The Masquerade Ball was different, this was a party for adults and Buffy had wanted it to be a little bit like the Ball in Labyrinth because seriously who didn’t think that David Bowie’s Jareth was the sexiest ever? So the entry for the adult party was more glamorous (at least Buffy hoped) and the interior continued that theme. There was an area ( Read more... )

After talking with Alice and Macbeth, Jenny decided to check out the fight club, The Underground. As she stepped inside and looked around, a smile began to form, it was perfect. "I'll be able to get rid of the restlessness here." And her need to punch something. It will also help her stay in shape. She signed up for a match then headed toward ( Read more... )

There was something fitting about tending the cemetery for the likes of Macbeth. The Scot felt at home amongst the dead. He pulled weeds, righted older stones, worked to ensure the food for worms were given something like respect. Yes, Banquo's stone was still there, taunting him, haunting him, but how much he missed his wife burrowed into his ( Read more... )

So many emotions were flying through Jenny as she watched Captain Washington with his family. Thinking back to when she'd been nineteen and possessed by the demon Ancitif, Sheriff Corban was there for her but it hadn't been the same. She'd purposefully kept herself away from Abbie for years, partly from anger and betrayal. But also because of fear ( Read more... )

At first Liz had thought the dinosaurs were interesting. It was a perfect opportunity for people to observe creatures that were long-since extinct back home. It seemed almost harmless as there weren't that many carnivores that she had seen ( Read more... )

Rikki had kept a low profile since the lunar eclipse. The pull to do the wacky had been stronger during that time than a normal full moon and she hadn’t been sure what the after effects would be. But the sun was pulling on her more so she headed towards the beach ( Read more... )

Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow
Makes wing to the rooky wood:
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
While night's black agents to their preys do rouse...That the light and life of ( Read more... )

There was a growing feeling of unrest that the Scottish king couldn't shake. It made Macbeth restless. He found himself pacing, walking the village at odd hours. This night, as the sun set, he found himself walking again, head down, chin set. He didn't like feeling this way. His ring, the one signifying his marriage to Martha, dug into his shin and ( Read more... )

There were some broken gravestones; that was not something Macbeth had seen since he'd been here. But he could sense the anger here; a tang in the air not unlike blood: something he knew only too well.

He was working to keep his distance. Keep Martha - his wife - safe, keep away from those who would do harm. (There was a stuffed cat sitting ( Read more... )

It was not elaborate or well-attended, but it was, still, a wedding. Macbeth, in his new and pressed suit, stood outside the church. He turned to Martha, to his wife, using their joined hands to pull her close, his arm tight around her. "You are beautiful." It almost seemed she glowed.