Angry and sobbing, I head back to the house. How is that I can hate and love seeing Tara at the same time? I saved her life! Can't she understand that I just want things to be the way they were ( Read more... )

They want Andrew. All that over doing the right thing, turning myself in, trying to give them all a heads up about the stones, and what happens? They take Andrew prisoner and forget all about me. He could be hogtied, but for god's sake, atleast they know he's there! Just like highschool ( Read more... )

Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean back against the counter and watch Andrew bustle around the kitchen. We never tied him to a chair, and it might've been a bad idea if it was anyone but Andrew. He wouldn't try to run. He's too scared of me. Besides, he's also too busy making cookies ( Read more... )

The wind rises electric, and the fabric of reality starts to shift. My body is at once calm, a cool wash of euphoria rises over me...and at once violently ill. The nausea in my stomach is a strange off-set to what the coolness. This was what it was like ( Read more... )

I started off in the direction of the conflicted energy. It wasn't that it was far away, but it seemed... muffled somehow. I recall feeling something like this before, but for the existence of me, I can't place it. As we walk, the energy is getting stronger, but not clearer. It remains muffled. Usually sensing energy like this is somewhat like ( Read more... )

The basement is dank, dark...and reminds me of many of the places I've hold up in across the odd years during the last century or so ( Read more... )

I hear the train in the distance. It's whistle calls to me. I must leave this place, this city of stench. Spike has a soul, like the Angel Beast. I can't abide it. I must rid myself of him before it spreads ( Read more... )

We get to the house in record time. Fred kinda drives like a maniac but it doesn't bother me. I don't think I'd be any better in this situation. And we're both pretty pissed off ( Read more... )

I pushed open the door of the Magic Box and listened to the tinkling of the bell. "Uhmm... hello?" I poked my head inside and glanced around, looking for Anya. "Anya ( Read more... )

Sometimes I hate them. But most times I just envy them. I got a glimpse of thier charmed lives, the danger, the fighting, the drama. They'll never know what it's like to be worth nothing at all. To be average, and chubby...and short. It's not like I don't know those things, I know. I knew I could never fit in with Buffy and her friends, or Cordelia ( Read more... )