I sit at my desk in the Council, the same desk I have occupied for years, and watch the slate grey sky yield a soft flurry of snowflakes. In the distance I can hear the hum of cars on busy London streets. Soon it will be dark, and my lamp will pool orange onto my desk as I work. Not so long into the night as I once would have done, though. A ( Read more... )

Once I calmed down...which took about a week, I started thinking ( Read more... )

Why am I so good at what I do? Is it because my training started an nine years old? Is it because I studied under some of the greatest fighters in the world? Is it because I've had plenty of chances to use these skills, offensive and defensivley? Hell, it may well be that when I get bored, I train. I train and train and train. The classes ( Read more... )

This case was one of the stranger ones I'd had lately, which, working in central London, was saying something ( Read more... )

Since the meeting I hadn’t really been in the mood to be around people. I became a slayer only, going out at night, dispatching vampires, demons, anything I could get my hands on that seemed to be up to no good. I didn’t care, didn’t feel, didn’t think, just went out, hunted, stalked, killed, slayed. I found peace in it, the dance, the game, the ( Read more... )

After Willow’s phone call I had headed out to the Council’s garage. David stresses how much less extravagant the Council is these days; looking at the row of gleaming cars, I had to wonder what it was like before ( Read more... )

What an exciting, busy and stressful couple of weeks ( Read more... )

I dressed in a comfortable button-up shirt, untucked against my better judgement ( Read more... )

Maybe I should have called Tara before coming back. But it was sort of a snap decision, you know? As in, I snapped. Hiding in the USA and avoiding calling her again, scared that out next conversation would be her telling me that we were over, that she couldn't take this anymore... The thing is? I wouldn't blame her. I'd have to step back and let ( Read more... )

It's so boring here. I thought maybe living in a house full slayers would be like it was living at the base, someone tracking you down with a task atleast every other day, and spending the remainder of my time cradled in the lap of luxury, doing my hair and painting my nails or whatever. Well this is different. Nobody's around, and here my ( Read more... )