The day in the lower levels of the mansion passed without incident. Doyle, this stranger with visions, basically bloody sent here by the powers-that-be, whom I wasn't familair with, even though I was over three-hundred years old, which made me understandably skeptical, to recruit me. Fangdan, who I had teamed together with to basically make all of ( Read more... )

Unconscionable things, that is what I had done. Three-hundred years of killing and maiming, and all it took was following my immortal love to America, and watching her be murdered by other demons, and vampires, to change me ( Read more... )

The thing that had been plaguing me, wasn't the fact that I knew that I had a soul, or that I actually did. What was plaguing me, what bloody bothered me to no end, what made me want to gnaw my own hands off after poking my own eyes out, was that I knew that I wasn't doing the right thing anymore, and yet, here I was, almost as if I were weak, ( Read more... )

I woke up. Didn't know what time of day it was. I couldn't sense if anything or one was near my room. The door was shut in my massive quarters inside of our massive legion castle in outer London near the Thames, but I couldn't tell if anyone was remotely close to my doorway. Fangdan was upset. He had sensed my soul when I had come in and when I had ( Read more... )

I thought that I had left them behind. I thought that they would kill Justin and that would have been that. I wasn't concerned with the three of them trying to corner me and take me apart, because the three of them, the three of the Sofilar demons with their scaly pink skin and venomous holy water bites, wouldn't be able to find me in our castle. ( Read more... )

I had left the hospital. I felt like a lug, bloody lug, even being there in the first place. Angel and I hadn't exactly seen eye to eye and he was very gung-ho about doing what he had to do at first, to find his son and now that he was injured, he was quite psychotic about making the doctors make him better ( Read more... )