After Jada and I had dscovered that night had fallen and that we could now leave the mausoleum, she hatched the plan to go to her former place of employment. She wnated to kill a lot of the customers that used to grope and grab at her in the strip club ( Read more... )

I had turned a vampire slayer into a vampire. Jada caught my eye, immediately. Going back through history, the Moors had conquered Sicily, which is why my skin, or is likely why, anyway, is dark and my hair is dark, as opposed to more of an Austria, blue eyes, blonde hair look. If history is accurate, then black is in my genetic makeup and though ( Read more... )

The fight outside of the club had gone very much our way. Xavier had managed to wisk Buffy off through magic’s, to somewhere, probably back to his castle in Paris, where he would likely use magic’s to turn her into his Immortal ( Read more... )

You would think that the First evil who could move around the world and had his or her eyes all over the world at one moment, might be able to send us to our destination without the need for us actually purchasing a ticket. You might think this, but you would be wrong. Not that I was bitter about having to fly, or that I was one who complained, but ( Read more... )

Angel had tried to stop Michael from harming Cordelia, and I had bumped into Buffy Summers, the heralded vampire slayer that even I knew of, though I hadn’t left Europe in a century or more ( Read more... )

I had handled Michael Benedict, although I hadn't killed him, the way that I wanted to. I had met Buffy in the cemetary and after some tense moments, I convinced her that I was souled and that it wasn't unprecedented, that there had been another vampire with a soul in the world ( Read more... )

I knew that Michael Benedict was in this little town of Sunnydale, California. Worn, torn, my friends gone, my money gone, my lover gone, and filled with grief and pain and visions over horrors that I had committed in the past, I took a night flight from Rome to Los Angeles ( Read more... )

It's a shame when your life is turned over and completely decimated because of one or two idiot warlocks. My life had been good. It had been great, in fact. I had lost my immortal love, Michaela, about fifty years ago to a vampire slayer and had vowed that I would remain faithful to her memory for the rest of my existence. Those in my legion ( Read more... )