The night had gone exceedingly well, as far as I was concerned. Sure, the vampire slayers still lived, and the plot to kill them had been foiled, but minimal damage had been done, and in an election year and an even bigger year for me, personally, I thought that the way the damage had been managed was perfect ( Read more... )

I was getting ready to leave City hall. After my visit from Boris with his tale of the night, I was relatively pleased, with the exception that he didn't kill the vampire slayers for me, yet and especially because he had told me that the hitmen had shot two of the high school students on Homecoming dance night ( Read more... )

It had been a rather long day. Not because the PTA meeting wasn't it's normal exhilirating and exuberant self, nor was it because the meeting with the Boy Scouts of America wasn't in itself, riveting. Those meetings were swell and parents and students alike would have bright futures in these parts, at least basing things upon the metings, if it ( Read more... )

The news of this latest action occurring here in my town of Sunnydale, was most welcomed, by myself, at least, what with all of the slayers that seemed to be running around. The one slayer, a Miss Summers, my office had known about for several years, and then, there had been another slayer here last year, killed by one William the Bloody or his ( Read more... )

I had already stayed late at the office. Well, in these kind of times, sometimes you had to put your best foot forward, that you had to put in some extra mileage, and not waste time when you did it ( Read more... )