"... and it's the stars, the stars that shine for you, and it's the stars, the stars that lie to you."

-Through Glass by Stone Sour

Welcome to my account, people of fanfiction. Now I recommend you run. Run fast, run far, turn back never.

You didn't run? Oh, this might be fun... For conversation sake, you can call me Star, but Liar works too, if you feel like it suits me. I don't write for happy endings that didn't happen, nor for OTP's that never shipped. I write because there are stories, and they rip and tear and it feels like they're going to consume you? ever get that? When you can't hope to sleep or rest or ever get peace if you don't write? I do. It's like the story is conscious, and needs it. I write for those stories, the ones that fight me, that seize everything and make me write. And, after twenty thousand some-odd words, I thought that the story deserved a home as well. That's where this comes in. Writing the story out exorcises it from you mind, gives it a body of it's own, but fanfiction lets it loose. Bet that's not a metaphor you hear often, is it?

I write for Buffy, maybe, someday Angel, maybe someday House of Night. My writing is what it is, and I do not recommend it to children, or anyone easily triggered, because this is rather unpleasant, even to it's creator. Expect much about Drusilla, because she's my guilty pleasure. I just- there's something about writing about her... If I do get around to house of Night, Neferet, probably Kalona. Actually, I have something started about Kalona... I might post it, I might not.

Ah, but who cares about age? It's but the number of times the rock you're standing on has circled a burning ball of hydrogen and helium.