There were those that simply lived in the darkness and those that thrived off it. There was something poetic about the way the moon shone that night- like a beacon only she could see. It was rather ironic that a symbol for her worst enemy was also the thing that guided when all light was lost. Ana thrived in the dark and light alike.
New York City, the big apple, the place where your dreams come to life was as dull and lifeless as a week-old corpse, and had about as much personality too. The buildings were grey, the lights that were supposed to illuminate the streets were one gust of wind away from breaking, and nothing ever really happened. Sure, the odd serial murderer or a baking competition popped up every once in a while but during the seventy years she had spent there roaming the pitiful streets she was bored out of her mind. Demons hid, vampires blended in with the tired workers and no slayers had been seen for a good while, hence the boredom.
But one chance meeting was all it took for everything to change.
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His Ana (Currently being rewritten!)
FanfictionShe had been his Ana every since they met and he had no intentions on ever letting her go. Spike x OC fanfiction Description is bad but the book is better! Credit for the beautiful cover goes to @dreamer2529 💕
