I don't like this at all.

That amulet that Buffy opened at her party obviously wasn't meant as a gift. It was a trap, some kind of mystical bomb. Whoever planted it wanted her out of the way, along with as many people as possible who were at the party ( Read more... )

I'm still feeling drained by what happened at Wolfram & Hart with Skip.

( I'm still a little hazy on the details...all of them, anyway. )

We've been had.

Skip fooled us all.

Wes was able to figure out how to send me to Skip's home dimension last night, but with a catch. The spell he found was only able to work in the twelfth minute of every hour -- you miss the deadline, you're stuck for another sixty minutes before you can try again ( Read more... )

Faith and I had "the talk" a few days ago. She and I decided that for us to be together wasn't going to work anymore...which, I suppose is something I'd kind of accepted in my mind a long time ago. That's not to say it didn't sting, but ( Read more... )

Christmas.

This time last year, I was human. I was having to deal with hordes of holiday shoppers that would put the Scourge to shame. I was wrapping presents for everyone from Wes to Lorne to Buffy to...

...to Connor.

A year ago, I had my son. Now, no one remembers him but me.

The price of being a Champion.

A year ago, Cordelia gave me a ( Read more... )

So far, Hadrian's the worst of the bunch that Skip lost track of ( Read more... )

There's an inmate loose in the hotel. Again.

And unfortunately it looks to be one of the worst of the bunch that's left.

Skip had mentioned an inmate named Hadrian. That was the only name Skip knew, and even Skip didn't know what Hadrian had done to be put in those cells.

But what Skip did say was that Hadrian had a knack of getting inside ( Read more... )

Wes has sounded more and more rattled each time I've talked to him the past two days. When I called him this morning, he started off coherent...but by the end, he was muttering about Oz and Fred, and some other things I'm probably glad I couldn't make out.

I don't think I've heard Wes that incoherent before. He sounded...afraid.

Cordy's left ( Read more... )

Six nights ago, I found a nest of K'anuu demons in the basement of Ameoba Music on Sunset in Hollywood. They'd set up shop to protect their eggs...apparently, music does soothe the savage beasts ( Read more... )

It's been days since I left the hotel. Cordelia's been leaving messages on my cell phone non-stop, screaming at me for being a lunkhead ( Read more... )