I had this dream of me on the tower in that dorky dress, but Wesley came along with a sword and beat off the Joel Grey lookalike demon before he could cut me and start the blood flowing. It was a nice dream, and when I woke up, I stretched and realized I was all warm and comfy in a bed... that wasn't mine ( Read more... )

"Ladies' man? Are you sure you remember me from Sunnydale? I dare say it'll take more than a few candles..."I rolled my eyes. "Oh please. You were all nice to me in Sunnydale! Well, you were polite at least. Giles just ignored me," I frowned, tucking my legs underneath me and tugging at one shoulder of the shirt that kept slipping off ( Read more... )

I just couldn't take it anymore.

Like, everyone in Sunnydale felt they had to be my mom or something, when they would never be Mom. They'd never be Buffy. And they wouldn't let me do anything, still! Hadn't Buffy died for me? Saying I should 'live for her', or whatever ( Read more... )