W Winifred,my Winnie, my best friend. The only one that really and truly listens. Come to think of it, I really listen to her. Seriously, this lady is all heart. It still seems surreal that she is here, in the flesh-Alive and breathing. There's actual blood pumping through her veins. This is really her, not the blue ox. FredSonja is still lurking about somewhere. We both are trying to get our proper footing, with all this trying to be good crap. Not sure how the possessor is doing but I still have some getting used to the soul and what not. Maybe in time the pain will ease some. After all, my best mate's back to help me get through.
I'm nothing like Angel. Angel is dull as a tablelamp. And we have very different colouring.
A This old man, he plays knick knack patty whack on his forehead. Some say we should respect our elders. There was a time I had nothing but utter respect for Angelus. He is my gransire after all but abandonment is something not easily forgivable. Not once, not twice but thrice he left. The first time guess wasn't really his fault but it still counts. Angel thought he found away around the curse by the third time but it's Buffy man. There was no way around how happy she can make us. Especially ol' granpappy. There you have it in a nutshell tied up in a pretty golden yellow bow. Angel got all happy again. Let's go stake him, shall we? Oh right ...we should see if we can get his soul back first. In the meantime guess it's back down to only one vampire with a soul.
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Buffy, AtS,Supernatural, TW, TvD,TO, Shadowhunters,The Secret Circle
"Well I don't want to be this good looking and athletic. We all have crosses to bear."
Name: William Pratt Alias: Spike,William the Bloody, Blondie bear(Harm), Platinum Baby(Harm), Captain peroxide , hostile 17 and The
Big Bad Species: Vampire Eye Colour: Dark Blue Hair Colour: Blond Origin: Victorian -England Spouse: Single Favourite Holiday: Don't really have a favourite BUT I hate Halloween Personality: Loyal, devoted, vainglorious, complex, protective Nationality: British
Goal: To not burn in the sun. Physical Appearance: Billy Idol wannabe? Bite me. He is the one who stole the look from me. That's right I got bleach blond hair, nails are painted black - sometimes. My favourite piece of clothing is my black leather duster. Stole it off a slayer I killed in the 70's. Sort of feel bad about it. The killing part, not the stealing of the jacket.
Known for witty one-liners. I don't love to brag, who am I kidding, I love to brag. My swaggers in check.
Drusilla sired me in 1880. Life before that doens't count, dying that day made me feel more alive.
One Love, One
"I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it."
My little foam latte has gone away. I've been thinking of her as of late. Especially the way I treated her when we were together. I was a bloody maggot really. What can I say about my mentholated pack of smokes? We hate everything about each other, why do we love one another? Don't tell her I said the L word, Harm will never shut it if she finds out. Even if she found herself a good man or Vamp or demon of any sort, she still will yammer on and on if she knew I mentioned that word or that I've been thinking about her. So, let's keep that to ourselves, shall we?
Sexual Orientation: Mostly Heterosexual Started Dating: Which Time? Official: (again)00/00/19 First Kiss: 00/00/00 | Where at? Song Dedication: I hate everythig about you- Three Days Grace Lyrics:
I hate everything about you, why do I love you, You hate everything about me, why do you love me Love Songs: Love Bites- Def Lepard. ( Show Me Your) Teeth - Lady Gaga. Salt in our wounds - H.I.M.
The Beacon Hills
"Hate to break it to you,mate, but bad things happen everywhere."
Well I would actually love to discuss a storyline with you Spike, Although I hardly watched Buffy, I know Spike, and Buffy pretty well. I don't have really a good idea except that maybe Spike and Alec run into each other in the woods, and Spike maybe attacks Alec? I know it's lame, but it's the only thing I can think of right now. And since Alec has angel blood in him it might be important to Spike somehow since angel blood would make him a day walker.
My name is Kaitlyn Merritt and I live in Beacon Hills with my mom and sister, Olivia.
I moved here recently after a house fire killed my father and put my other sister into a coma.
Since he has been in a coma I have been having weird dreams about people's deaths and then finding out that they have actually died.
But moving on from that, I would love to discuss when you get a chance
//Kaitlyn is actually one of the three fates who ended up having her memory wiped to protect her and other people from her. She currently has dreams of people dying and if they happen when she is awake she ends up in pain. Also, I can play Kaitlyn anywhere as I have it where she travels sometimes.
The sun started lower in the sky and slowly disappeared behind the trees that blocked it from the view of a somewhat small two story home. A girl with blonde hair stared out the window watching as outside grew darker. Quietly she listened to the voices downstairs as they chatted about what was the next plan of action.
Living with their grandparents was not something their mom planned to do forever and soon she hoped to be out in a place of their own that was hopefully less cramped. Slowly she glanced around the room at her two younger sisters who were already asleep even though it was only nine at night.
Since she was eighteen Kaitlyn was able to come and go as she pleased within reason. Most nights she was home by a decent time but every now and then she would come home from the Sinema a little later than planned. Tonight she had planned to go with her friend but last minute her friend had told her that she was unable to go. While this disappointed her she did not let this change her mind about going out and having fun. It was a good chance to meet new people which was something she had really not taken much time to do.
Quickly she grabbed her phone, ID and some money then headed down the stairs. "I'm going out. I'll be home in a bit." Without giving her mom a chance to respond she pulled the door open and closed it quietly behind her as to not wake up her sisters. Since the Sinema was not in walking distance she had permission to use her mother's car.
After a half and hour drive she finally arrived at the club which she promptly parked then headed inside. Once inside she headed straight for the bar where she showed her fake ID. Either the bartender believed the ID was real or he really didn't care however none of that actually mattered to Kaitlyn. "Can I get a screw driver please." Patiently she waited for the drink and once it was given to her she paid and walked away from the bar.
Walking through the club was difficult because of the many people who often blocked any way of getting around. Carefully to not spill her drink, she squeezed past people. Luckily after getting past all the people she had not spilled her drink. Slowly she walked towards the corner where she would be able to listen to the music and drink her screw driver without the worry of bumping into anyone.
As she walked she paid less attention and felt her shoulder hit someone else causing her drink to spill slightly on her hand. "Im so sorry." Part of her didn't want to apologize because she believed the person was paying as little attention as she was so it was both of their faults but in order to avoid a fight she decided to do the polite thing.
Skylar sighed wishing she had a chance to get her mother better but that was not the case and she had learned to live with that. On top of that maybe she wouldn't have been sent away at the age of five if she hadn't gotten sick.
Skylar sat there quiet when she suddenly heard a twig break behind her causing her to jump a little. She turned around slowly not sure what to expect especially since being just anywhere at night did not seem to be the safest thing in Beacon Hills.
"Hello?" She said with a slight hint of attitude in her voice. She stared up at this stranger in the moon light. Her hand reached slowly into her pocket as her hand gripped around her phone. "Can I help you?" Normally she liked having peace when she spent time at a grave but apparently that was not going to happen.
She stared at the person unsure of whether she would get attacked or what. It wasn't normal for someone to come up to a stranger at a cemetery just because was it. She sighed ready for whatever fate had brought her.
Skylar hadn't been in town long but it was long enough to meet people. Most people she couldn't care less to have met.Her brother had introduced her to several of his friends many of whom she did not remember the names of. 'Skylar we have plans today.' Stiles was planning to drag her out to probably meet just another one of his friends. This time he had mentioned the name Liam, another student who was about the same age as her. Not only was he shoving his friends down her throat but now he was trying to push friends on her.
She shook her head, admitting to having other plans for the day. Stiles didn't seem to like that answer especially since she planned to go at night. "Can you give me a ride to the graveyard?" She knew he wouldn't like this but it was something she needed to do...alone. "I just need to go there by myself but it's a little far." Stiles nodded then responded to her. 'I'll pick you up a little later. Call when you're ready.' She could tell he didn't like the idea but she could also tell he knew he had no choice since she would find a way there either way.
Stiles walked with her out to the Jeep and gave her a ride to the graveyard. It was dark and slightly cold. Once there he parked and walked her over to the grave then turned around and left. She sat on the ground staring at the grave deep in thought. Being that she left Beacon Hills at the age of five she had barely any memory of her mother. But that didn't stop her from going to the grave to fill her mom in on what she had been doing lately. As she sat there she knew what she was about to do was weird but it was the only closure she had with the death.
"Mom..."Even saying that word seemed odd since her mother had not been the one to raise her. But her mother was not someone she was entirely mad at. Sure growing up she blamed her mom for leaving her and blamed her for her being sent away. Even now she did not completely forgive her mother for being gone and while she knew her mother had no choice it still hurt. "Dad finally brought me back...Yep just now. I'm sixteen now." She sat down on the ground in front of the grave and crossed her legs. "Grandma and grandpa sent me back because I was too much to handle." She sat silently as though her mother was talking to her but that was crazy thoughts. Even if she was just thinking to herself even she did not know how her mother would respond.