The four of us had come to the conclusion that we had to kill the demons. We had to kill all of the demons. Well, they wanted to if we ran into them, and I didn't want to do anything else. Call me selfish, but Buffy, Fred and Gunn didn't just lose their best friend two months after losing their spouse. Those demons killed Graham. There was no other ( Read more... )

"Lattimer, Baines, reassemble your units, and in a circular pattern, move in on the crypt ( Read more... )

The whole unit, except for scientists that were researching on a couple of the hostile subterraneans gathered in the briefing room. The soldiers, including myself, the top of the food chain as far as the soldiers came, all stood at attention, as if we were awaiting orders and of course, we were, but I felt responsible for this and was very ( Read more... )

This time, we didn't need briefing. I couldn't understand how we had let two hostiles escape in the course of a week. Hostile-nineteen, also named Drusilla, had escaped, and while doing so, she had killed one of our soldiers. I knew that Professor Walsh had great plans for her, but just a capture seemed a bit trite to me at this point. She killed ( Read more... )

I whispered to Fred. I didn't know how good the demons below could hear, because I had never seen this kind of demon before, even in all of my travels, and I had to know if Fred knew how to use a gun ( Read more... )

We had stumbled upon a couple of the demons that the visioned one, Cordelia had told us about. One, of them, had attacked both of us, and had put up quite the fight. It took a while for Buffy to subdue it, and during the struggled, I got a blackened eye for my trouble. Buffy had broken the demon's neck. The demons here were porported to be like ( Read more... )

Not that I didn't enjoy talking to Graham or anything and not that I wasn't grateful that he had been able to get to Los Angeles so quickly when hearing that there was another demon horde to fight, but I was glad that he left me alone with Buffy. He was just getting in the way of the two of us really talking like we needed to, and he seemed to ( Read more... )

When we had left Xander's room, I was sure that Cordelia was just really tired, wanted to get away from the medical wing bed, maybe talk a little and then get some sleep in a bed that wasn't in a room that smelled all sanitized ( Read more... )