I moved to Sunnydale on a whim.
I was tired of the small, go nowhere town I had lived in practically since the age of three. So, I saved every penny I made in one year and headed west. Of course, this was six months after The First Evil was brought down. No one wanted to be present when the worldended, myself included. Thanks to The Slayer, the world was preserved once again.
Sunnydale was something of a ghost town after the battle. But soon enough its faithful residents returned and rebuilt the town to its former glory. Sunnydale was the same, and yet it was vastly different, forever marked by the evil that haunted it, decade after decade. Strangely enough, after The First was vanquished by The Slayer, The Hellmouth seemed to fade and grow dormant. Hardly any vampires or demons wreaked havoc. If anything, they became a part of that colorful community, a reminder of the tragic past and a sign of the unity the town itself had gained.
As for the Slayer, she and her friends all disappeared or became recluses. Following several press conferences, her name and image was flashed upon every newspaper and television screen across the globe. For weeks, the world could speak of no one but the Slayer and her entourage, whom actually managed to bring the First Evil down, saving the world from utter ruin. Rumors say that she, her sister, and the witch live together in an apartment in San Francisco, but no one knows for sure. The Watcher had definitely returned to England and is now a much sought after authority on all things supernatural. He occasionally conducts lectures at Cambridge and Oxford University. It is a known fact that the one eyed friend is a contractor on the East coast. The second Slayer's fate is even shadier than the true Slayer's. There have been sightings of her all over the country, usually of her riding a huge, black Harley Davidson motorcycle. The vampire known as Angelus still remains in Los Angeles, continually seeking redemption. It is unknown if he and the Slayer had resumed their relationship. All signs point to no, in my opinion. As for the rest of the cast of characters, the principal, the potential slayers, etc., it has been reported that they are living normal lives now. As normal as can be expected, I suppose.
Then, of course, there is the other vampire with a soul. Seemingly, he and he alone sacrificed himself to destroy The First and was never seen again. Most believe he is dead, now a figure of legend. But who can say for sure?Listen as I recount my tale to you, and I will tell you what became of William the Bloody, and the short tryst we shared.
So, I came to Sunnydale to build a new life for myself. It seemed like a great adventure, and in arriving, I was almost daring the forces of evil to come and carry me off screaming into the night. None came, of course. Sunnydale was like any other town, except with neighboring demons and monsters, and psychic power, almost like electricity sparking on the air. If you concentrated, you could feel it dance upon your skin, your fingertips, a sure reminder of the Hellmouth and the First.
I rented a decent apartment in the center of town and managed to score a job at a nearby coffee shop. The pieces of my new life were coming together rapidly, forming a contented picture of existence. One thing was missing, of course. Companionship. I was extremely lonely. One mustn't forget that Sunnydale is a very compact place. Steadily, I carried on. I developed a habit of stalking through the cemetery on my way home after the coffee shop closed at night. I fancied myself the Slayer and the lingering spirits of the dead were my allies. I have a wild imagination, can't you tell?
I was tired of the small, go nowhere town I had lived in practically since the age of three. So, I saved every penny I made in one year and headed west. Of course, this was six months after The First Evil was brought down. No one wanted to be present when the worldended, myself included. Thanks to The Slayer, the world was preserved once again.
Sunnydale was something of a ghost town after the battle. But soon enough its faithful residents returned and rebuilt the town to its former glory. Sunnydale was the same, and yet it was vastly different, forever marked by the evil that haunted it, decade after decade. Strangely enough, after The First was vanquished by The Slayer, The Hellmouth seemed to fade and grow dormant. Hardly any vampires or demons wreaked havoc. If anything, they became a part of that colorful community, a reminder of the tragic past and a sign of the unity the town itself had gained.
As for the Slayer, she and her friends all disappeared or became recluses. Following several press conferences, her name and image was flashed upon every newspaper and television screen across the globe. For weeks, the world could speak of no one but the Slayer and her entourage, whom actually managed to bring the First Evil down, saving the world from utter ruin. Rumors say that she, her sister, and the witch live together in an apartment in San Francisco, but no one knows for sure. The Watcher had definitely returned to England and is now a much sought after authority on all things supernatural. He occasionally conducts lectures at Cambridge and Oxford University. It is a known fact that the one eyed friend is a contractor on the East coast. The second Slayer's fate is even shadier than the true Slayer's. There have been sightings of her all over the country, usually of her riding a huge, black Harley Davidson motorcycle. The vampire known as Angelus still remains in Los Angeles, continually seeking redemption. It is unknown if he and the Slayer had resumed their relationship. All signs point to no, in my opinion. As for the rest of the cast of characters, the principal, the potential slayers, etc., it has been reported that they are living normal lives now. As normal as can be expected, I suppose.
Then, of course, there is the other vampire with a soul. Seemingly, he and he alone sacrificed himself to destroy The First and was never seen again. Most believe he is dead, now a figure of legend. But who can say for sure?Listen as I recount my tale to you, and I will tell you what became of William the Bloody, and the short tryst we shared.
So, I came to Sunnydale to build a new life for myself. It seemed like a great adventure, and in arriving, I was almost daring the forces of evil to come and carry me off screaming into the night. None came, of course. Sunnydale was like any other town, except with neighboring demons and monsters, and psychic power, almost like electricity sparking on the air. If you concentrated, you could feel it dance upon your skin, your fingertips, a sure reminder of the Hellmouth and the First.
I rented a decent apartment in the center of town and managed to score a job at a nearby coffee shop. The pieces of my new life were coming together rapidly, forming a contented picture of existence. One thing was missing, of course. Companionship. I was extremely lonely. One mustn't forget that Sunnydale is a very compact place. Steadily, I carried on. I developed a habit of stalking through the cemetery on my way home after the coffee shop closed at night. I fancied myself the Slayer and the lingering spirits of the dead were my allies. I have a wild imagination, can't you tell?