After landing, I told Dawn and Buffy what I had seen in my dream about Dawn dyin' while tryin' to help us fight ( Read more... )

Riley and I took the SUV over to the burial sites that we had filled last night, well, that B', C', Angel and Spike had made last night ( Read more... )

I was clean and dressed, but that was the extent of the comfort that I was feelin'. Walkin' through the little makeshift mansion that Angel had found, my shoulder still sore from havin'a bullet rip through it, I saw Cordelia and Angel gettin' their freak on. It looked like they were headin' for somthin' promisin' there, as long as Angel didn't lose ( Read more... )

The gruesome job was done. I couldn't believe that we had actually pulled it off. During the course of the night, we had dug thrity-two graves, for the bodies of all of the new slayers, for Giles, Dawn, Willow, Xander, Wesley, Gunn, Fred and that green demon, Lorne. We had managed to get caskets and headstones for all of them, and Cordelia had ( Read more... )

I dreamed. I dreamed of a love lost, found and now lost forever. It was so vivid. Robin hurt, and lost to me for a split second there. But, then he woke up and was patched up and things were going to be so much better. I flaunted it for him, and when he got better from the wounds, I was goin' to ravage him. He spoke to me, and for the first time, I ( Read more... )

The bullet ripped into my chest, just above my right breast, and it hit me with so much force, that it went through me and sent me flying out of the bus, taking window and sheet metal with me, which tore into my neck and lower back, before I landed on the ground. I saw the guy with the gun, but couldn't stop him. There was just a reign of bullets ( Read more... )

Last night had been a kick and a half after the long drive from Boston to stickville, Missouri. I watched my watcher, as she was called, Margaret, fall asleep disgustingly early from outside of her window, after she had done some reading ( Read more... )

I had been drreamin'. Like a lot of my dreams, they were centered around some sexual situations, which usually followed a dream in which I had been kickin' some demon ass, only this time, the sexual encounter was with Wood. I had dumped him long ago. The man had a great body and was rock em', sock em' in the sack, but after I got to know him, he ( Read more... )

I had gotten the skinny from Andrew. He wanted me to help her. He wanted me to convince her not to go to Los Angeles. Andrew had the wrong girl, even though I had told him that I would talk to her. Yeah, I would talk to her on the plane. Or more likely, I would tlak to her at the airport, when I saw her skinny butt walk in, because I didn't know ( Read more... )

Okay, so this wasn't exactly slayin', and this guy wasn't exactly Bill Gates, or whatever, but he sure was a muffin, and had been helpful to me with the information, so I was gonna give him a ride. I had killed a vamp, and had told another that the slayer was goin' to kill Kakistos, and for him to send that message, so all was well and I was feelin ( Read more... )