A night to end all nights, it had been; I'd nearly killed Dawn, and then I'd really killed her, turning her blood to ice and making her like me. I could still smell the petrol, the taste of smoke on the wind as the Summers house burned. I glanced over at the passenger seat where Dawn sprawled, feet up against the dashboard, all coltish limbs and ( Read more... )

Everything was black. For so long, there was darkness, and I was floating, weightless, lost. Then slowly, something began to pull me down, pull me in and I went spinning back down into consciousness ( Read more... )

It's been a weird sort of week. Dawn and I can't seem to look at each other. Not completely full on, eye to eye. Not that it's stopped us shagging, of course; we may not talk properly or make eye contact but that doesn't stop us breaking the furniture. Sometimes it seems like that's the only way we can talk ( Read more... )

It's been three weeks since my near-death experience. That sounds so weird. I don't think I would've actually died. I think Spike just panicked - I mean, it was pretty scary. And painful. But not that dramatic, I swear. Although it's been kind of nice. I think it put me and Spike in a whole new place, now that we realized what it would be like to ( Read more... )

I woke up with an hour to go before sunrise. Dawn's back was towards me, her knees pulled in to her chest, and underneath the cheap satin sheets she looked small and frail. Almost childlike. I ran a finger softly down the curve of her spine. She shifted slightly but didn't wake. There was a stain on the sheet from where I'd bitten her, and I ( Read more... )

The bath I take as soon as I get home must've lasted for hours. I keep draining the tub partially and filling it up again so the water wouldn't get cold. I think I fell asleep at one point, so I climb out and head to bed so I wouldn't drown, 'cause this would be a bad time in my life to drown. But once in bed, I can't sleep. I just lay there, ( Read more... )

I drove away from Dawn's house, where she was no doubt wishing all manner of bad things on me. I could taste her in my mouth, a sweet mix of alcohol and blood and skin, and no doubt her own lips were stained with the taste of cigarettes. My whole body was crackling. I felt desire pulling at my belly, twisting it painfully, and I could hardly see ( Read more... )

My duster fell onto my shoulders, perfect fit now after thirty years' wear, barked my excuses to Dawn and left. There's blood in my ears and desire in my belly and after a moment I found myself running, even though I haven't run in years, and I was pounding the pavement so hard that I was surprised I didn't leave footprints ( Read more... )

I think it was mostly shock and exhaustion, but my head cleared as soon as I hit the pillow. I thought I was going to stay up, staring at the ceiling and thinking all night long, but I was out. For all of four hours. Didn't even dream ( Read more... )

It's beginning to get dark. I'm lying in Buffy's old bed, my eyes closed, and the bedroom door clicks open ( Read more... )