I hear Buffy opening my room’s door but I don’t bother to open my eyes and show her that I’m not sleeping. I’m tired and I’m not even sure if I want to talk with her at the moment, I did spend half of the day with dad, which might cause me a homicidal tendencies. One can tell that dad really has got no idea how to treat a teenager; I suppose he ( Read more... )

I have this weird feeling in my gut ever since I left the Wolfram and Hart building. As if I would have missed something, would have forgot to do something. I’m not sure why, though, lately I have had this feeling a lot. Ever since my parents went missing. All the time ever since the attack, I have tried to do everything to find them. I went to the ( Read more... )

He just ( Read more... )

Took me and Wes a wicked long time but we finally managed to convince Cor to go confront Soul Boy with us. I, for one, was sick and tired of sittin' around and talkin' to the polite fridge while Angel was goin' off the deep end. Didn't really get why Cordelia was so scared to just go and ask him what the fuck his problem was. In the last month or ( Read more... )

Of all the shitty days in this shitty place... Maybe I really have had it with the redemption deal. Screw destiny, forget the mission. Let it all go. Sure I could have taken the hell ride with Lilah, not like either of us haven't spent time there already. I'm pretty sure she could use our connections with the firm to get us a reservation too ( Read more... )

These hospital clothes are really ugly. Haven’t they ever heard of colors? Like pink would look SO much better than this depressing white stuff. And why am I still in the hospital? I’m a vampire. I heal fast. They need to let me go. Maybe they’re waiting for Angel to come and dust me? But... but... I don’t want to die! Again. The first time was all ( Read more... )

That fucking asshole. I should have known Angel wouldn't have the goddamn nerve to follow through. Fucking eunuch. Doesn't fuck dead things? What the hell was Darla then, huh? It's not like Connor sprang from a frickin tree. What kind of game is he playing at? He's the one who started with the touching and the grabbing and the shoving onto desk ( Read more... )

Okay, I've done hangovers. I've been so blindingly off my face drunk that the next morning? World of vomit.

But I've never been like this before. And when I mean like this, I mean... Hungover. Room spinning. And waking up next to a girl. Not just any girl (and oh my GOD at how much I need to wig out at THAT statement once the hangover passes ( Read more... )

Wesley and I stayed at the bluff for a while, just holding one another. For a while, I felt like we were all alone in the world, and it was such a comforting feeling. I almost grabbed his hand to beg him to run away with me. I almost asked him to just get in the SUV with me and leave everything behind and forget this life forever. But I knew he ( Read more... )

Shocked at the way I'd been ordered out of his office, I hadn't even bothered to stopped to argue with Angel. Something peculiar was going on with him, and I had to admit my curiousity was piqued. Especially after my encounter with young Mr. Reilly. Certainly something about him had set Harmony off. While Angel was content to believe that it was ( Read more... )