I hate her. I hate Buffy Summer's more than I've ever hated anyone in my life, or my un-life. Add in the years spent in Hell, and that is one very, very long time ( Read more... )

It was a long night, even for me. I sat in my room, and brooded about my children. See, every patriarch wants their family to be happy. Loved, and always supported. And I wondered, was I supporting them in their individual endeavors? Was I doing what a good father would? I think I was taking too much delight in being master, and not keeping up with ( Read more... )

I love sitting on the roof of The Bronze, and watch the town unfold below me. It is all mine for the taking. Willow went out earlier, I can only hope she and her friends find some more fun in this place. We havne't killed all the humans. After all, what would we eat then ( Read more... )