It was nice to get away from the hotel for awhile ( Read more... )

Lindsey was frowning into his cup of coffee, the contents of which he was sure had grown cold. It was strange, how little Wolfram & Hart seemed to have changed during his time away. Now, as he sat behind his new desk in his new office with its brand-new furniture and trimmings, he couldn't help feeling that maybe he hadn't changed, either. When he ( Read more... )

That'd be what I'm doing. Even though this is going to constitute doing something I'd much rather not do. Faith most likely won't be expecting to see me either, I know Angel's visited her a few times, but I think the correct term would be 'I just haven't had the time to'. That would be the best excuse ( Read more... )

It was unnerving.

I mean it’s not everyday that you wake up in a hotel room with your best friend. And forget about with your male best friend. Needless to say the discovery threw me off a little. Thoughts about what the hell had happened the night before ran through my mind, along with the question of how much alcohol had been consumed. ( Read more... )

He's disappeared ( Read more... )

Geez, it's almost as bad up here as it is down there. I can't complain as much; I'm not the one at the bottom of the ocean. If the damn Powers That Be would just let me go, I could break the MIA Angel case wide open. Instead I'm stuck on a higher plane, hoping to whatever is above me that Wesley'll figure it out. Connor's doing too good of a job ( Read more... )

So dark... I twisted, trying to get free. All around me, the chains were nice and tight... should I have expected any less from him ( Read more... )

It's a little...weird to be told that you're a vampire slayer. Especially the speech, the speech is pretty out there.

"Into every generation there is a chosen one, she alone will stand against the vampires..."

Blah, blah, blah. They tell you everything they can to fluff up your ego before they mention that you're inevitably going to die in ( Read more... )

I sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea in hand, watching Connor raid the fridge in typical teenage fashion. I had gotten so used to having him around...and so used to not having Angel around. I felt a knot in my stomach when I remembered Angel. I'd forget about our endless search sometimes, and then suddenly remember. It isn't a pleasant ( Read more... )

It had been three months since Angel's supposed disappearance, and Connor was almost positive that he was completely off the hook. Fred certainly didn't seem to suspect him, and while Gunn wasn't exactly his biggest fan, Connor knew that Gunn didn't suspect him of anything, either. Nothing concerning Angel and Cordelia's disappearances, at least. ( Read more... )