back here, despite the slayer and despite my unimaginable bad luck in the area. Though I suppose every day that I go without being in a Dust Vac is one up for me.
The children remain in Europe, with Sky mothering them. She's shocked the world and turned into a virtual soccer mum for rogue vampire teens. Though I don't know how mothering she is as last I checked the bird had bedded the lot of them. Fortunately Jimmy and the girl aren't there to turn her into Goddess knows what else. The last I heard of those two they went back to New York in an attempt to rule the world. I've subsequently decided that I need my brain and should hire better help in the future.
The question still remains of why I am in Sunnydale, in my old crypt. I seem to, er, rather be lacking a bit o' memory. Memories from Sunnydale and more than a few from the 1970s, but I doubt that has anythin' to do with it. I ran into an old aquantance in London, which reminded me of why I left England in the first place some several dimensions ago. (Though I don't think I recall exactly why I'm not in me own dimension, only that White Chapel was a lot more fun in the last one. Or around 1901. I'm not really sure.) We had a disagreement. He thought I owed him a great deal of money, while I thought he needed to remove a stick from up his arse. My advice to others is to refrain from starting a row with a brassed off pixie from an evil dimension. He may pull you through several dimensions, get lost often and wind up exactly where he began in a poor attempt to find the dimension in which I could give his money.
Of course, after being mind-wiped by an evil pixie, I instantly thought of Sunnydale. I dodged the pixie, said a quick good-bye to the loves, and decided to hide out in America. Until I learn to arm meself with Nerf, London may want to be avoided.
The next question is trying to recall what I'm forgetting. I know I was 'ere. I know I was shagging a dashing blond. Then suddenly I'm fighting the apocalypse. Odd indeed. Funny that, I do know people here. Yuffie, Joan who's shipped off to 'er own dimension, Evalon and others. I should look up Evalon and ask what the devil I was doin' two years ago.
If only I could remember where she lived, or how we met...Bugger.
The children remain in Europe, with Sky mothering them. She's shocked the world and turned into a virtual soccer mum for rogue vampire teens. Though I don't know how mothering she is as last I checked the bird had bedded the lot of them. Fortunately Jimmy and the girl aren't there to turn her into Goddess knows what else. The last I heard of those two they went back to New York in an attempt to rule the world. I've subsequently decided that I need my brain and should hire better help in the future.
The question still remains of why I am in Sunnydale, in my old crypt. I seem to, er, rather be lacking a bit o' memory. Memories from Sunnydale and more than a few from the 1970s, but I doubt that has anythin' to do with it. I ran into an old aquantance in London, which reminded me of why I left England in the first place some several dimensions ago. (Though I don't think I recall exactly why I'm not in me own dimension, only that White Chapel was a lot more fun in the last one. Or around 1901. I'm not really sure.) We had a disagreement. He thought I owed him a great deal of money, while I thought he needed to remove a stick from up his arse. My advice to others is to refrain from starting a row with a brassed off pixie from an evil dimension. He may pull you through several dimensions, get lost often and wind up exactly where he began in a poor attempt to find the dimension in which I could give his money.
Of course, after being mind-wiped by an evil pixie, I instantly thought of Sunnydale. I dodged the pixie, said a quick good-bye to the loves, and decided to hide out in America. Until I learn to arm meself with Nerf, London may want to be avoided.
The next question is trying to recall what I'm forgetting. I know I was 'ere. I know I was shagging a dashing blond. Then suddenly I'm fighting the apocalypse. Odd indeed. Funny that, I do know people here. Yuffie, Joan who's shipped off to 'er own dimension, Evalon and others. I should look up Evalon and ask what the devil I was doin' two years ago.
If only I could remember where she lived, or how we met...Bugger.