It feels weird, leading the group. Technically, I'm not leading, just walking ahead of everyone. And it's not really a group, just me and Willow and Faith. I don't really feel like making small talk with anyone. And Faith being here is kinda awkward. But still. I feel like I'm trying to be Buffy. Because if she was here, she'd be walking where I'm ( Read more... )

I can't believe we really did it. I mean, I try and be part of the group. After all, I'm sorta accepted by Warren and Andrew. On the other hand, they are wrong ( Read more... )

How many times had I taken this flight? How often was I needed back here for one thing or another. And how much longer was it going to be for something bad ( Read more... )

Alone in my room and the clock ticks off the amount of time I haven't slept. A metronome can be comforting: white noise, like a wave machine, static, or those tapes they sell. Throwing your clock across the room as hard as you can and watching it shatter against the wall into a thousand irreparable pieces? Equally comforting. Priceless even ( Read more... )

I walk down the steps, and look around realizing the whole gang is here. The whole gang minus one, that is. Tara's still waiting for that call from Dawn. I look up at the clock, debating if I should just wait and let Dawn call or go ahead and do it myself ( Read more... )

Her room. Her room? Was it really her room anymore? I ono. I just...I feel strange. I feel lost inside. I'm used to feelin' tha' way, but this kind of lost is different. Neva' felt this way until now. And as the door opens, I know I can feel it. My muscles twitchin' to jus' run down the steps, out the front door and keep runnin' until I can't ( Read more... )

I'd left because it was best for my Slayer. She had to grow up, right ( Read more... )

Ohh, god. No way am I ever drinking again ( Read more... )

Well, the good news is that my brother and his little fun bunch have yet to realize that I'm back in town and the more time they are ignorant of my presence here, the more time I can go about setting forth my own plans unmonitored ( Read more... )

I looked at Warren and Andrew there at the Pump and realized in my slow way, that they were celebrating without me. It wasn't my fault that murder wasn't why I became a super-villian. We'd come together with one, super-cool mission statement, and it didn't involve killing Warren's ex-girlfriend. And it didn't involve really losing Buffy forever ( Read more... )