The fight...the battle. We debated about whether to come to Angel's little destructo-festival Los Angeles 04 ( Read more... )

The cab ride through Los Angeles reminded me of just how dirty the city could be ( Read more... )

Giles had hired me back. He had been totally drunk and upset over the death of twenty-seven slayers, and had acted rashly, like M in 'License to kill' when he had fired Timothy Dalton out of anger, and had made 007 a rogue agent ( Read more... )

I had spent the night after Giles had fired me getting drunk. It didn't take much and in a musty London pub, filled with people playing darts and drinking strong ales, the strong ales that I had consumed, which were far lighter in closer then that of even the women in here were drinking...it didn't take much to get me as drunk as Giles was when he ( Read more... )

Giles, Xander and I had listened to what had happened via the cell phone. Technology was so amazing, and yet, in this instance, it was like a curse. I didn't want to hear all of that screaming from the girls, and I didn't want to hear Willow scream, after doing the spell on the demons that bursted them into flames, and then fell from the chopper, ( Read more... )

Amanda had skipped out on us. Giles, Xander, Willow and all of the slayers of the vamPIRES had gone to Los Angeles to help fight Angel's monstrous, battlestar gallactica battle, leaving me behind in case everyone was to die there, which I couldn't bare to think about, but behind I was left with Dawn and two slayers, to let the Council live on ( Read more... )

Dawn came down the stairs and made herself a snack. I wondered what it was that she was doing up in her bedroom in this massive estate that served not only as the home for most of us,(some of the slayers, who should remain nameless like Faith for example) but also as our work offices for the new Watcher's Council. Could it be that she was spending ( Read more... )

I was not liking anything about this. I mean, holy jedi, we had come to Acapulco, and a painstaking journey it was, gringo, and it wasn't getting any easier ( Read more... )

Getting out of Sunnydale had been hell. The whole thing started off so well. We had got the M'fashnik or whatever to get us going with the moolah, and then we had made our mission statement. Warren was so cool, all with us in his mother's basement. Jonathan's excitement was all cool and stuff too, and we were off and running ( Read more... )