So, I get up to find that what was supposed to be our safe house isn't holding anyone safe, mostly because there's no one here. I know something's got to be wrong because everyone seems to be missing. Fun! What can I say, after all these years I still really have issues with abandonment ( Read more... )

The weather’s nice. Really. That’s pretty much all I’ve got to say about being back in L.A. without sounding bitter about it. And you know, the weather is nice. Boston people have this crazy notion of seasons and leaves changing color and only wearing jackets when the weather drops below sixty-degrees (when summer’s changing into winter) or forty ( Read more... )

I groaned and squinted at the alarm clock that had decided not to go off. The room was already criss-crossed with sunlight letting me know I'd slept through the night and not snuck out at five a.m. as planned. I glanced at the clock only to see in had been unplugged. Who the fuck would unplug my clock and manage that without tripping my slayerdar ( Read more... )

I see him sometimes, every now and then. Getting to the point where I look forward to him being here, just so I know that I still exist. It's me, but not me. Being in this cell, inside these four walls, my own personal hell. I've got nothing but time, time to think, and think. Regret. Guilt. Pain. It all comes to me. Had I done things different, ( Read more... )

You would think that with all the resources Wolfram and Hart has at their disposal that finding Wesley or the rest of the gang would be easy, right? Wrong. In fact it was taking so long I was beginning to wonder if maybe something was being hidden from me. I was beyond frustrated. Wesley was apparently evil, Angel was...confusing in general, Fred ( Read more... )

Designer heels clicked loudly on the concrete as I made my way towards the company car. A manilla folder was tucked neatly in my briefcase a copy of the divorce papers for the Pryce/Hanley divorce case waiting to be signed by Faith. As soon as I closed the door to the car, the driver pulled away from Wolfram and Hart ( Read more... )

Wesley disappeared around the corner before I could stop him. I wanted to follow him, get answers. Slayer instincts were kickin' in something fierce. But first thing was first, no matter how loud the slayer instincts were screamin' at me, my maternal ones were telllin' me to get Morrigan somewhere safe ASAP. 'Course where the hell was anyone safe ( Read more... )

"How is it that we always end up back here, B?" I asked, with a slight smile as I stared out the window in her bedroom, into the bright desert outside ( Read more... )

Willow said that she had found the spell, just now with her having no powers at all she needed help preforming it. Of coarse I was more then happy to help, this was for us.
So while everyone in the safe house was panicing we were....well doing our own version of panicing.
After it all the only way to tell if it had worked was to wait.

Somehow I remembered all of it. The coldness creeping inside me before I became frozen, a prisoner in my own body. Did it matter if I was even alive? Just a talking corpse for the world to see. Faith didn't care, she'd tossed me aside. Not even a part of her life. With the chips down she'd chosen Morrigan over me. No hesitation, no remorse ( Read more... )