I never realized I thought of L.A. as home now, but damn. I wanna go home.

We're not really gettin' anywhere with figurin' out how to get everyone who got zapped away back here. 'Least we know B, demon girl and Cordy are fine... we still have no idea where the rest of 'em are. That Rayne guy's supposed to be workin' on some stuff, but I can't ( Read more... )

Can't sleep. I did my best to wear myself out today; went runnin' as soon as I got up and then tonight did an extra-long patrol. I just, dammit I can't get comfortable, or somethin'. It's freakin' hot upstairs ( Read more... )

I used to want to be the only Slayer. A long time ago, the only thing I wanted was to get rid of B, the more permanent, the better. I even went so far as to switch bodies with her, tryin' to take her place. Things have changed. I've changed, and now I just want her to be back here, where she should be ( Read more... )

This afternoon I'm drivin' down to B's for this party they're throwin' her; strangely enough we're all goin', even Bimbo Vamp, which kinda surprised me. I mean, I didn't think her and B were all that tight, but hey, what do I know? Nothin' seems to be what I expected lately.

Oz is ridin' with me. I asked him if he wanted to the other night when ( Read more... )

Ain't this fun? I always wanted to break into Wolfram and Hart through the sewers, with Lilah Morgan, my former partner in crime, in tow. Not to mention the walking attitude she had with her when she came to the Hyperion ( Read more... )

Maybe I should just stick to what I do best. Beatin' shit up.

I've been doin' a lot of extra patrollin' since my breakup with Angel. Gets me out of the hotel and yeah, I'm the Slayer in town. Might as well show it.

I don't even wanna be there right now. At the Hyperion, I mean. C's prob'ly thrilled me and Angel broke up, Oz is still MIA, and ( Read more... )

It was all over already, and I didn't even know it. How about that?

I talked to Angel finally, and it was kinda like all the air leakin' out of a balloon, a little bit at a time. There's just nothin' left. I guess that explains why he ain't been in any hurry to talk to me. If I was smart, I would've known there wasn't any savin' what we had. ( Read more... )

( if I hurt you then I hate myself )

This is fuckin' bullshit. Guess what, all this dream crap was one of that Skip guy's inmates jerkin' us around. Yeah, thanks for that. I shoulda known, but it all felt so real. Angel slapped his ass down and sent him back where he belongs, and now he's up in the office pretendin' nothin' was ever wrong with him and me, just like he's been doin ( Read more... )

They don't stop. The dreams. I'm gettin' to where I don't wanna go to bed.

Every night, I relive what Billy did to me. I relive my Ma not carin', not takin' up for me. Then I dream about what I did to Finch, the feel of his hot blood runnin' over my hand. How I hurt Joyce, scarin' her when she'd had me as a guest in her home. Fuckin' B's ( Read more... )