"If you'll go courting trouble, you're sure to find it!"Father's last words to him. Liam hadn't ever once intended to listen to a damn word the old man ever said, and definitely never wanted to believe any of them, either. Of course, just like he told his father, he'd heard every one and 'lived down' to them all-- to every disappointment, every ( Read more... )

Illyria was not pleased ( Read more... )

Dreams. Colors. Sounds. Movements. Pain, pain, pain ( Read more... )

"A church?"

It had to be a joke. Had to be. Someone was out there, trying to pull one over on old Spike. There was no other explanation for the reason he was awake, unbruised, and somehow still undead as ever in a fucking churchHe recalled the fight. There had been rain, and blood, and the stupid sodding dragon that Angel had been hell-bent on ( Read more... )

Buffy woke up in a corner drugstore. Which was pretty odd, all things considered, but still. Her hair was wet and matted to her face, and her Prom dress was totally ruined now. She'd gotten so pretty and for what? So The Master could win? He'd done something to her, what with the thrall come-hither-look and stuff. What could she have done ( Read more... )

Black is the absence of light, he recalled from some long-ago physics lesson when he was a boy of nine or ten. But if there was no light, no color, what was that he could see? Shades of violet and burgundy and silver, just barely perceptible in the darkness, like a curtain of the deepest velvet, catching colors reflected from the room beyond ( Read more... )