Finally after a few more minutes of torture in the automobile with them we exited the freeway and spilled onto the less congested street. Angel assured that it wouldn’t be long until we reached out destination ( Read more... )

The shell's home cold and dark. It reeked of her, everything everywhere reeked of her. And all of it seemed to spark a wave of unwanted memories, memories of her, of meaningless things. It was almost repugnant, being able to experience these memories, for I did not understand this world or the meaning of certain things. I had grown weary of it ( Read more... )

I took a seat next to Wesley, wanting to be close to him and to watch him sleep. I wanted to see the rise and fall of his chest. It was rhythmic. He looked peaceful, as if he hadn't slept for a very long time. The morphine induce sleep had surely ceased his pain. I watched the blinking light of the monitor and noticed how the beeping sound ( Read more... )

It had taken me only two days to bring everything that had belonged to Wesley back to the shell's dwelling. Everything had been sitting in Wesley’s apartment for days gathering moths and dust. I took everything that belonged to him, everything. His books, his clothes, his notes, his plates and silverware... and just anything that he ever touched ( Read more... )

We followed the others in Wesley’s vehicle. There was fire, destruction, and chaos all around. The smell of the dead polluted the air. Soon we came to a halt behind them. I looked at Wesley with a quizzical look in my face. I realized that we were right on the spot where it had all begun; on the thing they called the Hellmouth ( Read more... )

I didn’t expect for him to awaken so soon from his slumber. His breathing a few minutes ago had been rhythmic, slow, and steady. I had been sure that he wouldn’t wake from his morphine induced sleep just yet. However, he did awake and he put an end to Gunn’s expressive outburst at my comment with three simple words... Gunn, shut up.My eyes were ( Read more... )

I was glad to be rid of myself of the human slayers and the two vampires. Never in my life had I spent so much time with any being other than perhaps Wesley. It sickened me beyond recognition. And the stink of us was most repulsive. I walked into the room. The once that had once had been inhabited by Winifred Burkle, the one that, after her ( Read more... )

I listened to the mindless babble from the other room and it was beginning to agitate me. Humans always had to discuss everything, and in the interim they wasted precious time. Even with the half-breeds with a soul, Angel and the blond one Spike, protecting these creatures, this group stil lacked the kind of leadership they so desperately needed ( Read more... )

I was once the god king of the primordial, shaper of all things, ruler of worlds and distant lands, the iron fist of a vast army and king of many legions. I was once the ecstasy of death, and sought out to conquer all that was there to conquer. To conquer all and to rule completely had been my very definition of life. But now, life was much ( Read more... )

The doors to Lorne's office swung open. I walked in with Gunn and my eyes searched the room. Everyone was there, even some familiar faces whom I recognized from the shell's memories. Everything intrigued me now, there was much I had yet to understand of this world. There was much to learn from it. I remembered the birth of the sun, and how it ( Read more... )