It was the night after her near-fatal vamp attack, and Bufy was dressing again for the patrol. Simple black jeans and a blue and white striped tank top, a light zip-up jacket with comfy sneakers. The bites on her neck were hardly noticeable now, and she decided against trying to awkwardly cover them with a scarf ( Read more... )

Anya was in the magic box arranging a brand new tablecloth on the central round table used by the Scoobies. The table where some very interesting-and strange-things had happened just the day before. She had no idea how any of it had happened, and when she'd awoken that morning, she'd been in a hotel room with a note telling Xander 'goodbye' laying ( Read more... )

It was a new day, a new way of thinking, of walking, of talking of just being... that was what was going through Xander's mind at the moment. With the new way of dressing and styling his hair, the construction worker decided to make his way through the sidewalks of Sunnydale with his refreshed feeling of life in general ( Read more... )

 The hospital visit was pretty quick, considering what Xander felt like a Mack Truck had run over his head - three times. But they didn't really find any life threatening injuries. A bruised rib, some internal bruising... and one hell of a headache. They gave him extra-extra-extra strength aspirin-like pills and sent him on his way.

Anya managed to ( Read more... )