“This is the job, without the diaries I am the nothing you made me.”
Wizards and Glass
08/10/2011They put the drugs in his food. He knows this, but he still has to eat. The government of the United States may have given up on the research and manipulation of demons, but humans are still fair game.
Unpacking
08/10/2011It’s been six months since I took it off, but I still feel it like a missing limb.
Soft and Only
08/10/2011It sounded at first like the buzzing of her alarm clock. Buffy slammed her hand against the spot about where it thought said clock had been three times before her sleep-addled brain realized that there was no clock, there hadn’t been a clock since before Sunnydale turned into a sinkhole, and that, in fact, not only was there no clock, there was no nightstand, no bed, just the sticky duct-taped back seat of a school bus that smelled decidedly ripe.
Of Incubi and Inversion
08/10/2011Nights like this are the worst. Quiet nights, nights where he can hear himself think, loud and clear. Nights where the sandman requires hefty bribes in the form of beer or whisky (or both) before Xander can drift into an uneasy state of something kind of like sleep, but without the restful part.
Mutating Paradigms and Other Shifts in Reality
08/10/2011Okay. Ground rules. Thinking about Giles the way you’d think about Angel or Spike or Riley, or even Parker, was wrong. Giles was not allowed to be attractive.
Leaving Terra
08/10/2011She’s there for a good minute and a half before he notices her. She’s tempted to break the moment, to make some joke about the necklace he’s holding, how between its scrubbing bubbles and the slicing dicing scythe, their weapons should have their own infomercials. Instead she just stands there until he looks up.
Last Rites
08/10/2011Things used to be simple. Black and white. Good and Evil. G-d and Country. Boys and Girls.