Why would I look back, Angel told me not to and lately, I always listened to Angel. Whether it's when we were close or even when it was some miniscule way to file, I just never questioned him. Oh, wait I did question him, back before we went ahead with the suicidal plan of suicide. Yes, I did. I distinctly rememember trying to be profound and ( Read more... )

Folding up the ten dollar bill I had been fingering in my pocket I handed it to the cart man and grabbed the hot dog from him, making sure to thank him for it. Smiling, I waved and bit the end of the hot dog before finding an open bench to enjoy it. Satisfied with one only a few feet away I finished off my hot dog before tossing it and watching as ( Read more... )

Fuck. Why me? Why, when I, Alexander Lavelle Harris, pack up and begin to go on the road trip that will define my entire existance does the engine to uncle Rory's beat up old Cad crap out not halfway through L.A.? Is the universe just trying to tell me that America isn't ready for Xander? Or maybe it's just telling me that I shouldn't trust my dead ( Read more... )

Ok Xand, take the short cut. Sure, it's dark. And yeah, it's spooky but don't worry! Your friends a slayer! Oh yeah Xand, your friend's not here. She wasn't here for three months...but you can hold your own. I mean, she returned so that's a major plus ( Read more... )

Despair. Loneliness. Disaster. Longing. If the bottle's empty...then nothing, and if it's full...usually it's filled with beer or some sort of hard liquor. At least lately. I once admonished my best friend for drinking beer. Well, she had turned into a cavegirl so there were totally different circumstances there. There were factors. And now me? ( Read more... )

Anya and I had stayed away for a few days. Not from each other. God no. That would give her notice that something is wrong. But we stayed away from the gang. We all knew now what Buffy was dealing with. She had been in heaven and Willow, Anya, Tara and I ripped her out of there with our spell not even thinking that maybe since she had been a slayer ( Read more... )

Although after careful calculations and plans on both a globe and a map I realized that Will hadn't had the heart to tell me about Alaska and Hawaii. Well, no matter. 48 states is still good. At least, by default it works. At least, I hope so ( Read more... )

That's how I'd picture my investigations. Noir filled with beautiful femme fatales and damsels, with just enough gangsters to wrap into a nice whodunit. Or who stole it. The Japanese Falcon. (Maltese was taken, go figure). But sadly my life is nothing like Dick Tracy and all of those aptly named villians like Babyface and Gilroy. Maybe he wasn't a ( Read more... )

"Shut up! Xander is a great guy, just not lately."Those words echoed in my mind lately. I couldn't seem to get them out of my head. On the one hand Anya, who I loved and adored was telling another man that I was a great guy or at least that I used to be a great guy. But of course the catch! Because if there's something I learned being on this Earth ( Read more... )

I left Anya in the kitchen with the ice cream. Discussing our impending doom just wasn't on my list of things to do before I die, surprisingly. Besides, I had no desire to fall back into what we were for a night of...well, I really don't know. All I know was that Anya had been sending signals the size of the empire state building all night. She was ( Read more... )