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It's been a long road time since I've posted in here. I'm afraid to look to see just how long.
But I wanted to write down my thoughts on the finale of Star Trek Enterprise.
I'd like to see a commentary on this episode. Because I find myself curious as to why they went the direction they did. I'm guessing, that they had just enough notice of the cancellation to make a final episode. That's why at the end of the second to last ep, they said it'd still take years to finalize the alliance. And they wanted to end the series with that alliance so they had to jump ahead a few years. Okay so why not just do it?
Why make it a holodeck simulation? And why that particular time? I think it'd make more sense to have done it where we last left off with the Trek Universe (remember the reboot hadn't happened yet). You would have saved on makeup for Troi and Riker to make them younger for one thing. They could be about to have the Romulan Empire and the Federation sign a big historic agreement or something. That would have made perfect sense to then observe via holodeck the formation of the Federation.
It must have been a specific choice to use that particular episode. And I just didn't quite get the connection I'm afraid. And why that kind of story? Helping Shran foil some interstellar mobsters? Sure I wanted to see Shran again but that wouldn't have been hard. Why not focus the entire episode on the fact that they were about to make history?
Because they wanted some action, they wanted the drama of killing off one of the characters, and they didn't have two hours like TNG, DS9 and VOY did?
All that aside, the writing on this episode was kinda good. Any idiosyncracies in performance, dialogue and such I put down to the fact that for the Enterprise crew, it's been six years since we last saw them. And the fact that anything in there is all at least second hand. That program was most likely based on news stories, personal logs and...
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Like the subject says, episode 3 of Spade
My sister once called me the Nostalginator. While she was referring to the characters I like to play in online RPGs, that title really fits me I think.
Today I looked through an old yearbook that I made for college. Basically a photo album with college pictures and places for people to sign. And I realized two things. One, cursive is really hard to read. And also that I'd even managed to gloss over the stupid crap I did and said in college. Mostly.
John Johnson’s “SPADE”:
Just when you thought you were safe from making the tough choices in life, “SPADE” returns with an all new episode! Based on your votes at the end of the last installment, our ragtag group of wannabe heroes find themselves on the run as they try to figure out what their next move is. Meanwhile, Wesley’s new “tenant” starts to make things uncomfortable for Noelle, forcing Spade and his crew to discover that one of their own is not who he appears to be. And who is the mysterious figure currently on their trail? Director John Johnson brings you the next exciting episode of “Spade”, a new interactive web series where you – the viewer – get to decide what happens next. How will you choose?
Woot! Come watch Spade, a choose your own adventure horror/action webseries!
I am in a supernatural action adventure, choose your own adventure web series called Spade! Check it out at the link below. Yes, I said choose your own adventure.http://www.darkstone-ent.com/spade.html
“Choose Your Own Adventure” – made popular in the 1980s, many people remember this series of books by the fact that the reader was given the ability to decide what fate befell the main character of each story simply by choosing what page to turn to next.
Three decades later, John Johnson, director of such films as Skeleton Key (not the one with Kate Hudson), The Dark Tower, and of course the upcoming remake Plan 9, is taking this concept to the next level with a new web series where YOU get to decide what happens next. Titled “SPADE”, each episode chronicles the life and adventures (or lack thereof) of a man you’ve never heard of who once saved the entire world – Jack Spade.
Fifteen years ago, Spade was prophesied to defeat the forces of darkness. Killing the Devil himself, Spade succeeded and became a hero. Despite his noble efforts, Jack was quickly abandoned by the same institution that had delivered the prophecy – the Masonic Church of Rome. Deeming him as no longer necessary, the Church of Rome turned their back on Jack and he was left to fend for himself.
Fifteen years later, Spade is barely a shadow of the man he once was. Disillusioned with his now typical life as a construction worker, Jack struggles to make it from day to day as he continues to let himself go in body as well as in mind… his only source of comfort coming from the bottom of a bottle. Despite his current demeanor, his wife Leena continues to show her support for the man she loves. Crossing his path all those years ago while Jack was fulfilling his destiny, Leena would end up helping Spade destr...
One called fan_scripts
is for scripts for fan films, re-casting scripts (you know, you take a script or transcript and replace the characters with those from another canon), or adaptations of books or comics or such as screenplays or teleplays. I've been writing some of these things for a bit just for the fun of it, and decided to put them online.
For the adaptations I will also be speculating as regards to the casting, and I'm very up for discussion on this front.
Also any critiques or tips from writers who actually know what they're doing are appreciated.
The other is omniverseproj
. I have begun posting here, all my fan-fics that take place in the same big crossover universe that I've dubbed The Omniverse Project. Also there is a constantly shifting timeline of said universe.
Just thought I'd put it out that I've done this, see if anyone's interested in checking either one out. Hope all is well with you and yours. Cheers.
I don't know when in Sesame Street it was established that Big Bird was eternally a six year old child, but I recently saw a 3rd season Muppet Show Episode with him on it. Miss Piggy tried to hit him, Gonzo hit on him, and his duet with the guest star was a love song and ended with him putting a collar around her neck and leading her around the stage.
The Spell Will Never Be Truly Broken
By Benji: The Vampire Confuser
Based on Godspell by David Greene and John-Michael Tebelak.
“Day by day, day by day.” She sang under her breath as she made her way through the brush to the rusted old fence looming ahead of her. “Oh dear Lord, three things I pray.”
32 years. It had been 32 years since that day. That one, unforgettable, incredible day. 32 years since she’d last stepped foot in New York City. So much had changed. The twin towers were gone now, the cab driver who she’d been disappointed to see was not the man she’d met before, told her that even four years later he still wasn’t used to not seeing them.
She’d danced on the roof of one of those towers, once upon a time. At least, she hoped she had.
The tour had commenced the following week. And she hadn’t been back since. Life first as a dancer, now as a teacher had taken her to all corners of the world. Far from here. And part of her had been glad. For she’d been afraid. Afraid of what she might find, or not find, if she returned.
Where were you? The others had asked. She’d merely smiled to herself, and told them she’d gone for a walk to unwind.
Her hand trembled as she grasped the old gate. It screeched in protest as she pulled it open. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the yard.
Whatever she found, she would always be grateful to the mysterious men she’d met that day. Even if they were nothing but figments of her imagination.
In the grueling days of rehearsal, she’d begun to doubt. Not only her own talent, but if dancing was truly what she wanted to do with her life. But she’d returned from her unexpected pilgrimage full of new life, and inspiration. And the joy of her chosen profession reborn in her heart.
She gasped, tears coming to her eyes, her hand rising to her mouth. It was overgrown, the paint was chipped and faded. But it was real. T...
YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT
EXT. DIRT ROAD -- AFTERNOON
The sun shines brightly down on the quiet country road. A breeze rustles the leaves in the trees and stirs up a dust devil or two.
A young woman, dressed in a blood stained sundress stumbles onto frame. She appears disoriented and frightened. Her face is hidden by her hair.
The camera then travels down the road a piece to an old rusted mailbox, hanging open. Up the drive and we find:
EXT. TALBOT FARM -- AFTERNOON
The farm is a bit of a mix between the two stereo typical country homes. There are a few broken down rusted heaps of metal scattered about, but the house and barn themselves are in good repair. There is a pen for pigs and a sizable and well kept garden. The lowing of cows reveals the presence of more livestock. The overall impression is one of self sufficience (there's a well and a windmill, now running water or electricity), but comfort and cleanliness.
Out of the back door young woman emerges, wearing an old fashioned dress and bonnet. ANNETTE She's carrying a laundry basket and takes it to a washtub.
We get our first impression that something is very wrong here when she takes the laundry out of the basket and submerges it in the washtub. They have blood on them.
She begins to scrub as the barn door opens and a handsome, but creepy man comes out CALVIN, carrying something rolled up in a tarp.
Not much meat on this one.
What did you expect from a city girl? They're all anorexic or bulemic or what have you. Do we have enough?
Naw, gonna have to go out again.
Well don't take too long, you know how Ma worries.
Calvin takes the tarp to the pig pen and unrolls it, dumping the butchered body of a young woman into the pig pen.
Slops on piggies!
Does anyone know this book? And if so, do you know if they ever reveal the main character's mom's name?
Well, I have moved. I've still got stuff to move into my new place, like, furniture, but I now live somewhere else.
And, it's scary. I like the people I'm living with, but we've only been visitin' friends before now. I'm not in any immediate danger of going bankrupt, but I'm worried about finding a job that A)pays enough, B) I can stand. Or just finding a job period.
Still, I think this was the right thing to do, and the right time. Wish me luck. Or send money. Yeah send money, that's what I need, not luck.
by way of bellatemple
01. Bold what's true.
02. Leave plain what's false.
03. Add one of your own at the end.
001. I miss somebody right now.
002. I watch more tv than I used to.
003. I love olives.
004. I love sleeping.
005. I own a home.
006. I wear glasses or contact lenses.
007. I love to play video games.
008. I've done something illegal.
009. I've watched porn movies.
010. I have been in a threesome.
011. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
012. I like my handwriting.
013. I have acne-free skin.
014. I like and respect Al Sharpton.
015. I curse frequently.
016. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.
017. I have a hobby.
018. I've been to another country.
019. I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
020. I'm really, really smart.
021. I've never broken anyone else's bones.
022. I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.
023. I love rain.
024. I'm paranoid at times.
025. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
026. I need money right now.
027. I love sushi.
028. I talk really, really fast sometimes.
029. I have fresh breath in the morning.
030. I have semi-long hair.
031. I have lost money in Las Vegas.
032. I have at least one brother and/or sister.
033. I was born in a country outside of the U.S.
034. I sh...
Title: First Born
Part of the Omniverse Project
By Benji: The Vampire Confuser
Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by Joss Whedon.
Summary: Some things were meant to be.
“Should you be watching this?” Tara asked, fading into existence beside Anya. “You didn’t become a guardian just to spy on his sex life did you?”
Still fond of the trappings of physical existence, Anya turned her head in her friend’s direction. “It’s not like that.” She insisted. A groan from the bed drew her attention back to the activities being engaged in therein. “Huh, he’s learned some new tricks.”
“Anya seriously,” Tara admonished. “What’s going on? If you stay here too long, you’ll get depressed, and he’ll start to feel guilty. Remember what happened with that girl in Kenya?”
Anya brushed off her concerns. “This is different. I have to be here for this.”
As Xander’s breathing quickened, Anya stepped quickly to the bed, her hand moving towards her own abdomen.
“Anya what are you doing?” Tara demanded.
Reaching into herself, Anya pulled out a small glowing ball, pulsing with life.
“Oh my Goddess is that-“
“Yes.” Anya said softly, leaning over the lovers and pushing the ball into the abdomen of Xander’s bride. “I was killed before I even knew.” She smiled, and trailed her fingers down his back as he collapsed, his task completed for now. “One way or another, she’ll be his first born.”
She kissed Xander’s cheek, and that of his wife. Then just below her belly button. “Take care of each other.” She choked. “Be glad of each other.”
Tara wrapped an arm around the shoulders of her fellow angel, and they faded from the room.
World War Z: The Supernatural Community
by Benji The Vampire Confuser
Based on characters and situations created by Max Brooks, and Joss Whedon.
Harrisburg, The Carpathian Mountains, Romania
[The view out the window is of a small, but growing mountain town, sheltered by the shadow of the huge castle that sits on the cliff. It is, I am assured by the small purple skinned butler, the Count's favorite room simply for this view. The count himself has altered his appearance since the war. Where once he kept himself looking young, with long black hair flowing past his shoulders, dressed in an elegant Victorian suit, he now has allowed his age to show. He keeps his silver hair tied back in a ponytail, and his close cropped beard gives him a wise, dignified appearance.]
When you get to be my age, it is difficult to be taken by surprise. Indeed, it is difficult to reach my age if you are easily taken by surprise. Even before I became a Vampire. But no one, no matter who, or what they are, saw this coming. There were no prophecies, no visions, nothing. This is nearly unheard of in a world where you can hardly sneeze without some psychic or seer knowing it would happen a century before you were born.
When the general population of the world starting talking about Zombies, those of us “in the know” scoffed and laughed. Anyone with any sense knows what a Zombie is. A freshly dead person is preserved and given life to carry out the tasks assigned by the mage. They do not attack people unless specifically ordered to. And I've yet to hear of any magician or Witch, no matter how depraved, order their Zombies to eat the living. Perhaps the most horrific thing about all this is, that not only was it unforeseen, but that no one has yet discovered how it happened.
It is amusing to think, that the population with no knowledge, and little belief in the supernatural was better prepared, and able to accept the ...
Richard found that if he kept to the wall, away from the railing and the yawning chasm that awaited just on the other side, he was fine. Which not only helped his sense of safety from falling, it also helped him regain his dignity, what was left of it anyway. Being able to not only look calm, but feel calm did wonders for his self esteem.
“I don't want to be the pessimist in the group.” he finally said, once he had fully recovered from his ordeal on the plank. And who the hell had decided one narrow plank of wood was sufficient for crossing a bottomless pit in the first place? “But what if Islington doesn't know where the key is either?” He wasn't worried about how Islington would take it when they returned without the key. He'd put Richard and Door completely at ease when they'd seen him before.
Hunter on the other hand, was a trifle concerned. How would this affect the plan? Were Croup and Vandemar still going to meet them on the way? And if not, how was she to get the spear? She was the greatest Hunter in the underside, but she'd gotten that title not only by being very, very good on her own, but also understanding how certain things worked. And for whatever reason, the Beast of London could only be killed by the spear of destiny. Which Islington's goons were meant to give her, in payment for her cooperation. She felt a swell of pride knowing that even the legendary cutthroats were not so confident in their ability to defeat her. If they had been they would simply have coerced her into helping, rather than offering the spear in payment.
“I am confident that even if he does not know, he will know how to find out.” she said finally.
“Magic that powerful always leaves a trace.” Door added. “If you know how to look for it, you can maybe follow t...
Islington fumed. His window to the world, allowing him to keep tabs on his thugs, and his patsies, though he didn’t like to think of them that way, showed him quite clearly the destruction of the Blackfriars Abbey. This was intolerable. He’d planned for everything. He was quite confident in the trio’s ability to get the key. He knew the three challenges, Hunter would easily pass the first, Door was certainly clever enough to decipher the riddle, and Richard, though he did not yet know it, was infinitely strong enough to withstand the ordeal.
Once they’d gotten the Key, Croup and Vandemar would bring it, and Door to him. They’d already dispatched the Marquis, and Richard would never be able to get past the beast. Door would get him home, and all would be right with the world.
But this, this was completely unexpected. Someone, or something had slaughtered the Blackfriars, but had not gotten the key. He took a deep, calming breath. That was the key thing, no pun intended. Whoever it was, had not gotten the key. It was still out there, somewhere. The Friars had hidden it. He just had to find out where. But first…
Poor Mr. Croup, he’d been so looking forward to springing the trap. He’d been so patient thus far. Well he’d just have to wait a little bit longer was all. The pair were not to take Door until she’d found the key. And she hadn’t yet. They would just have to wait. But where could the key have got too?
“Mom,” Buffy explained impatiently. “It’s a date. You don’t bring your little sister with you on a date.”
“Oh please,” Dawn huffed. “Like you do anything anyway. You go kill Vampires. Big whoop.”
“Hey,” the slayer cried defensively. “Riley and I do lot’s of…” She saw the look her mother was leveling at her. “Wholesome, chaste things.”
The Key, The Door, and the Slayer
By Benji: The Vampire Confuser
Feedback, Mr. Vandemar. The process by which fan-fic authors know whether their illicit writings are appreciated.
Based on Characters and situations created by Joss Whedon and Neil Gaiman.
Summary: Combining the Fifth Season of Buffy, with the world of Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere.
The world we know, the world of science, pop-stars, internet porn, and reality TV, is barely the tip of the iceberg. Beneath the surface lies another world. A world of Vampires, Demons, and other things that go bump in the night.
Inhuman monsters prey on the unwary. All the while the world at large refuses to acknowledge their existence. There are those however, that fate has chosen to battle these forces, to stem the tide of darkness. The Slayer for instance. One girl in all the world gifted with the power to defeat evil. When one slayer falls, another is called.
But there is yet another world, that those who live in the above mentioned, have no knowledge of. It is known as the world below, but it is all around us. It’s citizens live in tunnels beneath our feet, or on the rooftops. They pass on un-noticed until they draw attention to themselves, and then are quickly forgotten. Some are born to this world. Others fall between the cracks of reality, and not even their nearest and dearest remember they ever existed.
Such a one, is Richard Mayhew. Only a few days ago he was living a normal life in London. Good job, decent flat, even a lovely, successful fiancée. That all ended the night he met Door. She nearly literally fell in his lap, bloodied, exhausted, and pursued by assassins.
Helping her cost him first his fiancée, then his entire life. Accompanying Door to the lair of Islington, they beseeched the Angel’s aid, in restoring Richard to his life, and Door’s investigation into her family’s death. To help them, Islington...
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“Not all of my reaps are so easy.” Vince told me as we headed for Mack’s place. “And chances are, most of yours won’t be. I just happen to have the perfect day job for a lot of this.”
“Uh, yeah I’d guess so. How, how’d you get into…”
“What the mob? I knew the ins and outs from before.”
“Oh. Uh okay. Is that how you died?”
Vince gave me a look. “Free bit of etiquette advice for you kid. Never ask a Reaper that question. I personally don’t mind, but some don’t like discussing it. I mean, you wouldn’t exactly like your death story to get around would you?”
“Eeesh,” I said with a wince. “Good point. Sorry.”
“Sokay.” He sighed. “Like I said, I don’t mind. Ever hear the phrase, live by the sword die by the sword? Well it’s the same thing with guns.”
“You were a hit man?”
“Yep. One of my jobs was better than me, and viola, here I am.”
“Doing, pretty much the same thing.”
“Look kid,” he scowled again. “Don’t get all high and mighty guilt ridden on us all right? We don’t kill anyone. People die. It’s sad sometimes but sometimes it’s beautiful, and either way it has to happen. That guy? Dead whether I was there or not. He didn’t feel any pain when he went and he had someone there to ease the journey. We perform a public service, a good one. We’re not murderers. I won’t deny that my old job gave me a unique perspective that helped me adjust to this pretty quickly though.”
“Yeah I guess it would.” I said, still pretty creeped out by him.
“1929, Chicago.” He shot me another glare. “Susie was the one to greet ...
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“This is Denny’s.” Walt answered. “John my boy it’s time to explain a few things to you.”
“The door to the afterlife is through Denny’s?”
“Denny’s IS the afterlife? Is it heaven or hell?”
Walt looked like he was either gonna laugh or belt me. I get that look a lot. Then I got the pleasant sensation of Ashley shutting me up with a hand over my mouth.
“Let him speak.” She admonished me. Hey when a hot girl does that, you listen. Or I do anyway, I’ve always been fond of girls’ hands. Over the mouth was a new one for me though. Again with the touching. I got kinda used to not being able to feel anything, that’s twice that she…
Wait a minute, now that I think of it, I was suddenly aware of being able to feel the bench under my ass. And the coolness of the table. Ashley must be good at reading people’s eyes.
“That’s right John,” she said, taking her hand from my mouth. “Your corporeal again.”
“How and why?” I hissed. If I could be touched, that means I could be seen and heard, and hey, only a few blocks from my house, suppose someone I know walks in? Plus this is a conversation probably best not had loudly.
“That’s what we have to explain to you.” Walt said. “Congratulations John, you just got a second lease on life. You’re a Reaper.”
“…And you were going to tell me this when?”
Walt looked at his watch. “Right about now.”
“Every Reaper has a set quota of souls they have to reap.” Ashley explained. “We have no idea what that quota is. Not until we’ve reaped the last one. Then we move on. From what I hear we get big bonus points for participating.”
“So, that girl,”
The funeral was, well maybe not all I’d hoped for. Remember all I’d had to go on were fantasies, and let’s be honest, who fantasizes about small funerals? All my family were there, hell, even relatives that I hadn’t seen in so long I wasn’t sure who they were. And yeah, a lot of my friends were there too. But not as many as I’d hoped.
Not to say I blamed the friends who didn’t show up. I’ve lost touch with a lot of folks, so there’s a lot of people who probably didn’t ever hear about my demise or funeral. No the biggest disappointment was in the service itself I supposed. Kind of dry. Readings from the bible and such. No inside jokes, no memories recited. One or two of my favorite songs were sung, which was nice. But it wasn’t until the wake that things picked up.
I stayed out of the way in a corner, and just sort of watched. Stories were told, condolences were given, Mom even broke out the photo albums. I kinda lost track of Ashley and Walt. They’d passed themselves off as an old friend and teacher respectively. I guess they’re experienced at this kind of thing, cause they’ve managed to avoid conversation with the people who might be able to contradict their stories.
Ashley sidled up beside me, her mysterious smile plastered on her face. “Is it everything you hoped for?” she asked.
“Well I could have done with a twenty one gun salute, but this is nice too. What’s got you smiling?”
I sighed and shrugged. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to get an answer anytime soon. Girls with mysterious smiles don’t tend to let go of their secrets till they’re ready. I didn’t see anyone crying. Not sure how I felt about that, I mean, on the one hand, I hate seeing people cry. It makes me feel awkward and guilty, even if it’s got nothing to do with me. On the other...
Dead in DC
By Benji The Vampire Confuser
Based on the show Dead Like Me which is owned and created by them that ain’t me.
Summary: The Adventures of the External Causes Reaper Division of Washington DC.
Today is the First Day of the Rest of Your Afterlife
You’re all going to die. I hate to remind you, but it is on your schedule. Probably won’t happen when, or how you’d like it to. Take me for instance. Whenever I allowed myself to think about actually dying, I’d always picture it as something heroic, taking a bullet for someone or something. Or in my more dramatic moments, bravely dying of a terminal illness while all my friends and family helped me live my final days or weeks or months or whatever to the fullest. Realistically I supposed however, whenever it happened, I’d want it to be quick. So quick in fact that I didn’t even realize it was happening. I didn’t want to know what hit me. I wasn’t so much worried about pain, I just didn’t want to have time to be afraid of it.
Never, even in my most fevered imaginings did I think I’d go due to an overzealous girl-friend with a thing for breath play. On the one hand, at least I went having, and giving a good time. On the other, as deaths go, it’s kind of embarrassing.
“Hey you think YOU feel bad,” Ashley said. “Think how your girlfriend feels.”
Ashley’s Undead. No, she’s not a vampire, though at the moment she’s dressed like one. I wonder how many vampires are actually Goth. I bet not even half. No, Ashley, as I am soon to be, is a Grim Reaper.
You heard right, a Grim Reaper. Not THE Grim Reaper, A Grim Reaper. Reapers have the not inconsiderable task of taking folks’ souls who are about to die, and sending them on their way to the afterlife, whatever it is. Not even Reapers have the clearance for that information.
So here I am, dead of Asphyxiation, watching my severely traumatized girlfriend weep w...
While some of the characters in this story were my idea, the world they inhabit was created by someone else. And the majority of these characters were in fact created by someone else. Joss Whedon mostly in this chapter.
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“Slaying's what we were built for B.” Faith's voice echoed in Buffy's head as she looked around at the carnage that surrounded her. How in the hell did anyone manage to identify Faith after this? The warehouse was barely a shell.
“What did this?” she muttered to herself. “What could have done this?” Buffy wasn't a tech type. She didn't know if there were bombs that could do so much damage. But she found it hard to believe that something like this could happen naturally.
In the days following Willow's pronouncement of Faith's passing, Willow and the Devon coven had used every resource they could, mystical and otherwise to piece together what had happened. Faith had killed the Demon she'd been sent after. From what they could tell, it hadn't even been all that difficult. Rumble in the underworld was that the Demon had been somewhat preoccupied with another victim.
And that's where the real mystery started. There were rumors flying left and right as to what had happened next. Some were saying another Demon Hunter had been after him, and decided that a Slayer would make a good prize. Some were saying that the Initiative wasn't so defunct after all. Or any number of secret organizations from Department H, The Center, even plain old Interpol.
Willow had even heard that Buffy herself had come after Faith.
The only thing they knew for certain was that Faith had been pursued after ...
by Benji The Vampire Confuser
There's not a lot of time for introspection these days. A surprising amount of day to day slaying is just hanging out by yourself in a graveyard. Nothing but you and your thoughts till the Vamps wake up. Plenty of time for soul searching then. But these days I almost always have one of the more experienced, or a few of the less experienced girls with me. Now we have conversations.
Heck I can't remember the last time I went on patrol by myself. Plenty of time for it now of course.
Sometimes I wonder if I kind of knew. When I was a kid, long before I'd ever heard of Slayers, or Demons, or even Vampires. I wonder if I sort of knew even then what I was supposed to be. When I wanted to be a fire fighter. Or a policewoman. Or a rescue dog. I was three give me a break.
I used to play Wonder Woman with my cousin. Before the freaky Freddy looking demon killed her. Even back then there was a part of me that wanted to be a hero. To be a super hero even.
Somewhere along the line I lost sight of what a hero really was.
By the time Merrick came by and told me that I really was destined to be a hero, I'd grown out of that. I'd been conditioned by life, the media, and my friends. Conditioned into being a typical popular girl. A cheerleader with no more ambition than to marry a hollywood hearthrob.
Then I started fighting Vampires. And the whole thing just kept snowballing from there. And Anya was right. I really did start to think I was better than everyone else. I started to believe my own press. Even that little intervention didn't bring me back down to earth. All of a sudden I had an army at my back and I wasn't just a super hero anymore, but I was the leader of a bunch of super heroes. Legends in the making.
I thought we were above the law. And I really did start to think I was invincible. Well not completely. I'd always known there was the possibility of some monste...