After Anyanka's unfortunate, but promising, outburst in the store, I decided that it was probably best for me to give her some space. Not that I considered myself included in her ordering everyone out of the store, but I think she's on her way to a very vengeance-y place right now, and I think it's better if she finds that place on her own ( Read more... )

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After hanging up the phone on Tara, I'd spent another few minutes alone on my bed, feeling sorry for myself - and feeling angry at myself for... um, feeling sorry for myself. Behold the spaz ( Read more... )

I emerge from the darkness of the building, and I squint as the light blasts my face. Angel had given me the full blown details of what needed to be done. I was to meet him in the park by the school when the sun went down, and then he and I were going to make history ( Read more... )

Gotta keep moving. They'll find me, always find me, sooner or later. They'll get near and the fire will grow...till it swallows me whole. Like logs, they are ( Read more... )

I feel guilty. I feel really, really guilty. And I shouldn't, should I? I mean, okay. So I did just, in essence, kick the entire Scooby Gang out of the shop. Not only out of the shop, but out of my life. Entirely. That loud slam that followed Dawn outside was not just the door closing on the Magic Box, but also on a chapter of my life. The part ( Read more... )

The door behind me can't slam loudly enough. I stomp several feet down the street before I make myself stop and breathe. God! How could Anya... we were her friends! I mean, I know she's feeling hurt and rejected, no duh with the whole vengeance thing, but why is she being such a... bitch to us now? We were her friends, we took her in, accepted her ( Read more... )

So hot...burning bright, there's a fire in my chest, do anything to get it out but you can't, scratch and cut all you want it's still just ( Read more... )

I rock back and forth gently. The motions of a crazy person. But I'm not crazy ( Read more... )

Jonathan and Warren don't trust Tucker. They seemed skeptical. They were totally Scully-ing him the whole time he was at the lair. But I couldn't help but be in awe. My brother is using magic. REAL magic, not the stuff that Jonathan plays around with and often screws up ( Read more... )