The party was over. The only dead people walking the streets now were the ones who had been invited to the city by the hamsters.

Drusilla had enjoyed the last week. It had been bloody and chaotic, yes, but her heart - her dead and silent heart - had stirred with the thrill of it. She was bloody and chaotic, after all. She'd been able to kill and ( Read more... )

Oolong had gotten tired of the sceaming and the running the Extras were doing. There was no point in trying to reason with them, either-- he could try and explain to the doll-people (as he thought of them) that he meant no harm, really, and it was to no avail. Like talking to machines ( Read more... )

"--a messy eater, Eric." The tablet focuses on Godric's elbow, very near the screen. Beyond him is a blur of white and red that eventually comes into focus, somewhat alarmingly, into a white couch with blood spilled on it. Visitors will recognize it as one of the couches in the living room at the nest. The stark contrast between white cloth and ( Read more... )

One of the scariest, most heart stopping things the Gump ever did was wake up in a room completely void of the call of nature. No winds. No trees and no foliage, no fragrant moss or blossoms just waiting to greet the day as eagerly as he ( Read more... )

The longer time spent in Taxon, the more the Gump feels as though he has been remiss in his duties. True, he has no hold over Taxon at large, apart from his sorry excuse of an approximated sliver of home. But that never stopped him from venturing out before. Never would he in his youth have allowed for boundaries to be laid down without his ( Read more... )

Sleeping didn't come easy tonight, but Damon isn't thinking about why. If Stefan wants to throw off their nice little rhythm, fine. Fuck him, he can mope in his cell until he's weak enough Damon can pour blood down his emo throat without all the hassle. He doesn't care, never has. He's just annoyed, that's all. With the drama, with the ( Read more... )

The Gump blinks his eyes open, coming to as though from a very deep slumber. He shakes his head, tiny multi colored sparkles flying every which direction, forming something between the distinctive shape of a halo, and the less distinctive one of a dog shaking its fur dry. Then, long fingers reaching for his tablet, he switches it on, and presses ( Read more... )

Having been advised not to barter for a fiddle of his very own, but to 'hatch' one, Gump has since done just that. Albeit begrudgingly so - he harbours no ill will towards the ugly-shaped boxes and trinkets that make things appear given the right price - he has yet to take the concept into his bosom for safekeeping ( Read more... )

Tears were sliding down Willow's cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut and leaned against the tree. Buffy was gone, dead. The spell had been interrupted and there was no way to try it again. The last Urn of Osiris had been destroyed. Willow hadn't wanted to believe it, but now she had no choice. Buffy wouldn't be coming back. A strangled sob escaped ( Read more... )

Say what you will about Andrew, but he's not dull. It hadn't been hard for him to learn the basics of working in a shop like Tamper and Trick. It's a nice shop and it vaguely reminds Andrew of the Magic Box. He'd always wanted to go in there as a customer, but because of Warren, he was only able to go in once to plant a camera.

So Tamper and Trick ( Read more... )