I couldn't go home. Not yet, at least. Not while they were doing that...thing. That thing. Yeah. After the small meeting in the food court, I did a little shopping myself. Nothing like monster talk to remind me of all the ruined outfits at home due to slayage. Regular blood was a pain to get out, let alone green, gooey, sometimes acidic blood? Now ( Read more... )

The mall, wow. It was a busy place. Probably not the best of my ideas. Taking two slayers into a crowded place, where we'd probably talk about demons and whatnot. But, it wasn't a bad idea. Most people didn't really care what everyone else was talking about. And, the girls needed a break. At least a small one that didn't involve heavy training ( Read more... )

Not really a writing sample, more of a letter Buffy writes to Angel before she goes to the big battle in The Gift.

Dear Angel,

There's really no easy way to say this...or well, write it. I suppose it would be easier. To say it, that is. At least in the sense of you actually understanding where I'm coming from. Words on a paper usually don't hold ( Read more... )