I feel sick, so sick I almost double over. Where the hell am I? Two seconds ago I was standing with Whistler and agreeing to, what was I agreeing to? I shook my head and looked around ( Read more... )

I haven't seen my slayer all summer. I do understand that her father has visitation rights, and I can't blame him but how do I know how she is doing? Defeating the Master must have taken a lot out of her, and we never had time for a proper de-briefing. There is no way to know how it had effected her ( Read more... )

Willow and I were at the Bronze sans Buffy because she was in L.A. visiting dear old daddy. (no doubt buying too much). I grabbed the coffees and brought them back to Willow. We were having one of those old times conversations just about are friendship throughout ... life. It had been an interesting Summer. We buried the Master last week. And Will ( Read more... )

I grabbed my bottle of Whiskey and poured some into my shot glass. "So, you're sure." I said handing the latest Slayer the glass. She declined. I had forgotten she was only seventeen. I sighed and sat across from her on the arm rest. "Because, this a huge responsibility." I said as I looked at the clock. Angelus had been gone for an hour now ( Read more... )