Call it inevitable ( Read more... )

They came out of the bushes and had weapons. It’s not like I haven’t seen this before, but what are they really getting by trying to rip me off. Chelsea and I are the front pair, we are the visible ones and a group of ten or so vampires with bow’s and arrows actually believe that they can rob us of what amounts to literally less then a hundred ( Read more... )

It was certainly a bloody interesting night. For me, it was interesting not only because of the probability of another Lycan battle at hand, but also because Regina had phoned and said that she and a friend were coming over ( Read more... )

Justin and I were prepared to fight hundres, thousands of demons, even. We had been ensouled and for better or worse, we both knew that this was where we were supposed to be, whether we were accepted by those that we were helping, or if we bloody weren't ( Read more... )

Justin and I weren't exactly the best of friends. I had planned on killing him earlier this evening. He had let my Brandy die on the cruiseliner coming back to England from the States, and that was unacceptable, and not only because I still harbored feelings for Adria after twenty years, but because it went against the demon code. Not lifting a ( Read more... )

It was a good thing, in my mind, that Katrina had gone to manchester to handle a little difference of opinion between a couple of the bloody big noises up there, where she would certainly bring pain to those who refused to pay us, which was the tradition for all jobs done in this country. Katrina was vicious and was Fangdan's lover for nearly ( Read more... )

I didn't know if we were going to save the girl in my dream, but I knew that we were going to save a brunette. I couldn't see Doyle's visions and though I knew that they worked, a description of the brunette in question and in danger, provided to me by Doyle, wasnenough for me to know for sure if it was herFor weeks, ever since the souling, I had ( Read more... )

We followed Angelus and his brunette version of Darla...well...she was taller then Darla and more attractive, in my opinion, but when even I had the lost the scent of them, we knew that it was time to give up. It was unfortunate, for as much as I didn't necessarily want to kill vampires that I used to consider friends, I had already killed Drusilla ( Read more... )

Here Doyle and I were, sitting in the terminal at LAX, drinking Starbucks coffee, waiting for the sun to bloody well go down. I had come to America with Doyle, who was a worker for the powers-that-be that received visions about innocents in trouble, not truly sure if I were interested in working with him. I got it, I was a vampire with a soul, and ( Read more... )

She was saucy. I had saved her from a not so bloody nice vampire, and enjoyed every minute of it, but now, she had to go. She had been attacked at the Rick's magic n' stuff, while picking up a box to bind a possessing demon, which I knew a little about, and then she had been attacked. The attack foiled, then came the getting to know her part, which ( Read more... )