On My Way

I'm all packed and on my way in the limo to the jet to catch a red eye to Puerto Rico.

What does a girl like me pack for a trip like this?

Stakes, of course. And a few hot little numbers to lure my prey. Every outfit in my bag is short, tight, and leather. Damn vamps love that shit.

That Gig Was A Bust

Money's been a little tight lately.

Things have been too calm in the world of the undead.

Got sent down to some tiny red-neck piece of dirt in the deep south last week. By the time I rode into town, the damn bloodsuckers had cleared out. Bet they heard the I was comin'! There's not a vamp on either side of the Mississippi that doesn't quake in its fashionable suede shoes when it hears I'm comin'.

I'd rather they'd been there though. No vamps means no slayin' -- and that means no moola.

Don't worry about me -- I'm already signed up for the next gig.

I leave first thing tomorrow morning.

Puerto Rico.

Tune in for details --

The Truth

Did anyone ever tell you vampires aren't real? Your mother . . . you father?

I'm here to tell you right now, it was a lie.

If vampires aren't real -- I wouldn't be battlin' the damn bloodsuckers every night.

If vampires aren't real -- I wouldn't need to have a damn stake strapped to my thigh.

If vampires aren't real -- I wouldn't have a damn job.

I do.

Hello?

Is there anyone out there?

This is Orion Masters, Vampire Slayer. Welcome to my blog. On these virtual pages, I plan to write down an account of my life as a slayer. I'm not the only girl doin' this sort of thing, but I'm the best.

This is real life, folks.

No runnin' away.