On to Amerika. From beautiesnbeasts
After my Anastasia had been killed by an angry mob of vampire hunters in the daylight, where I couldn't protect her, protect her, the niece of Adolf Hitler, himself, and after I had avnged her death by killing virtually all of those responsible, I felt a twinge of what to do next. Things ran very smoothly in Europe. No slayers were here to interfere, and that would have been welcome, because life was strangely, at times, too easy, and most of the other demons and certainly all of the vampires that I came across, were repectful of me and feared me to the point where it was ghastly. I missed the strategy of war, the synchronicity of a perfectly conceived and executed, military style ambush.
I received a strange call from a Mayor of a town in California named Sunnydale. It took virtually the entire conversation with 'his honor' to compute exactly what Sunnydale was. It was the town that held the hellmouth and according to this Mayor, one Richard Wilkins, two slayers. Now I knew why I hadn't seen a slayer in many years. If there were two there, then it only stood to reason that one of them had lived for a very long time, although, I would need clarification about just exactly how two slayers could be chosen at once.
I denied, originally, the request to go there, but when talking to him, I realized that it was a win/win proposition. The private jet picking me up would be sunproof and I would be transported by sunsafe limousine to City Hall in Sunnydale when I arrived. So, traveling there wasn't the pain in the ass that I anticipated.
He also told me that I would be compensated handsomely, although sehnsucht for money wasn't something that I had done in quite a couple of centuries. He expressed a desire for me to eliminate the slayers and that I was free to do, within reason, whatever it took to accomplish that. He was against chaos, but I could understand that, him being the Mayor of hellmouth central.
Mein herz brennt for my Anastasia, but now I had a temporary purpose that would keep me occupied and who knew? Maybe at the hellmouth, I would find reason to go forward with the zest that I had always lived with before. I hated Amerika, intensely. If it wasn't for Amerika, Deutchland would rule all of Europe, but in my own way, this trip could be made to make many Amerikans pay.
As I safely boarded the jet, the sun still up, but not far from descending, and a blanket served me well, a bag in my hand, I relished the opportunity to face two more enemies who also seemed to be in Sunnydale, on top of the slayers. Fredrik and Hans Gruenstahller. Human assassins who had shot both Anastasia and I in Stuttgart a couple of years ago, who had gotten away into the sun in the process, and who had also murdered what was to be a sweet kill of a politician for the two of us.
The jet took off, and wanting my zen to be in fullforce when I arrived, I napped.
[Mayor Wilkins]
I received a strange call from a Mayor of a town in California named Sunnydale. It took virtually the entire conversation with 'his honor' to compute exactly what Sunnydale was. It was the town that held the hellmouth and according to this Mayor, one Richard Wilkins, two slayers. Now I knew why I hadn't seen a slayer in many years. If there were two there, then it only stood to reason that one of them had lived for a very long time, although, I would need clarification about just exactly how two slayers could be chosen at once.
I denied, originally, the request to go there, but when talking to him, I realized that it was a win/win proposition. The private jet picking me up would be sunproof and I would be transported by sunsafe limousine to City Hall in Sunnydale when I arrived. So, traveling there wasn't the pain in the ass that I anticipated.
He also told me that I would be compensated handsomely, although sehnsucht for money wasn't something that I had done in quite a couple of centuries. He expressed a desire for me to eliminate the slayers and that I was free to do, within reason, whatever it took to accomplish that. He was against chaos, but I could understand that, him being the Mayor of hellmouth central.
Mein herz brennt for my Anastasia, but now I had a temporary purpose that would keep me occupied and who knew? Maybe at the hellmouth, I would find reason to go forward with the zest that I had always lived with before. I hated Amerika, intensely. If it wasn't for Amerika, Deutchland would rule all of Europe, but in my own way, this trip could be made to make many Amerikans pay.
As I safely boarded the jet, the sun still up, but not far from descending, and a blanket served me well, a bag in my hand, I relished the opportunity to face two more enemies who also seemed to be in Sunnydale, on top of the slayers. Fredrik and Hans Gruenstahller. Human assassins who had shot both Anastasia and I in Stuttgart a couple of years ago, who had gotten away into the sun in the process, and who had also murdered what was to be a sweet kill of a politician for the two of us.
The jet took off, and wanting my zen to be in fullforce when I arrived, I napped.
[Mayor Wilkins]