Katarina

Fri, 26 Aug 2005 20:12:09 GMT

There's so much to love about college campuses.

Big, beefy frat-boys taste the best. Although there's a slight pickling effect. All that alcohol. I liken it to those hickory-smoked meats that mortals seem so fond of. Makes the boys taste like beef jerky.

I always liked jerky when I was alive. It was a lot more plentiful than most other kinds of meat.

We didn't have a lot of the most modern conveniences, after all. I never even saw a working television set until sometime in the mid-50's.

I still miss Texaco Star Theater.

I hear tell that there used to be a vampire pack set up on campus here in Sunnydale. They set up in a condemned sorority house or something. Some girl with aspirations of being the big vamp on campus.

So nice when the dreamers have such tiny, insignificant dreams.

I have to make good in this town. William will hardly be able to pretend I don't exist if I'm running this place, now will he?

Mon, 14 Feb 2005 15:12:39 GMT

No.

It's not possible.

William the Bloody, killer of Slayers, is NOT fighting alongside one, and murdering vampires!

I refuse to believe it. I don't care what was done to him by this...this...Initiative.

Army experiments.

Wait...that G.I. I bled...he'll have to know something about this, won't he?

I'll get answers, William. For you. And if they are lies, I'll raze this town to the ground for trying to destroy your reputation with such slander!

Sun, 13 Feb 2005 15:23:35 GMT

I've got a sudden taste for soldier.

Can't imagine why...

Soon as the sun goes down, I think I'll leave another present for little boy Rambo. Who knows...maybe I can even find a nice assault rifle that goes with these new boots...?

Sat, 08 Jan 2005 19:54:55 GMT

I've found myself a way to get to William, at last. It won't be as fun as staking that crazy wretch he used to be with...but it'll have it's fun.

I went shopping. And I caught his scent, in the mall. So, of course, I followed it. It'd be so nice to see William again, after all...we've got so much to catch up on, he and I.

Imagine my surprise when I realized that the scent wasn't coming from him, but from some girl. Some human girl.

Oh, this will be too fun. I know I can find her when I need her. Once I've got a scent marked, I never forget it. A few nights of following her, to get her patterns down, and I'll take her...and I'll see how much pain she can handle before she tells me everything about her and William.

Then I'll send her back to him, one peice at a time.

Edited to correct bad html. What do you want from my unlife, anyway? I suppose you're perfect in every way?

Mon, 20 Dec 2004 18:25:30 GMT

One of these days, I'm going to catch up to the person who invented those fucking Christmas lights, and I'm going to pull his intestines out his navel.

I was awakened again by blinking Christmas lights, and stupid neurotic idiot suburbanites climbing on their roofs. Rooves. Whichever. I've never been one for impecable grammar or spelling, and it's my fucking journal.

Talking to myself now? I'm going to wind up like her sooner or later if I keep this up.

Maybe we all go crazy, over the years, if we can't find someone to spend the time with. I mean, would I rather end up some babbling nitwit, like Drusilla's supposed to be, or a rampaging looney unable to control his own passions like the Scourge of Europe is supposed to be?

Yeah. I've done my reading. It's my bloodline, after all. It's family.

Come to think of it, I should make my way to the Master's lair. Pay my respects. See if the Slayer and her people left anything valuable and world-ending down there. From everything I've heard, they're not exactly bright people.

Maybe I'll get lucky.

Thu, 02 Dec 2004 14:32:03 GMT

That'll teach him not to be so damned punctual with his gardening.

Really, who runs a weed-eater at 8 in the morning? It's inhuman. And I'm a frigging demon.

Mon, 22 Nov 2004 03:51:43 GMT

So, this is Sunnydale.

I've heard rumors. Vampires talk. They talk too much, sometimes.

He always did.

'Course, I liked it better when he didn't talk, so much as do...

It'll be good to see Spike again...as long as he's gotten over that whole thing in Prague. I was mad. Jealous.

Couldn't help myself.

I hear there's a Slayer in this town.

Why should Spike be the only one with killing one on his resume?