Antonio Gianinni

rarebookdealer @ 2004-05-01T04:02:00

2004-05-01T08:05:57Z

Anya is seeking me out, so says my paid informant.

Good. Let her come. I can stay out of her reach long enough for the necessary planetary alignment...and then, the spell I've discovered.

If I can find out the true, mortal name of the monster that stole her affections...and the name of the demon which animates his dead body...I can banish them forever to the Quar'toth.

My will be done monstruo.

rarebookdealer @ 2004-04-21T19:42:00

2004-04-21T23:48:19Z

Pressure must be increased on my nemesis.

Perhaps a little something to more effectively isolate him.

I will bide my time, and stake out his crypt. When he leaves...I will make it unhospitable to his kind.

Holy water. Communion wafers. Crosses.

If he cannot re-enter at sunup, perhaps he'll burn, and I will be there to watch.

rarebookdealer @ 2004-04-07T17:25:00

2004-04-07T21:24:26Z

The vampire is a beast. A monster. Human thought and cunning will be my strongest weapons.

Research is another.

His name is Spike. He was called William the Bloody. Years ago, a restraint was placed in his brain, disabling his ability to feed, and to hunt humans.

I can show Anya how poorly she's chosen.

All will take is the disabling of any avenue of sustenance for this beastly lover of hers.

The local butcher shops. I can compensate them for the loss of funding that closing doors for a month's time will cost them. I can then hire strongarms to remove blood stock from the local hospitals and blood banks.

There was a tavern in town that provided human blood for their vampiric patrons, but, luckily, it has closed it's doors for rebuilding. Willy's Place will not be an avenue he can use.

When he's driven mad with hunger, he'll leave town to find a more likely source of food.

I *WILL* win out in the end.

rarebookdealer @ 2004-04-06T20:10:00

2004-04-07T00:08:00Z

Once the proper alignment is reached, all my problems will be well on their way to being solved.

When one knows the proper spell dealers, one can erase ANY problem.

Now, to secure the proper ingredients to make the universe swallow the vampire whole...

rarebookdealer @ 2004-03-23T12:00:00

2004-03-23T16:58:50Z

Anya, you are a prideful and foolish woman. I attempted to apologize to you for my transgresions, for allowing my temper to gain control of my rational thoughts...and you scold me? Instead of gracefully accepting my apology for harrasing this "Spike"?

I should not have slapped you, precious girl, but you should not push my temper. You brought it upon yourself, and you know this...to restate it would be bad form on my part.

Please, accept these flowers, and an invitation to dinner. We can solve this, Anya...truly, we can.

love,

Antonio

rarebookdealer @ 2004-03-16T14:16:00

2004-03-16T19:13:23Z

He yet lives.

This city is full of incompetents.

Perhaps I've been approaching this all wrong. I should speak to Anya. Perhaps she can be made to see reason.

rarebookdealer @ 2004-03-01T23:56:00

2004-03-02T04:53:56Z

Apparently, someone destroyed the place to meet demons for hire in this city.

I thought Americans had EVERYTHING in their telephone books. I'm rather disappointed.

Where does one go to hire vampire hunters?

rarebookdealer @ 2004-02-24T14:58:00

2004-02-24T19:56:30Z

He has refused my entreaties. He will not accept payment to leave town, to walk away from my woman.

So be it. This is a city full of dark beings, several of whom cannot possibly fear a vampire.

I am disturbed she would let a vampire touch her so intimately. Perhaps she is not the woman for me after all.

rarebookdealer @ 2004-02-18T13:51:00

2004-02-18T18:50:37Z

Cost a pretty penny to get ahold of a proper seeing crystal, but I have it.

He will stand revealed to me...I will know his haunts...I will know his enemies, if I have to.

But first, I try things as a gentleman.

I will offer him money. I fortune, if I have to, to remove him from this town.

And if he will not listen to reason...there are other avenues to explore...

rarebookdealer @ 2004-02-15T11:11:00

2004-02-15T16:11:12Z

I am furious.

My vengeance will be fierce and terrible.

NO ONE embarrasses a Gianinni. No one. Especially not some ridiculous Englishman.

When I approached the Magic Box last evening, to bring wine and chocolates to my intended. What do I find?

The pair of them, atop a table, coupling like wild animals. I was so furious I could barely see. The wine bottle was dashed against the pavement, the chocolates thrown in the dumpster.

They will BOTH pay for this indignaty.

rarebookdealer @ 2004-02-05T18:54:00

2004-02-05T23:52:05Z

What an unsafe city for my beloved to be living in. I was accosted by three homeless urchins, panhandling for change. Alas, I carry no cash, so I was not able to help them.

It is quite disturbing. Someone should have them removed.

rarebookdealer @ 2004-01-24T07:23:00

2004-01-24T12:22:01Z

Sunnydale.

Who would have thought that I would find the woman I would spend the rest of my days with in such a provincial town? Certainly not I. But then, I've never met a woman quite like my Anya.

It will be a delight to see her again. I shall bide my time this day...find appropriate gifts to please her with, before I unveil the ring I had made for her, and ask her to return to Italy with me.

Today will be a good day, I can tell.

rarebookdealer @ 2003-10-31T23:13:00

2003-11-01T04:04:56Z

The wedding was a lovely affair, however, I think that it is perhaps not legal?

Can two women marry?

Who am I to judge? Alas, I must bid farewell to my sweet Anya, and return home tomorrow...I have neglected my businesses long enough.

I'm sure she will understand.

rarebookdealer @ 2003-09-21T06:34:00

2003-09-21T10:27:57Z

So, this is Sunnydale.

Interesting.

Too late in the evening to phone Anya. Perhaps I should simply locate the "Magic Box" and surprise her tomorrow with flowers.

Yes. I think that is what I shall do.

rarebookdealer @ 2003-09-15T20:49:00

2003-09-16T00:42:52Z

I have returned home from Cancun.

Home is an emptier place now...for lack of the beautiful woman I met on my journey to the island.

Anya...she was possessed with a directness I found charming...and eyes that seemed to hold much more than her 23 years.

Giovanni! Book me a first class flight to America. A city called Sunnydale...

On the beach, Cancun

2003-09-03T03:59:18Z

It's beautiful out here at night, no?

The sound of the ocean...soothing. Sometimes, it's good to get back to the things you take for granted. It's as if you're experiencing them all over again.

And they're never better than with a beautiful lady.

rarebookdealer @ 2003-09-01T23:54:00

2003-09-02T03:55:55Z

*has a hotel bellman deliver a dozen long-stemmed red roses, a bottle of champagne, and the book he outbid Anya for at the auction to Anya's hotel room, with a simple card saying only: "A gift".*

rarebookdealer @ 2003-08-30T22:48:00

2003-08-31T02:51:08Z

The auction is tonight. I have waited almost 15 years to actually get a hand-printed copy of one of the original Daemonic bibles. I sincerely hope that This one is legitimate.

Not that I haven't been enjoying my vacation here in Cancun...and the bookstore IS in the capable hands of my brother...

*looks across the lobby, spies anya_j*

Oh...my...

*smiles*