I was just happy that Spike and Faith were separated, and that myself and Faith were separated, for that matter. Cordelia’s visions had been a Godsend, even though I didn’t look at her glow that way ( Read more... )

I stormed out of the hotel. Momentarily, everything faded away from my mind that had been previously bothering and was replaced by the thing that was currently bothering me ( Read more... )

Angel ahd pissed me off. It wasn't what I needed. Not today. Today, I needed to bask on what Spike and I had become last night and reflect on happy times with all of my friends, savoring good memories and being calm, while doing nothing and letting the wound in my hip from the Maniac's bullet heal; A bullet received when I had lost my sister, my ( Read more... )

I shared a glance with Angel. It was a confusing one, and while I was soaked and could feel that, and while I had a scratch on me or two, and possibly a bruise, which I could also feel, primarily, I was just sort of numb and not the pleasant kind of numb ( Read more... )

This was awkward, with a bit of crazy on the side, and dripping all over the dish, was anguish. Angel and I meet down in the Kitchen. It’s not something nefarious or shady, or whatever. I had just woken up from my nap and didn’t wake up Spike when I left. I assumed the same about Angel and Cordy. We were in rooms upstairs with only paper thin walls ( Read more... )

Every thrust was meaningful. It wasn't like it had been in the past. In the past, with a bullet wound healing in my hip like I had now, Spike would have been making the nerves scream there, as well as the bundles of nerves that he would have, like he was now, scream in pleasure ( Read more... )

I dreamed. I didn’t have nightmares, but I dreamed. It was flash card, bang, the hills are alive and it was real. There was terror, but it wasn’t a nightmare. There, in Los Angeles, were thousands of demons. I could see that they were killing everything in sight, that they were killing humans and themselves, seething with hatred, but above it all, ( Read more... )

What we were doing was wrong. All of us. Robbing these places in order to bury the bodies of our loved ones was wrong. But, the way that everyone looked at it and the way that I saw it was, hey, these people wouldn't be alive on more then one occassion if it wasn't for me saving the world and I had done it again, only days ago ( Read more... )

This was like an alternate universe. I got up, groggy from the morphine, and after I moved, I felt the pain of the gunshot wound. It was such a big wound. I had been shot before by Warren, but that had only been a little bullet, and besides, dark Willow had just taken it right out of me, so there was no fuss no muss there. Even with the morphine, I ( Read more... )

We had saved the world. I was relieved and saddened at the same time. Yeah, hellmouth eliminated, and Sunnydale a memory. Those were pretty much great things, especially since all of the civilians had pretty much left before the big fight went down ( Read more... )