Sunday Evening
Giles sat, proofreading his work. He'd worked his way through most of the first year with Buffy: the insectoid demon that had tried to eat Xander, Moloch, the hyenas, and the final confrontation with the Master. And those were just the highlights.
He'd done good work. The information was clear, and above all, complete. He thought of people like Miss Gilmore coming after him, reading them, and he wanted them as forewarned and forearmed as possible.
Additionally, to that same end, a separate black leather journal had been set aside. He took it up now.
On the first page he wrote:
Of Angelus, later known as Angel
He'd done good work. The information was clear, and above all, complete. He thought of people like Miss Gilmore coming after him, reading them, and he wanted them as forewarned and forearmed as possible.
Additionally, to that same end, a separate black leather journal had been set aside. He took it up now.
On the first page he wrote:
Of Angelus, later known as Angel