Dark They Were

08/10/2011

His head felt like he’d tried to attack a busload of schoolchildren, and he wasn’t sure if it was the chip, the soul, or the vodka.


Compromises

08/10/2011

So this was the Slayer. Well, to get technical about it, a Slayer, thanks to a spell that sent ripples all the way to Hell and Lilah’s voice mail.


Bittersweet Symphony (Unsweetened Mix)

08/10/2011

She makes the request, firmly, but politely, like her time spent with Xander taught her to do. The teller calls for the manager, both of them looking at her nervously, their voices strained but quiet as they request her paper work in triplicate.


Absolution

08/10/2011

Port in a Storm Part 3: “Wesley?”

He closed his eyes, and she noticed the tension in his face. He looked like he hadn’t slept or shaved in days.

“What are you doing here?”

A quick expression of exasperation crossed his face, and he grabbed the pen and notepad off the ground next to him. He scribbled something quickly, and handed her the pad.

Does it matter? She read.


Anchored

08/10/2011

Port in a Storm Part 2: Home is the last place he wants to be. Everything still tidy and neat except for the box in his hands, the one that reminds him (as if he needs a reminder) that he did have one more thing to lose after all. He sets it down carefully; decides to play the messages he knows are waiting on his machine.


Port In A Storm

08/10/2011

Port in a Storm Part 1: It felt almost like the last time. She’d grabbed a bag, bought her ticket, and left a short note on her bed. Only this time, the bag was weekend-light, the ticket round-trip, and the note said she’d be back soon.


Dark They Were

01/10/2011

Pain for pain.


Anchored

01/10/2011

We’re all needful things at times.