Finally, a week without anything bizarre going down--and I can't believe I just said that. Bad Buffy! But seriously, all week I was half-expecting stalker Sly to come jumping out of the bushes at me after class again or something. But nope, just school, a couple of shifts at the Magic Box--Anya took off and left me alone again, but it was much ( Read more... )

Have I mentioned lately how happy I am that Riley and I are together? I mean, not only was he total supporto-ride-to-the-rescue guy all through the ordeal of finding Dawnie and taking down Stone and his goons, but then he turns around and takes me out for my birthday last night. At that really nice little French place tucked into a hole in the wall ( Read more... )

It was kind of a weird relief knowing Jordy was going to keep an eye on Dawn last night. Weird because he looks like he couldn't hurt a flea, and maybe I should've been more worried about him getting killed. But I saw Oz when he turned--the kid's not helpless, and it left me free to do what I needed to do.

The gang was right there for Dawnie. ( Read more... )

Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening again. Damn it, no one takes my sister!

Monday night we're sitting around, trying to figure out who could be behind Maddie's death (and where the hell did Xander run off to without telling anyone?) when Dawn suddenly remembers the creepy guy who cut her on Glory's tower. I guess if Spike could survive ( Read more... )

The fight with the loony calling himself "the opposite of a slayer" left me pretty damned bruised up, not to mentioned wigged out. It was like he knew all the stuff I'd been worrying about lately. Not being able to stop Maddie's death, how it happened on the spot where Glory's tower was, all of it. Except then I started thinking maybe he knew all ( Read more... )

Sometimes it's hard to pick up and keep going on with the normal stuff. Especially when the holiday break wasn't so much of one with the trying to track down Maddie's killer. Riley's been seeming a little frustrated with the evidence gathering. New Years kind of came and went without much celebrating ( Read more... )

Well, Christmas Eve was about as festive as I expected. Not the happy holiday I was hoping to give Dawnie. Oh sure, Xander put on a good show of being brave and all, but the rest of us? Were kind of a mess. Even Anya seemed sympathetic and not so much her tact-challenged self. The memorial service was lovely and sad, the dinner Tara and Willow put ( Read more... )

Looks like it's going to be another red letter holiday at the Summers' house ( Read more... )

I talked to Anya about whether she needed any holiday help at the Magic Box, and she was totally cool about it. Well, she did give me that patented "are you insane or under some sort of spell" look, but then she smiled and said she could use some time to get her own holiday shopping done. And left me to tend the Saturday customers alone. I'm, uh, ( Read more... )

Thank God, Riley wasn't nearly as bad off as he looked when Dawn and I found him. Pretty banged up, but the only major damage was a broken hand. Major relief ( Read more... )