Sometimes this job really does suck.  Sure I can appear wherever I want, come and go as I please, answer to no one, and I'm also immortal, which is nice, since who wants to get old.  Most days its easy to feel good about the never ending battle against evil, I've finally gotten to get my friends back together, even if they all haven't always been ( Read more... )

Brushing the hair back out of my face I aimed another punch at the bag clenching my fist the way Angel had taught me as I landed a series of punches on the swaying bag. Could almost see the smug look on Faith's so overly mascared face as I hit the bag. "Oh gosh, sorry Faith. Was that your face? Couldn't tell if that was you or a diseased clown ( Read more... )

Really think Angel wasn't happy being the broody one, he had to go and try to make me all depresso type girl too. Ugh! First he had to be all nice to me with the kicking lesson then it was all " I must go and sulk in Sunnydale." Fine, if he wants to go he should just go. Go find his precious Darla and stake her, or whatever it is he plans to do ( Read more... )

Really, hope he has fun killing his demon and stomping around in the sewers. Enjoy that Angel, almost smells like fun. Oh wait no, it smells like big stinky avoidance. Buffy goes and gets herself killed and he has to blame himself and a choice he made three years ago. That soul of his really likes to carry the guilt. The centuries of killing ( Read more... )

( That was then. )