I gave Buffy one last hug before walking off in the direction in which was home. I guess she was fine..she kept saying she was and well she wouldn't lie..sure she has a couple times but I don't think she would like about her well being. Maybe it was just her way of dealing with mom's death. Guess she had been out patrolling since everything ( Read more... )

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Her hand squeezed mine and I pulled her a little closer to me. I knew that she needed comfort, and I'd do my best to give it to her. Although, I also knew where that comfort might lead, and that wasn't fair to either of us.

"I don't know, I haven't really spoken to her since the funeral. She's dealing with this better ( Read more... )

Ok so Angel went to Sunnydale to help out there. Which I can understand Buffy and Dawn need him after what happened. I can only imagine how hard it must be for them. Besides not like Wesley and I couldn’t take hold of things ourselves. We were already doing that, well then he came back and expected us to just act like nothing happened. I mean come ( Read more... )

Emotions rolled through as I continued to think about Joyce, Dawn and Buffy throughout the night. I couldn't sleep not knowing that everything was going to be alright for them. Of course it would be eventually but the whole transition part was mainly my worries. I pulled the covers up to my shoulders slowly as to not wake up Tara. It had been a ( Read more... )

I stayed indoors as long as I could, but Spike's request for me to stay in the crypt interfered with my set logic pattern. I'm capable of two things: worship Spike, and slaying. Seeing as how he hadn't been back for a while, I shifted into the thing-I-do-second-best mode ( Read more... )

Stubbin' out my smoke, I paced around my crypt. Sun's almost down and I can go and pay my respects. Tried to do that but monkey boy Harris was bein' a right prick. Doesn't matter though, doesn't matter at all. Joyce knew I cared, she knows now and that has nothing to do with her eldest or what I feel about her. No, don't love the bint at all. Liar ( Read more... )

When the call about Mrs. Summers came, we were all shocked. Angel and Cordelia more so then I, since I've never really met her. But the few times I did meet Mrs. Summers...Joyce, as she insisted I call her, I can honestly say she was a very nice lady. And a true lady. She loved both her daughters and did an admirable job or raising her without the ( Read more... )

I laid there holding onto Xander as I kept remembering the funeral. It was weird for the most part, no one was really talking except to say 'I'm sorry for your loss' or the continued to talk about how good a person Joyce was. Which she was but I wasn't even sure if half of those people actually knew who she was. I tried extremely hard to keep quiet ( Read more... )

I stood looking in the mirror. My hair was left down and I had on a black dress. I knew that as soon as I walked out of my room things would be different. I heard Buffy call for me. I sighed and opened up my bedroom door. We then got into the car and made our way to the burial site. We got out and walked to moms grave site. Buffy and I along with ( Read more... )

I held her tightly as the preacher carried on with the funeral. Dawn needed my comfort more than ever right now, and I needed hers in a way. I held my head down and listened to the echos of the Preacher. I tried hard to listen to him but his words didn't comprehend with me. None of this seemed real it seemed to be more surreal than anything ( Read more... )