I had seen Montauc die. I wasn't there, but I knew what his fate was. He would not take the slayers and the boy down, not without the shotgun, even if it was that they were unarmed.

You see, Montauc was stupid. He was a fool, but he did serve his meager purposes well. I wouldn't be able to impose my powers upon him. It took time to get the ( Read more... )

Surreal, death was prevailing, dominating the air. The demons, dead, burned by Willow’s spell before she was killed by them the chopper that she was on nearly pulled to the ground…it permeated every crevice, every pore of my being. Scattered amongst the dead demons, either burned by Willow’s spell, shot by myself or Gunn, or slain by Angel, Connor ( Read more... )

We were making progress in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds. There were literally tens of thousands of demons on the streets of Wilshire boulevard, all with one focus, and one focus only and that was to go after Angel, as they had most assuredly been sent by their dead demon masters of the Circle of the Black Thorn, if not by the Senior ( Read more... )

Finding Fred, Gunn and Lorne dead was crushing. There was no relief and no respite from the constant onslaught of obstacles. I hadn't counted on this one, though. I hadn't counted on Fred and the rest of my friends being taken away. Unleashing Angel had been a terrible idea, because if he were still Angel, he wouldn't have allowed them to die like ( Read more... )

I put what had just happened with Illyria out of my mind. I did so, not because I was ashamed of it, but because I need to focus and harness all of my mental energies into the magic’s that I was now prepared to use, all within the palm of my hand ( Read more... )

Leaving Angel’s office, I felt exhilarated, other then the fact that Illyria was injured and possibly quite badly, or worse. I felt exhilarated, even at the prospect of that, if not disturbed as well ( Read more... )

The measures had been set, the dye casted, and now, it was up to all of us to do our best, or in this instance, our worst to our foes ( Read more... )

Lindsey's words hit me like a fist. I had been concerned about Angel. His recent actions and reactions to things were both troubling and puzzling, and with the circle of the Black Thorn showing up in the templates after the interface was tampered with, and Lindsey had told us what the circle was, it was safe to say that my concern for Angel had ( Read more... )

Leaving Illyria in the room with Drogan, I was more convinced then ever that we had a serious problem on our hands. But, more then that, more then the worry about Angel losing himself in the dark side, i was filled with anger and agitation. It seemed wholely likely that Angel had prearranged for the release of Illyria from the deeper well, which ( Read more... )

Angel's attitude was quite confounding. I had known him for a long time, but what I had never seen, even in his most desperate of moods, was an ineffectual, apathetic approach when it came to the innocent dying on his streets ( Read more... )