I awoke, and the room was dark. My first thought was to call out for Buffy ( Read more... )

I had the advantage. The leverage. I had power over Faith now. Unbeknownst to my Buffy or the other slayer, I had done damage to Faith at that moment I had her. She would see me in her thoughts and most especially her dreams. She knew that I could’ve ended her life as fast as her lowlife father and whore of a mother had created her ( Read more... )

I was running full out, as fast as I could toward Joyce's house. The night air was cold. Well, colder than it should be in southern California. The wind whipped through my hair and was blowing so hard that it made it hard to breathe. I kept going though. I had to. I couldn't hesitate. Not again. I didn't even look back. I just had to get ( Read more... )

I made my way back downstairs, exhausted. It wasn't fair, and there wasn't one damn thing I could do about it ( Read more... )

Okay. So we finally managed to get Willow and Xander to and into my car. But the dorky guy with the glasses, who was he? I raised my brows and glanced at him in the passenger seat, as I started the car ( Read more... )

I was right? Well, there's something you didn't expect to hear coming from Faith-y's mouth. Not unless it was...ah, of course. Followed by a smartass remark. One that I was not not counting on. It would have left me suspicious and surprised had she not added that little quip at the end ( Read more... )

My daughter can't be dead. Nor can she be a vampire. I just won't accept it ( Read more... )

We were here. The mansion. Angelus's mansion. I was about to go in, and face Buffy as a Vampire along with Angelus. I never went up against him, but I've heard horror stories. One of the worst vamps ever. And with B having Slayer training and strength suddenly getting vamped and having Vampire strength. There was no way this could go well ( Read more... )

Oz drove the way to the mansion, speeding the entire time. Inside, I urged him to go faster. Faith was on edge. I needed to be there now. I needed to know Xander was okay. He'd plunged straight into the lion's den, no thought on his mind but Buffy. I knew that ( Read more... )

Joyce's words slammed into me, mingling with my own guilt. We of the council were to blame. Slayers came and went, and we acted as if it were normal. Or acceptable. But Joyce was real, her pain was real, and this wasn't acceptable at all. All I could think was, if we'd never made Buffy follow her destiny she'd be here with us. If I'd let her alone ( Read more... )