Continued from Here

( The Morning After, waking up is hard to do )

Two year had passed since Wesley and I had left LA. We'd moved around pretty steadily for the first few months, careful not to leave a paper trail anywhere. Even gone as far as to change our names every so often, make absolutely sure that Angel couldn't catch up with us ( Read more... )

When I woke up the sun was still peeking in throught the edges of cheaply made drapes. I'd never thought anything looked so good and for a second I was sure I was still dreaming. They don't really have drapes at all in prison, or ya know, windows. And I definitely never woke up with a vampire draped around me. I mean every once in awhile my ( Read more... )

My son. Wes dared to steal my son? I don't give a fuck what his motivation was. I don't care what he thought he was doing. He'd taken my boy, my child, and he was going to pay. He was going to be tracked down and would suffer for ever thinking that touching something that was mine would ever be forgiven. It had been a long time since the demon was ( Read more... )

Three years of being vision girl and I thought I'd seen it all. Knife in the eyeball guy, the girl who squished two guys against a dumpster. An apocalypse that reached far beyond LA when Vocah unleashed those visions on me... There wasn't much I hadn't seen.

I was wrong.

( no going back )

Sometimes the streets of Los Angeles at night remind me of Pylea. The only difference being these were people and not trees.. or Pyleans running after you. There were still stands on every corner offering whatever anyone would buy, the streets were crowed with people wanting only what would better serve them and them alone.. But, L.A. had ( Read more... )

The time had finally come. Justine would be here any moment with the child and at that moment I would have my final justice against Angelus. Yes, he was still Angelus in my eyes. The fact that his soul was forced on him was only something that would make my justice pain him even more. Ever since finding out about his soul, on my own I might add ( Read more... )

I'm fine. Really. I'm not pacing the halls of the hotel while I wonder if Connor is alright. His Uncle Wes is perfectly capable of making sure Connor is happy, healthy, and I am perfectly ok with being alone. Really. Just because I keep going back to the Connor's crib and talking to his stuffed animals doesn't mean I'm missing my son so much that I ( Read more... )

( When there are no choices )