Pausing on the sidewalk, I crane my neck up to take in the entirety of the skyscraper in front of me. The New Metropolis headquarters of Queen Industries, aptly named. What was I doing here? This wasn't the place for a girl like me. Suddenly, I had the urge to turn around and run back to New Mexico... no. I couldn't go back to Roswell. Not now, not ( Read more... )

I had spent the last several days getting used to my new...abilities, and I was in a constant state of wonderment at how unbelievably powerful I'd become. With the mere physical exertion of taking a few steps, I had been able to run...

...yes, run...to Dubai ( Read more... )

As I kick the armed guard across the room, having just taken three bullets in the chest, I think -

Yeah. I am definitely pissed off ( Read more... )

I was in the room the entire time, and he never saw me. He has grown too certain of himself, too sure that being in this place...this place of evil...will protect him ( Read more... )

I enter my office, and for the first time notice that it is incredibly dark outside. Not that I'm surprised. It was easy to lose track of hours in this building, and Wolfram & Hart hardly kept conventional hours ( Read more... )

I came in the back door, tossing pair of manila folders onto the conference room table, and pulled my coat off, tossing it over the back of one of the chairs. With a wince, and some stiffness from my right shoulder, I pushed the door closed and latched it, then walked through the back room of the office into an adjoining side room, where a set of ( Read more... )

Fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of tea, I shivered despite the steam radiating from the liquid and the blanket I was wrapped in. It was quiet in my tiny apartment, since Tara found herself a little place and this place was too small for a roommate, anyway. But I'd never lived alone before. It was a little weird. Lonely-ish ( Read more... )

[Whip cracking Kitty insists I put up a placeholder post for some naughtiness Spike will be getting up to, but I don't have time to write right now. Well, here it is, Mein Herr! :P]

Sighing, I push back from the desk, eyes scanning for the nth time the papers spread across its gleaming mahogany top. Papers that, for once, touted not the acclaimed actions of the vampire-with-a-soul but of another person entirely. Someone involved in a mugging, and other events of the more supernatural sort, the kind your everyday reporter ( Read more... )

Grave robbing ( Read more... )