Creative Writing: Vampire Slayer

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, a supernatural drama series lasting from March of 1997 to May of 2003 was a popular television show created by Joss Whedon. The show is considered one of the top fifty shows of all times for many reasons including the fact that it is deeply rooted in the literary tradition, the episodes always having deeper meanings and metaphors. The show was so successful despite being on a small network that it led to hundred of tie-in products such as novels, comics, and video games according to Wikipedia. The show went as far as winning many awards and achievements including a total of three Emmys including Outstanding Writing for the episode of “Hush”. In the episode of “Hush” there are monsters called the “gentlemen” who appear in the town and steal everyone’s voice. Buffy and her friends, who already lacked communication had to defeat those monsters using a source to interactive way in order to get it done. The episode “Hush” shows the significance and effectivity of having good communication which is something that is taken for granted.

“Yeah, I noticed,” Arthur grumbled before taking a welcome sip of his drink. “Thanks for the coffee, though.”

I stepped forward and looked at the creature. “But what exactly are you? You appear so much against nature, that we can’t figure out why you are attacking us.”

When discussing ‘the uncanny’, Freud says, “everything is uncanny that ought to have remained hidden and secret, and yet comes to light” (The Uncanny. 4) which can be tied into the secrets that are unexpectedly exposed in the episode “Angel” (season 1, episode 7) of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. In

"You make it sound like your rulers are kind and compassionate..." The alien remarked, without any sarcasm in his voice.

"Yikes, don't give Dolls a room- his version of foreplay probably involves corporal punishment and interrogation." Wynonna teased and slugged back something that was cool down her throat but left an aftertaste like an ashtray. "I bet all the girls just crumble for him," She clicked her tongue.

“So? I don’t care about society. A lone wolf can do plenty of harm by itself,” I pointed out.”

Whoever that is, was it so obvious that she was torn? Dizzy wondered if it was just Fallen that might notice or if she were wearing some damned sign or something. Maybe it was a guess, or nothing at all, Dizzy had no idea but she didn't want to dwell on it. Not when she had something that actually made her happy right in front of her. "Well anyone after any part of you will have to go through me." she spoke with a real amount of censarity in her words before a shiver ran down her spine.

“Trust me, Tessara, I'm not an enemy you want. Stay the hell away from Logan,” she hissed through grinding teeth.

“Gilbert.” The demon introduced himself back, a wicked grin on his lips as he glanced back up at Ludwig, still never letting go of his arm. “I’m Luddi here’s ma-... boyfriend. Isn’t that right, Hasi?” He purred, snickering quietly as the taller man rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath about irritation being a better term for what Gilbert was.

"Why should we hate each other? Just because I'm fey and your human? Should that make a diffenets?" she panted as she found breathing to be difficult, I don't think she as been this close to a men since, we were sixteen. It's not like the Moors had that many man close to her kind.

"Would you rather not know?" The softness of his voice struck Buffy. Through the cigarette smoke, and the heavy ew of him drinking her blood, for a second he felt human to her. Well, maybe not human, but rather like a man. Something about his

“What!!! You made some for my metal head of cousin,” Natsu yelled with outrage. “Well… Sting and Rogue and Yukino were there too,” Lucy spoke and Natsu paled a little.

In the dark woods, the chilly wind blew me awake. Feeling extremely cold, I was shivering, goose bumps filled up my body. Finding myself in the middle of nowhere, I tried to recall what had happened the night before, however the severe headache restrained my thoughts. I hardly stood up, examining my surrounding; only to realize myself in a place I have never been to. Feeling puzzled, anxiety crawled up my chest, and I saw a piece of note lying beside me. “Leave the Woods of Nightmare immediately! The legends told here are true.”

Tara’s pretty Christmas lights were spread about and one of the dressers was filled to the brim with candles, books, and an assortment of pens and paper. The burgundy sheets on the bed were ones they reused at Buffy’s house and the smell that was Tara’s perfume and incense engulfed Willow’s senses. This was Tara’s domain, adorned with framed