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arriving at the scene [19 Jun 2005|10:27pm]

[ mood | confused ]

On the way to the Starbucks where Cordy had said the weird happenings were goin down, so many thoughts were going throuh my head. How this was all happening and why? The whole Faith/Angel thing I 'overheard', an just everything. And now Tara not being able to talk? How come I have the strangest and scariest feeling that the First has something to do with this? But how? We defeated it. Didn't we? We had to of. Right?

I walked into the Starbucks as a little bell signaled my entry. I saw Cordelia standing over at a table, Willow and Tara nowhere to be seen. I came up to her and smiled. This was a little weird too. Seeing Cordy again like this. She's not the same girl I used to know though, I know that now. She's different, she's changed, and for the better. Lets just hope shes not the bitchy drama queen she was back in high school that I remember so well.

"Hey." I said, walking up to her. "Okay, so what's going on? Are they in the bathroom?" I asked, looking over towards the door.

((open to Cordy mostly but Willow and Tara later))

9 Dreams| Dream

[03 Jun 2005|04:45pm]

[ mood | crushed ]

I was in my room when I heard a knock at my door. I went to go see who it was, but when I went to open it, no one was there. I sighed, looking around. Maybe I'm hearing things...great. Slayer going crazy. Wouldn't be suprised though. I closed the door and went over and sat down on my bed. I wondered where Angel was. I hadn't seen much of him today. I saw him this morning, but we didn't really talk, just briefly passed each other. I guess it is a little awkward, with me and Spike and all for him.

I got up and walked out of my room after getting dressed. I went up to the third floor where Angel's room was and stood outside his door. I hesitated just before I was about to knock. Then, suddenly I froze. I stood very still and I could literally hear my heart pounding in my ears. I walked a little closer to the door and put my hand over my mouth, a tear forming in my eye. What did I hear in his room? Nothing else that him and Faith doing....something together. I closed my eyes, letting the tear fall down my cheek and took my hand down from my mouth. I stared at the door and heard her say something to him, then a crash inside. I turned and ran away from the door, more tears falling.

I got back to my room, went inside and slammed the door shut. I turned around and stood against the back of it and slid down to the floor. Yeah, I know, I'm with Spike..I think. But seeing..or hearing Angel with Faith just hurt. It just hurt. And with Faith? Wow. I wiped my eyes as I just sat there. Then I thought about if maybe Angel had felt me outside his door, or even Faith. We had that slayer connection thing going on. I closed my eyes, hoping neither of them did.

I got up and walked over to my bed and collapsed down onto it, and just cried myself to sleep.

(( open to anyone..maybe Angel or Faith? :( ))


[27 May 2005|04:53pm]

[ mood | scared ]

Willow had gone for a walk. She thought I was asleep, but truth be told, I was sad. I couldnt figure out for the life of me, why I was back here. Why would I be brought back, if not for some important purpose? I couldn't understand it. I sighed, and snuggled down under the covers. Maybe I could sleep, and forget things for a while.

I was dreaming. This I could tell. I had a feeling that Willow needed me, but I was stuck in my dream, for now. I walked along a path, that wasn't really there. I saw a girl, with dark hair, mourning the loss of her lover. She was talking to Willow. I tried to speak to them, but couldn't, So I moved on. I saw flashes of light, and suddenly there ...it was. Laughing, demonicly evily, staring down at my loved ones. I tried to speak, but couldnt. Suddenly, it went black. I felt confused, and frightened...and then I heard a voice.
"You..." I started.
"You have no comprehension of what you are about to face. I am forming. From down under, from beneath you. And I will destroy you all"
"What are you??" I asked.
"Hell" it replied, simply.
"What do you want from me?" I cried.
"It appears that it is your voice, what you say to these people that motivates them. You, above all others, strengthen the witch. Lets see what we can do about that."

And all of a sudden, I was awake.
"What a w-weird dream..." I said.
Except I didn't.
I tried to speak, but nothing came out. I screamed, but there was nothing.

I did a quick locator spell, to find out where Willow was. She was at the coffee shop with the girl from my dream....Cordelia. I remembered now.

I grabbed my jacket, left the house, and ran until I got there.
I opened the door to the shop, and saw Willow, who immediately jumped up to greet me.

((Open to Willow, Cordy, and anyone else who might be there)

19 Dreams| Dream

[27 May 2005|03:21pm]

[ mood | rejuvenated ]

I came back from patrolling and having some alone time with Spike. I must admit that it was a little weird, being that close to him after all thats happened since then. I shook my head as I came into the lobby. I stopped and looked around. I didn't see anyone, so I just decided to go upstairs and shower. I felt so gross. From the bus ride here, and then patrolling and just everything that's happened so far.

I came up to the room I had claimed my own and shut the door. I plopped down on the bed and just stayed there for a bit, with my eyes closed. Almost like meditating, but I was mostly thinking about things.

Finally, I got up and went into my bathroom. I started the water and waited for it to heat up. I looked in the mirror and smiled at my reflection. Then I frowned. Maybe I would get a haircut. Maybe cut my hair a little shorter. Hmm..I'll see what the others think first.

I got undressed and stepped into the shower and was so relieved when I felt the warm water hit my body. Some of me was sore, from lack of sleep I guess. I needed sleep so badly. But, for some reason, I could'nt bring myself to sleep. I've tried, but it's like my body doesn't want to sleep, but I do. Oh my god, do I want to sleep.

I took like an hour long shower, just relaxing from the hot water. I shut the shower off and stepped out and wrapped myself in a big, fluffy towel. I dried off and went out into my room and rummaged through my clothes and found something comfy to wear for the rest of the night.

I changed into them, and started brushing my hair out. I was standing in front of my mirror when I heard a knock at the door. I wonder who that was.

((open to whomever wants to see Buffy! :D))


[19 May 2005|02:46pm]

After Cordy and I had finished talking and she went for a walk, Nia and I were left to our own devices. I figured now would be a good a time as any to look around the hotel, maybe see who I could find hiding within it's walls.

When Cordy left, Nia had been over at the weapon's cabinet examining it's contents. I motioned for her to come over to me, and slipping her hand into mine, I led her up the stairs to the upper floors.

"We might as well have a look around," I told her, "Although I pretty much know this place from ceiling to basement tenfold."

I was really hoping our exploration would result in the finding of Angel. I needed to talk to him, it was the reason why I had come here in the first place. I was growing ever increasingly nervous as I walked with Nia through the halls, because even though I DID want to speak to Angel, I honestly had no idea how he would take my sudden arrival back into his life.

I hoped he would understand why I did what I did. Why I ran and turned my back on everyone in the end. I had my reasons, and I would stand by them. And I was back here now for completely different reasons, but I at least I wanted to explain myself.

Anyhow, when we reached the 4th floor, I let go of Nia's hand and instinctively walked towards my old room. It'd been years since I'd seen it, and when I opened the door and looked inside, it was exactly how I left it. Just the sight of the wallpaper, the floor boards, and the bed brought back pangs of longing for the old days, when times were simpler.

But I gave this room up, cleared out my belongings, and left for bigger and better things like a penthouse courtesy of Wolfram and Hart. Looking at this room was sobering. It brought me back down to earth, to remember the simple and carefree Lorne before the bigshot overzealous Lorne of the Entertainment Division... that same Lorne who would later go on to become jaded and self absorbed, enough so to kill a man and walk away with nothing but bitterness and resentment.

I sat on the bed and sighed deeply, biting my lower lip. This was too much for me. I hated what I had become, what I was now. So filled with anger and pain, and just being in this room was indeed the hardest thing I would have to endure, it's walls mocking me with the air of 'I told you so', boring down on me. With that, I lowered my head into my hands and wept openly.

((Open to Angel - come find me, you know i'm here! Also open to Nia as well))
5 Dreams| Dream

[08 May 2005|03:16pm]

Slappin' the glass ontop of the counter, the nervous tender went to pour me another, but I shook my hand in dismissal. Noticin' the gash across my knuckles. Deep no doubt, and a wound tha' might need some stitches. Sweet! It'd been a long time to do this much damage to some good ol' fashion normal vamps and demons. Not those uber vamps back in Sunny D. Those were a challenge, but sometimes to keep yaself leveled, ya had to have a mix of sorts. Otherwise these guys here would never be as entertainin' as they were now.

A blonde kid with a broom looked around and then up at me. As if askin' for permission to clean the dust from the vamps up. Course I nodded and slid off the bar stool. The entire bar was a wreck. Patrons havin' gone out the back entrance. Vamps comin' at me towards the front. Idiots. Tha' had been their final destination. Well, 'side from hell tha' is.

But damn! I felt alive and enpowered. Hungry and damn well fuckin' horny. Too bad all the guys left but the pimpled face kid sweepin' and the beer belly bartender. I wasn't that horny. I was though, that hungry.

Knowin' the hotel hadn't anything to eat, I made my way to a Seven Eleven and paid for some Doritos and a can of Sprite. Finishin' it on my walk back to the hotel. Of which had been a pretty fuckin' long one if I do say so myself. Tha's only natural when ya leg had been twisted at wha' might'a been a ninety degree angle. Definite ow's. Even f'a Slayer. Ah well. Worse I had was the gash across my knuckles, bones showin' and wha' jus' might be a broken rib. I'd live though. The thing I was mainly worried 'bout were my clothes. S'not like I had any but the ones on my back. If I had to wear sommin' of Cor's...well, cheah...tha' ain't g'na happen. I rather five finger discount than wear sommin' more trashy than wha' I normally wore.

Swinging open the lobby doors, I called the first name outta impulse. Which had been, "B?" before falling to my ass on the top landing of the foyer. Is tha' wha' it was? I ono. Boss used to call entry ways foyers. Beats me why. I mean, if they hadda name already, why name it twice?

(Open to anyone inside the hotel lobby.)
26 Dreams| Dream

[03 May 2005|09:58pm]

I was in the lobby where a lot of the action was going on, but I felt sort of out of place. So, I decided to go for a walk. It was about dark, but I knew my way around..sort of. Tara had gone up to bed early, so I was by myself for now. I sighed, hugging my coat closer to me as the wind blew at me as I opened the lobby doors. It was late, but there was still a real strong wind. I pulled my scarf around my neck more and put my hands into my pockets.

I stopped at a corner and looked around. Suddenly I realized something. I had no idea where I was going. I laughed to myself and smiled. Hmm..then I saw it. Oh thank the Goddess. A magick shop. I didn't really think LA had some of those. I crossed the street and stopped in front of the window of the cute little shop. There were books on display..some that I had seen before, but a lot of them new to me. I opened the door and I heard the bell jingle above my head as I entered. I smiled at the lady at the counter and began going up and down the aisles of bookshelves, exploring.

((open to anyone who happens to be in the magick shop))
22 Dreams| Dream

[27 Apr 2005|10:58am]


It got so boring in the hotel sometimes so i decdided to go out for a walk. I walked out of my room and downn to the lobby. Giles standing there with some lady not takening much notice of her. I walked passed them on may way to the door. I told Giles i was going out for a walk as i opend the door. Not bothering waiting for a reply i walked out of the hotel.

I walked along the path looking for something to do. 'Such a big city to explore' i thought to myself as i turned a corner. About 20 minutes later i seen a girl sitting on a bench. She looked around my age i walked up to her 'hi' i said as i walked towards her. 'is this seat taken' i said standing next to the bench waiting for her reply.

7 Dreams| Dream

Drifting. [26 Apr 2005|10:55am]

Goddamn, if everyone isn't fuckin' as busy as bees. Or what I might guess bees are busy like. I ono, what the fuck ever. I'm jus' not up for the whole reunion and all the tree hugging hippy crap. I can certainly do without it. Not like I ever got used to the giddy feelings part of life.

Sure, I hadda go and tell people of the huge vision thing that slammed Cordy into, what looked like a walking coma for a few there, but maybe...just maybe, I'd be able to get a little handle on things.

If only I knew where the fuck to start.

S'not like I had a scoop on the inside. I was on the outside. Even here. It be more so with the way everyone was all buddy-buddy like with one another. They each had their own fuckin' cliques. Had? Nah, they still got 'um. And to be honest, I'd rather be alone.

No one to really worry 'bout but y'self.

Ugh, see tha' shit, man?! My mood shifts from one end of the spectrum to the next. I can't keep myself balanced as far as emotions and thoughts go. Guess tha's why it was easy to switch gears in the game way back when.

Taking in another drag and the last one of the cig, I walked out from the side of the hotel's alley. Flicking the last remainder of the smokes down to the ground, crushing it with the tip of my boot. I knew if I went back in there, I'd need another pack, or somethin' to keep me calm. Maybe a nice bottle of JD? Tha' could calm postal workers gone awol, down. Either way, I'd haver t'go to the store. Which is exactly where I was now headed. Not botherin' to even let anyone know where I was goin'. 'Cos yeah, hot chick with super powers here, sorta jus' helped save the end of the world...kinda don't need to check in with the babysitters club there. Besides, maybe I'd run into a few vamps tha' had scattered from Sunny D like lil' roaches and made it all the way here. 'Cos I was still itchin' f'some vamp action.

It wasn't long before I made my way down the busy and noisey boulevard to a nice crummy lil' area with trash floatin' about everywhere in all the watermain puddles and the sleazy bars at each corner of every block wer eopen. The only places open in this part of town, aside from the twenty four hour stores tha' the grocers were heavily armed. And with tha' train of thought of wantin' to relieve my itch, the Powers must've favored me f'the time being. A soft scream from inside one of the bars drew me inside. Making my way in with a not so glamourous entrance. What, with havin' fuckin' nearly tripped over the drunk that laid flat at the entry way. Drunk? Nope. Glancin' down I relized the sap was dead. Not by drinkin' himself tha' way, but the missin' head...cheah, sorta a big o'l hint tha' it wasn't natural. "Aight, so which one of you guys wanna tango first?" Across the floor from me, I spotted 'um. A group of vamps that looked out of place. They thought they had power and tha' no one could fuck with them. Yup, you betcha, Sunnydale vamps.

How'd I know? Well, easy. I remember seein' a few of them before all the shit went down. Plus, they kinda asked if I was supposed to be dead, 'long with the others tha' stayed behind in Sunnydale. "Well, see, the thing with me? I'm no good at stayin' dead. It kinda doesn't mesh well with me. Wha' can I say? I'm a fan of the breathin'. Ya should'a looked into tha' f'y'self. Y'know?" And of course, it was on. Three of them attacking at once. Most of the humans leaving in a hurry. No doubt not wantin' t'be part of this fight. Not with a Slayer and a pack of vamps. Fine by me, left all the fun t'be had be yours truely.

[20 Apr 2005|06:00pm]

I decided to leave Darla to be Giles' problem now. I did not have to deal with her now, even if she was good. I sighed, making my way back up to my room Cordy and I had found me. I grabbed my coat off from my bed and headed back downstairs, a stake in my pocket. I needed to get out and think about some things. Everyone was just sort of staying here, all cooped up. I couldn't do that anymore. Everything that has happened, I haven't really stopped and had time to think it all over. It all just happened so fast.

I came back down into the lobby and nodded at Giles as I started out the doors of the hotel. Lets hope no one misses me.

I walked out and started walking down the sidewalk. Then it hit me. I hadn't been here in so long, I sort of had no clue where I was even going. I stopped and glanced around at my surroundings.

"Okay, hotel's there." I said to myself, poiting my finger in the direction of the hotel. Then, I looked foward and noticed coincidentally a cemetary not too far up ahead. I smiled to myself as I started walking towards it. A rot iron fence was around it, and gates led the way into it. I walked up and slid through the gates and looked around. The sun was just setting and hardly anyone was out now. As it got dark, I just sat there on a tombstone and thought.

((open to Spike *g*))
24 Dreams| Dream

[18 Apr 2005|07:52pm]

Giles watched the infamous blonde female vampire as the young witch went off to find Angel. Things were definitely going from slightly confused to full out chaos in a very short time.

"Tell me, are you always so irritable or does the fact that Buffy and the rest of us survived so long and you didn't set you off?" Giles asked. He was also irritable as well.

tag Angel, Darla

A night with a Summers' Girl [17 Apr 2005|07:18pm]

[ mood | confused ]

I was begining to be greatful for the large size of the Hyperion. There were many places where I could pretty much get out of everyones way, however I was growing quite bored with myself.

The last time I had seen Buffy, I think I had lost my mind and went a bit nutty. I do believe I bloody well confused the girl.

With thoughts buzzing through my head, I stopped at the sight of Dawn, "Well, Lil' Bit didnt' expect to find you wandering around here at night. What has you all up and about at this hour?"

19 Dreams| Dream

On the move... [06 Apr 2005|12:32pm]

I had been wandering the streets of LA for days; living of my talents, the kindness of strangers, the occasional visit to the butchers, and well, rats. So delightful. I was still incredibly disoriented, and I still didn't have the foggiest idea why I was back.

Finally I found it. A place where I hoped I could get answers. The Hyperion. Hopefully Angel, or at least one of his little sidekicks could fill me in on the whole thing. Of course if they'd had a clue, they'd probably have already come out and played hero. Angel could never resist rescuing a girl in distress.

I walked through the darkness and threw the lobby doors open. "Could I get some help here please?"

As I walked in further I felt like I was going to collapse. I'd been living off...god, it was enough to make me sick.

"Soon, would be nice..."

(Open to those Angel Investigations people...in order to keep Darla mildly sane)
9 Dreams| Dream

[02 Apr 2005|02:07pm]

I was so nervous on the way back to LA, I had to pull over so Nia could take over driving. She told me i'd end up getting myself killed with all the careening across the highway I was doing. I guess I couldn't blame her. Well, she was already dead, but I didn't particularily want my guts sprayed halfway across the interstate.

When the familiar sights of Los Angeles came into view, I steadied myself and wrung my hands together. I was starting to get doubts about this, and I didn't know why I let Nia talk me into this. But nevertheless, I gave her directions through the city, until the towering white walls of the Hyperion came into view.

Now to be perfectly honest, I had no idea where Angel was. But I was going to assume hope he was going to be at the hotel. He certainly wouldn't be back at the firm, so I guess the Hyperion was a good place to start looking for him. And knowing him, he'd probably be there.

As Nia pulled the car over and we parked outside of the hotel, I looked over at her apprehensively. "I don't know if I can do this, Kitten," I told her. "I can't just walk back in there after I told everyone I'd never see them again."

We got out of the car and walked up to the doors of the hotel. Before going in, Nia grabbed my arm and looked me full in the face. "I know you can do this, Lorne," she told me. "You're doing the right thing." She got up in her tiptoes and kissed me. "That's for confidence," she said. "And i'll be right beside you through it all."

"Thanks," I told her, and took her hand, steeled myself, and pushed through the lobby doors.

((Open to Angel and everyone at the Hotel who wants to throw a welcome home party for the demon and his new girlfriend *snicker* ))
36 Dreams| Dream

[01 Apr 2005|10:08am]

[ mood | contemplative ]

After Cordy left me in my room, I just sat there and thought some. Mostly about my vision or prophecy I saw..oh man. So the First wasn't dead after all. Could it even be dead? I put my head into my hands, closing my eyes. Why me? Why. Why couldn't it be Faith? Well it was her too, but you know what I mean. I got up and walked over towards the window and looked out. Below were the bustling streets of L.A. I remember living here. It was nice for the time being. But now I have the First to worry about again, and keeping these girls safe, and being near my ex and the guy I had told I love you to. It was just so much. I needed like a week of mental days off. I went over and sat back down on the bed again, putting my head on the pillow and closing my eyes.

Man, I could use some more sleep, but ironically I can't sleep. I opened my eyes again, lifting myself off of the bed and walking towards the door. Wow, this place was huge. It would be easy for me to get lost. Okay, lets see. Just try to remember which way Cordelia brought me up from.

I came down a hallway and thank god, I saw the stairs. I walked down them and found myself in the lobby once again. I could hear voices from the other room, so I walked towards them, my hands in the pockets of my jacket. I was sort of cold, so I kept it on.

(( open to anyone in the lobby area...or where ever :D ))

10 Dreams| Dream

[28 Mar 2005|07:08am]

Giles settled into a room, not really caring what the room was like. As long as it had a half-way decent bed, he'd manage. He had been quiet during the chaos of their arrival, mostly to give Buffy space to deal with Angel and her conflicting emotions. Although that wasn't anything new, was it?

The Watcher sat down and pulled out his journal, one of the few things he had saved from Sunnydale.

We've arrived in Los Angeles and at the hotel Angel keeps as a huge office and living quarters. I must say that I'm not happy to be here but that could probably be said for every place on this planet, even England.

We now have all these Slayers and one Watcher. There are a handful of field researchers that weren't killed but they aren't field Watchers. I trained and guided Buffy for six, no seven years. Half my life dedicated to Watching. Now I've a large number of Slayers. Am I too tired for this?

I miss Jenny and the missed opportunities. I know that I still would have been Buffy's Watcher and continued this path but it would have been easier with someone beside me.

Giles closed his journal with a sigh. It was time to become the Watcher again. He placed the journal in his locking case and walked downstairs.

(Tag anyone in the lobby)
10 Dreams| Dream

[24 Mar 2005|09:27pm]
After leaving Buffy in her room, I walked back downstairs. So the commotion had calmed down and well, people were finding empty rooms to crash in and here I was, like a stranger in my own house. I walked over to my old desk and glanecd at it. Everything was still in its casual mess that I left it in. I smiled.

I sat down in my chair and picked up a pencil, playing with it idly. I really had nothing to do, which wasn't unusual for this office. Then it started. I got a dizzy feeling that crept from the back of my head to my eyeballs. Closing my eyes, I got up out of my chair, grabbing for the edge of my desk.

"Oh .. no." I managed to mutter before I was falling. Great. So I was back, I was Cordy again, and I was one with the painful visions? Can the Powers please explain to me how that one was fair??

The pain exploded into my skull and I had to close my eyes. I left go of the desk and fell, head in my hands, trying to make the pain stop.

[Open to anyone in the lobby who cares about Cordy. Hehe]
8 Dreams| Dream

[19 Mar 2005|02:38pm]

[ mood | scared ]

"WHAT did you say?" my business partner, Marty, nearly shrieked at me this morning in the club's office. I had come to tell him I was leaving.

"I said I am going to have to relinquish my part of the club," I told him. I was sitting in a chair, he was practically cowering over me. Marty was a Haebrokl demon; intimidating sort. Lots of teeth.

He shook his head at me and grumbled. "You're the irresponsible sort, Son," he told me. "You kids these days don't know how to make up your damned minds. And now I'm stuck running this place by myself again. Damnit, Lorne."

"I-I'm sorry, Marty," I said apologetically. "Something's come up, and I really need to go back to Los Angeles. I have some unfinished business I need to take care of." I looked up at him and gave him a meek smile. "Besides, I'm sure you won't have to look too hard to find a replacement."

"It's not that, Kid," He told me. "It's that I'm completely baffled by you. When you first came here, you were practically begging to let you in. And now that you're here, you're ditching out. I know I can replace you easily, but I was starting to take a liking to you. And this place was actually starting to take off, too. I mean, now that we managed to get a big-name act come in."

I gave him an innocent smile. "About her.." I started.

Marty gave me an arched brow and a quizzical look. "What about her?" he asked, carefully.

"Um," I said nervously. "She's coming with me."

Marty threw his hands in the air in a gesture of mixed frustration and exasperation. He buried his face in his hands. "You're taking my act, too? Why? Why does she need to go with you?" he asked. His eyes suddenly narrowed. "You're not sleeping with her, are you?"

I said nothing, but looked away.

"Damnit, Lorne!" he cried, his hands moving to rub at his temples. I could see the vein on his forehead pop out. And speaking of popping out, it was time I got the hell out of there. Marty looked like he was ready to hit something, and I didn't want that something to be me.

I stood up and got out of my chair. "Listen Marty," I told him. "I really am sorry. You need to understand my past goes way back, and it's not something I can escape. If I don't go back to Los Angeles to face it, it'll come here and bit me in the ass in the worst way possible. In the end, it probably wouldn't be a very good thing for you to have to deal with. It might end up getting your club destroyed."

He was giving me a confused look. "Just trust me on this one," I told him. "I need to do this. I have to go."

He continued to seethe, but I didn't care. I tossed him my set of keys, gave him a curt smile, and left.

Tomorrow, Nia and I would leave for Los Angeles. I grew ever increasingly more anxious, and somewhat reluctant, to see my friends again. I could only hope for the best.


When anger rises, think of the consequences. -Confucius [17 Mar 2005|11:24pm]

When anger rises, think of the consequences.

I read it somewhere when in prison. I know, me readin'? Talk 'bout a major shift in who I was. Truth be told, I ain't ever had anyone to beleive in me.

Yea, yea...same song and dance, but tha's partially why I didn't advance in anything educational. Wha' the fuck for? I mean, s'not like I really had a chance f'becomin' a doc or nothin'. Not with bein' called f'destiny of death.

And tha' quote totally sprung to mind at the way Cor jus' got under my skin. Actin' as if she knew who I was. Who B was. Who any of us were. Okay, so I said a few things, but really, she started it.

Didn't she?

Shrugging my shoulders to no one, I ran my hands along the front of my jacket. Searchin' f'my pack and lighter. I found my smokes, but the lighter. Where the fuck did I put my silver baby? Pulling out a stick, I let it slip between my lips and dangle dangerously. All the while mumblin'bout not finding my god forsaken lighter. It was a Zippo. Plain, smooth and silver. Totally gorgeous. "Jus' figures. With my luck, I dropped it down in tha' big fuckin' crater."

Tha' or maybe I dropped it in the bus?

Climbing up inside the bus, I could smell blood, dirt and fear. All three lingered in the air heavily. I hated it. Hated bein' able to smell such things. Sometimes bein' hot chicks with super powers sucked; royally.

"Yo', anyone left in here? 'Cos if so, last call f'snaggin' a room." How many rooms were there eactly? Were there enough f'us so we wouldn't have to bunk together? 'Cos seriously, I had my fill of bunkin' with someone. Did it f'wha'...three years? Cheah, no need to do it again.

(Tag anyone outside or lingering on the bus. Whee.)

[16 Mar 2005|06:02pm]

"Have you had any visions?" I had to ask for I sensed she may have had one and I thought this was a good way to broach the subject as I had been hoping to tell Willow about my vision, maybe she could put a new or different perspective on it. I had lead Willow to the other side of the room where the others could not easedrop on our talk.

(Open to Willow and Tara)
12 Dreams| Dream

arriving in LA [14 Mar 2005|07:49am]

We were on the bus, yet again. This time on our way to LA. I was just sitting in my seat, my head against the window, staring out as we drove by. We would be arriving soon, so it won't be that much longer. I guess I fell asleep for a bit, because when I woke up, we were just pulling into a parking lot. I tried to look around for a sign, anything, but I knew we were in LA, no doubt.

I stood up and stretched, before walking to the front of the bus. I turned around to see everyone else either waking up or getting out of their seat and getting ready to leave. I walked out of the bus and yawned. I was still tired. Faith looked just as tired too. I smiled as I waited for everyone else to get off the bus.

((open to Angel, or anyone at the Hyperion))
42 Dreams| Dream

[13 Mar 2005|10:03pm]

Well, my night had taken an interesting turn. I came to Lorne's club for a little dance, expecting to maybe have a drink with him, see how he was doing. I didn't expect however, to end up in his office, taking advantage of his rather.. inviting.. couch.

I must say, and all in an effort to shut me up. I had been asking too many questions about his past, and he didn't want to spill. So he used his imagination to stop me from talking, and I must say, his methods left me completely speechless.

When it was all said and done, i'd half expected him to kick me out and send me home for the night. But instead, he asked me to dinner sometime. I suppose he felt guilty for jumping into things with me. Hell, we'd only just met. But I was definately into him, I can tell you that much. So I willingly agreed.

"I think that'd be nice," I told him after he asked. "Let me at least give you my phone number, seeing as I haven't already."

I went to his desk to find a pen and a piece of paper. He wasn't paying much attention to what I was doing because he was getting himself dressed.

I opened up the top drawer of his desk looking for a pen. Instead what I found was a small, (slightly worn) business card.

It read:

Department Head, Entertainment Division
Wolfram & Hart, Los Angeles Branch
(310) 555-5648 ext. 673

Interesting. I looked up at him, and he was looking back at me, this total 'Oh crap, what did she find' look on his face.

"Wolfram & Hart?" I asked him. So this is what he's not telling me.
30 Dreams| Dream

Back at the Hyperion [13 Mar 2005|02:45pm]

Riley and I were headed back to the Hyperion after having an enjoyable breakfast at an all night diner he had found. I think I shocked him a bit with all I ordered and consumed. I was famished and the bacon, eggs, couple of slices of buttered toast, hash browns and pancakes all tasted delicious. Of course I was now quite full and a bit sleepy, of course who would'nt be after eating all I had. Don't think I have EVER eaten so much in one sitting.

"I'm going to run up to my room a moment, there is a phone call I need to make." I said to Riley as we entered the hotel. I left him in the hotel's lobby while I took the elevator up to my room.

(Open to anyone currently at the Hyperion or Buffy and her group just arriving at the Hyperion.)

[12 Mar 2005|11:34pm]

I almost decided not to come into the club tonight. I'd had a bad week with the stress of trying to keep things going around here, and my patience was (as per my normal these days) wearing a little thin. A full scale nightclub was by far much harder to maintain than Caritas, which was an extremely small scale bar compared to this place. I was lucky I at least had a little help. My business partner had a lot of experience with establishments of this magnitude, so at least I wasn't out there floundering by myself. I was thankful for that.

However, as the week had gone by, I found I was becoming more and more anxious for Friday; Nia would make her return to the club and I would see her again. It'd been almost a week since I met her, and already I had spent the days inbetween wondering if there would be the slight chance I would see her before she was due to come back. But as the days slipped by, I knew the chances of that were pretty slim. It was another reason why I didn't feel like showing up to work.

So when I arrived at the club, I arrived late, and saw things were already in motion. It was Wednesday night, and that meant we had a DJ come in to spin some tracks. That techno stuff I didn't much care for. But the vampire crowd seemed to dig it.

I took my usual booth up at the back and ordered my Seabreeze. I watched the people on the dancefloor gyrate, and flow with the music. Their arms waving, their bodies moving; I could remember a time when I would have been out there with them. I sighed and finished the last of my drink, and then out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of milky white skin and raven black hair.

I had been so caught up in brooding that I had failed to notice Nia had entered the club. She took to the dancefloor like a pro, and I watched as she tore it up, completely in her element. I smiled inspite of myself, as I watched her jump up and down, her Bettie Page hair tousled about.

The waitress had come along again to refill my drink, but I waved her away. Instead, I stood up after having watched Nia dance for awhile, and walked toward the dancefloor, hoping I could catch her inbetween songs.

((Open to the lovely Nia))
28 Dreams| Dream

the next morning.. [12 Mar 2005|10:45pm]

I awoke slowly, feeling a lot more refreshed that I was yesterday. I sat up in my bed and stretched before getting up and walking over to my window. I opened the curtians, soaking up the sun. I walked back to my bed and sat down. It was too early to call Angel again. I stood up and went towards the bathroom. I would get my shower before going downstairs to see if anyone else was up.

I got out of the shower and dried my hair. It was still a bit damp but I dried most of it and curled it. It turned out real cute. I got dressed and walked out of my room, closing the door behind me. I made my way downstairs and into the lobby. I didn't see anyone I knew, but maybe they would be down soon. I went over to the cafe, realizing I was hungry.
I got a bagel with cream cheese, a muffin, and my favorite drink in the world. Half orange, half grapefruit. I smiled as I took it all over to a corner table. I sat myself down with a paper and took a sip of my drink.

((open to anyone who wants to join Buffy or call her cellphone..?))

weird occurance.. [08 Mar 2005|08:36pm]

We had arrived here at the hotel and my head was full of the thoughts about the new hellmouth forming under LA. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Another one? Jeez, how many could there be all at once, and all operating. I sighed as I came into my room again. I could hear Tara in our shower. I went over and sat down on my bed. I tried to think of something to do. I really couldn't sleep, or I didn't think I could. Too much stuff to think about. I stood up after deciding to try some meditating. I went down and sat on the floor, my legs crossed. There weren't any candles around, butI think I'll still do fine without them. I slowly closed my eyes and started to breathe in and out deeply. Soon, I started to relax and the world just faded away. I could no longer hear Tara in the bathroom. All I could hear was the constant steady of my breathing.

I took in a deep breath when all of a sudden, images, pictures started to fill my head. I tried to make sense of it all. It was so confusing. Were they prophecies like what Buffy had seen? They were pictures or visons of what Sunnydale used to be and what it was now. Then, it flashed to LA I guess. Then, I saw the hellmouth opening under LA. I saw its teeth. I could feel it. Oh Goddess. I gasped for air as I came back into reality. I looked around frantically, my heart still pounding fast from my visions, or whatever they were.

I slowly got up and walked over to my bed. I could still hear Tara in the shower, and I sat down, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. I just sat there, trying to figure out what it all had meant. I needed to tell Buffy, or Giles or Tara, or anyone. I just needed them to know what I saw. It was so scary. I could feel the hellmouth, its teeth, its power. It was so strong. I could also sense dark, powerful magick swirling around it. I sighed, lying back on the bed.

"Oh man..this is bad."

6 Dreams| Dream

The sun rising into a new day [06 Mar 2005|09:52am]

We, Riley and I that is, drove around the city. The hour or so we cruised the city streets seemed to fly by as we talked, about just anything really, which made for quite a relaxed atmosphere in the Hummer. The rays of the sun were now just starting to break through the darken skies that the previous night had brought.

"You know what I would love to do." I said, looking over at Riley as he continued driving and watching the road ahead. I was starting to get hungry and had yet sampled a true American breakfast. It was near the top of my list of things to do while in the States. Maybe by the time we had eaten, that is if Riley was agreeable to stopping for breakfast, the Sunnydale group would be arriving at the Hyperion.

(Open to Riley)
3 Dreams| Dream

[04 Mar 2005|09:08pm]

I was incredibly nervous. I paced around the dressing room at the back of this club I was supposed to perform in, hoping to God my hair looked alright, having been styled without a reflection. It's a hard thing to do.

Tonight was my big break, and really I didn't want to blow it. I hadn't stepped foot on stage to sing since ... since before I was killed. And after that, the focus in my life had changed from the song I loved to the blood I craved. But this was the first step I had to take, the first step in a very long hard road of atonement. I believed within myself that even as a souless undead being, I didn't necessarily have to be evil if I chose not to be. But it was hard. I had inner demons most people can't even begin to imagine. This was my life now, it was a constant struggle to stay on the beaten path.

I really don't know what the turning point was. It's like one day I just woke up and decided I was done with it all. I was done with the killing, the maiming, and the pleasure I took from watching someone writhe in pain. I just suddenly felt bored of it. And I wanted to change.

These days I'd be sitting around, pining for the good old days when I sang and I danced, I drank and I was merry. The 30's were simpler times. I was glad I was alive to enjoy them without the veil of vampirism draped over me. And now I was glad I would be able to try to bring back the joy I once had in taking the stage.

A knock at the door of the dressing room told me I was set to go on stage. I wrung my hands together nervously, and smoothed out the front of my deep crimson strapless gown. I steadied myself, and walked out the door, preparing for my performance.

When I got backstage, I paced some more until the MC introduced me. If I could breathe, I would have taken the biggest, deepest breath and held it until I calmed. But there was nothing else I could do but just get out there and give it my all.

The crowd applauded me when I set foot on stage. My band was ready to go.

My first song was an old Anita O'Day tune. I sang it with gusto. It didn't take long for me to get back into the groove.

The crowd loved me. What a relief.

After the show, a waitress approached me.

"The boss wants to see you," she told me, an apologetic, yet scared look on her face.
24 Dreams| Dream

[04 Mar 2005|07:12pm]

I was in a foul mood this evening. I would actually go as far as saying foul was an understatement. I literally had that dark cloud looming over my head, following me as I rampaged my reign of terror through my club, hypothetically tearing off the heads of anyone who got in my way.

See, we were expecting a big ticket act, and nothing, I mean ZIP-OLA, was going right. My bartender was 45 minutes late, the guy who does the stage lighting fell and twisted his ankle, and some IDIOT put rum in my Seabreeze instead of vodka. All that coupled with the fact that I had been so caught up in getting ready for this evening that I couldn't even pick up my favorite red suit from the dry cleaners. Ugh.

So I was storming around the club, snapping at employees, occasionally throwing things, swearing loudly, and having a temper tantrum. (What the hell happened to me, anyways? I used to be as cool as a cucumber, although a much nicer shade of green. I guess my current disposition and what happened, y'know, with all the killing of lawyers, my friends dying, and the apocalypses and yadda yadda, had shortened my fuse considerably.) I think for once in my life I was casting an image of a scary demon, because my eyes were blazing even redder more often than not these days.

To save my sanity, I locked myself in the club's office until well after the place opened for the night. I nursed a bottle of gin, hoping it would help calm my nerves. Tonight needed to go off without a hitch, mainly because my club was still fairly new and needed some credibility. In 5 minutes, my act for the night would get on stage and do her thing, hopefully giving my customers what they came here for.

Hopefully. I'd been promised she was a decent performer, a hundred year old vampire from New York who used to be a jazz singer back in the 30's. That's all I knew about her; I let my business partner do all the bookings. I just basically fussed about everything else.

I took a hard swig from the gin bottle. I could hear the MC on the microphone through the crack in the office door.

"Ladies and gentlemen, demons, vampires, and everyone else; It's my honor to introduce tonight's performer, making her long-awaited comeback. Put your hands together for the lovely and talented Miss Nia."

I heard the crowd applaud wildly. I took another long drink of gin, when suddenly the most beautiful singing voice I have ever heard completely filled the space of the entire club, reverberating through my mind and sending a shiver down the very length of my spine.

Immediately I stood and ran down the back hall, up the stairs and out into the main floor of the club. My eyes wide, heart racing, I caught my breath as I caught a glimpse of that raven black hair and those blue soulful eyes. With that beautiful voice came an even more beautiful woman.

Completely mesmerized, I sat at my usual booth in the back of the club. For the first time in what seemed like forever, I allowed myself to smile.

exhausted... [04 Mar 2005|10:50pm]

After I got into my room, I threw my bags down on the floor and went over and plopped down onto my bed. I was so exhausted. I needed to sleep for days. I'm serious too. I layed in my bed, staring at my phone. I finally picked it up and dialed Angel's number. I was expecting him to answer, but that was totally not what happened. I was literally speechless at who I heard on the other line. How could it be?

((open mainly to Spike))
12 Dreams| Dream

[04 Mar 2005|04:49pm]


My hand rested on the steering of the vehicle. There was a steady hum from the vibration of its wheels against the road underneath. The interior smelled like new car. Only it wasn't a new car, it was a new mini-van. The light from the setting sun spread over the fields on my left and right. It gave them a golden hue.

The fields blurred together into a streak of color on either side of me. I shifted in my seat. I had been driving for hours and felt tired and also preternaturally awake. I pressed the record button on the recorder with a click and began speak.

"It doesn't matter."

I paused and looked from the speedometer up to the road again. It was a grey black strike racing towards me and then at the last instant passing underneath the wheels of the vehicle.

"It was about power."

I signed, and was finished talking grimly to the mechanical device. I turned it off and put it back in the glovebox. I was almost to my destination. Cleveland, Ohio. I reached over with my hand and turned on the radio and listened.

...And gimme some of your butter pecan
French Vanilla's a hell of a flavor for me
With strawberries, two cherries and whipped cream...

My hands tightened on the wheel. Apparently being resurrected back to the land of the living also meant having to listen to the music of the living as well.

Mood: Driving While Darkly Handsome

[01 Mar 2005|09:44pm]

Lifting up my bags I followed Riley up the stairs after he retrieved a key from behind the desk for one of the rooms. Fortunately it was a room on the first floor we came to. After he opened the door of the room for me I stepped inside, depositing my bags on the queen size bed the room had.

"So where to?" I asked stepping from the room, all I needed was safely within my jean pockets. Riley had after all mentioned "cruising the town".

(Open to Riley and any others within the Hyperion)
24 Dreams| Dream

[25 Feb 2005|06:29pm]

[ mood | tired ]

We were on our way to the hotel, and I was just sitting in my seat, almost dozing off. I kept my eyes open though, although it was pretty hard. I couldn't wait to get to my room and just sleep. I was exhausted, and I bet everyone else was too.

We stopped at a store where we all got some clothes and some necessary items for our daily use, even though the hotel would probably provide most of it.

We arrived at the hotel and I stood up from my seat with my bags in each hand. I started walking towards the exit of the bus as everyone else was doing the same. I would call Angel after we all got situated into our rooms.

I stepped out and smiled. "Wow, this looks nice." I said to whomever was listening.

(open to anyone at the hotel))

1 Dream| Dream

[24 Feb 2005|09:28pm]

The airport was pretty much deserted, except for the flight crew and passengers that were on-board. I found my way to the baggage claim area, waiting a few moments watching the conveyor move slowly in a circle before the first pieces of luggage appeared on it. Finally spotting mine, reaching for the handle of one bag as it moved along on the conveyor nearer to me, snatching the handle I pulled it off then reached for my second bag, pulling it easily off the circular moving conveyor. Having collected my bags I followed the small group that had begun moving down the long corridor leading to the streets of LA.

It was easy to get a cab, even at this hour of the morning when darkness still filled the sky, daylight still being a few hours off. After the driver placed my baggage into the trunk of the cab I settled into the back seat. Willow had not given me directions to the hotel or the address so all I had was the name of the place. After telling the driver the hotel which I wished to be taken to, he seemed to know the one I mentioned, the cab pulled from the curb moving easily along the streets.

The driver finally eased the cab up to the curb outside a building which I was assuming was the Hyperion. After my things had been taken from the trunk of the cab I paid the man his fare, which he took eagerly before returning to the vehicle and taking off down the street.

Turning slowly to face the building I saw the sign which let me know I was indeed at the right hotel. Gripping the handles of my bags, one now held in each hand, I lifted them as I took that first step toward the doors of the hotel wondering if this Angel Willow mentioned was there or if I would just simply get a room for myself and wait for Willow, Rupert and the others to arrive.

(Open to any at the Hyperion. This is a couple hours after Willow and Spike's phone conversation)
12 Dreams| Dream

[24 Feb 2005|06:32am]

Angel walked off, Cordy and Gunn dissapeared and Spike was on the phone. Blond wonder? Yea right.

"I'm just gonna go now.", I said, to no one in particular. I walked out of the building and closed my eyes as the breeze touched me. Married with a kid on the way I still felt angered being in the same room as Angel and Spike. Those were the two men, excuse me things, that deserved her heart and soul?

I shook my head as I pulled out a piece of gum. Popping it into my mouth I got into my rental. Since Buffy wasn't going to be in L.A. for a little while longer I decided to relax some.

I easily found a bar. I walked in, sat down, and ordered a beer. Tough things were ahead so a drink or two would be good.

[24 Feb 2005|07:22am]

Giles returned to Buffy a short time later. "I've made arrangements. Having Willow hack into the Council bank accounts after everyone was killed is quite helpful. Lord, I'm tired. We've a floor of rooms at a nearby hotel and they're expecting the lot of us for dinner. Tomorrow we'll head for Los Angeles, stopping along the way and picking up a few odds and ends for everyone, like a change of clothes. Sound like the beginning of a plan?"

The Watcher wasn't sure what Buffy wanted once they reached LA. Did Angel still have that old hotel and did Buffy want everyone staying there? Did Angel want them staying there? What had been happening with the vampire? That was something Giles hadn't kept up on. Angel wasn't something Giles was particularly interested in unless it was absolutely necessary. Even now his hand ached when the weather turned, reminders of past broken bones and torture and death.

He'd wait until Buffy had contacted Angel. Giles could arrange a hotel temporarily until they knew how long they might be in LA. If longer than a month, he'd arrange some apartments or something.
5 Dreams| Dream

[21 Feb 2005|05:17pm]

So there I was, sitting in the back of the bar last night, when this girl gets on stage to belt out some bloody terrible Shania Twain. Now, while that was horrifying in it's own right, what startled me the most was what I read off her.

I had been minding my own business for the past god-knows how long, finally trying to get my life back on track after I bolted from Los Angeles. And I know I hadn't really run that far, seeing as Hollywood was pretty close to LA.. but having been in the Entertainment Division at Wolfram and Hart, I managed to keep a few of my connections. Come to think of it, maybe I should have gone to France.

Anyhow, I digress. I tend to ignore a lot of singing these days, mainly for the fact that I don't really care to read people anymore. So when someone sings, I find I can flick a switch in my brain that turns off the flashing lights and pictures that float around inside my head to the beat of someone mangling a tune.

But this one couldn't be ignored. Because when that girl sang (if you want to call it singing), what I got came hurtling towards me like a meteor headed straight for earth.

She had recently been in LA, and unfortunately for her, had a run-in with some vampires. A man had saved her in passing, and the image of his likeness began to slowly materialize in my mind. It was Angel. He was alive.

But how? How did he survive? How is he still alive?

Suddenly, all I wanted to do was pack my bags and head back to LA on a whim. But something stopped me. A vision of my last ever conversation with Angel. I told him not to come and find me. I told him I wanted out. So why was I even considering going back there?

I can't allow myself to entertain the idea. I can't go back there. Not ever. Not after what I had said, not after what I had done.

I sighed and took a long, heavy slug of my drink. I suddenly had a lot to think about.

[21 Feb 2005|01:20pm]

Once I had a seat booked on the next available flight leaving the city for LA and both my bags packed I went downstairs to where I knew I would find Mystique.

After a few moments of Mystique trying her best to to convince me to delay my trip, she gave up when she saw I was determined to go, she insisted on driving me to the airport.

After a quick goodbye, which included hugging, I watched as Mystique drove off. I had this feeling that she would contact the coven and Agatha concerning my traveling to LA once she returned to her shop.

Picking up my bags I entered the airport, my first destination being the ticket counter where I would pickup my ticket. After that I had just enough time to check my luggage and get to the terminal where I would board the flight to LA. I arrived there just as they were letting people board.

Once on the plane I found my seat, slipping tiredly into it, I drew the belt across my lap fastening it securely in place before I leaned back, letting my eyes drift close. I think I fell asleep just as the plane took off and did not wake until I heard the announcement for everyone to fasten their safety belts as the plane would begin its final descent.

[20 Feb 2005|10:30pm]

I walked back from being on the phone with Maida. I went over to where everyone was and told Buffy the situation with Maida, then I went to call Angel to inform him about her coming.

I went back into my room, but I hadn't noticed that Tara was asleep, so I walked back out, quietly closing the door behind me as I did.

I went over and sat down in a chair down the hall where there was less noise.

I dialed Angel's number. It was stored in my cell phone already from before.

It rang a few times before someone picked up.

((open to Angel or anyone at the hotel))
11 Dreams| Dream

A disturbing moment [20 Feb 2005|02:23pm]

The candles had been lit, blue and white ones this time, then I cast the circle around me. I had made sure I was within its borders before it had been completed so I would not need to go through the steps of having to enter it, I could just now merely sit down in its center. My legs were crossed over each other, my hands resting now, palm sides up, lightly on my knees. I let my eyes slowly drift closed while I took breaths in through my nose, exhaling through my mouth, letting my whole being begin to gradually relax.

Different scenes and images began floating through my mind's eyes, the one I decided to focus on was one where I was walking through field of wildflowers dressed in a long flowy dress. The sun shone brightly as I walked along, a wolf walking along side me, one who appeared sometimes during these meditations as a sort of guide.

I saw in the distance a woman, dark haired and dressed in all white, standing near a brook. She turned in my direction as I walked in her direction, giving me a warm smile.

"Death is coming." She said, her shape slowly fading then into the air.

That statement made me stop where I was. Everything then seemed to change. Clouds formed in the sky, casting a darkness over everything, which sent a shiver through me. Where the woman dressed in white had been was now a black smoky unrecognizable form, then a face flashed before me, that of a red headed young woman, her features blurred.

My eyes snapped open, the vision having startled me out of the trance like state I had been in. I suddenly realized I was gasping for air, my body shaking, this had been the first time anything of that sort had happened during meditation and well it terrified me, not just the vision, but the feeling I now had of impending doom.

I slowly rose to my feet, a bit unsteadily. Once the circle had been un-cast I stepped toward my bed. Taking a couple deep breathes as I lifted the receiver from the cradle, dialing the number then.

"Please answer, Willow." I whispered under my breath, there was only one red headed young woman I knew, though we had never met, Giles had spoken of her numerous times when he came to the coven in England and I had spoken with her on the phone from time to time as the forces of good and evil were gathering in Sunnydale for the final fight.

(Open to Willow)
15 Dreams| Dream

[20 Feb 2005|10:12am]

I got off the phone with Angel and walked down the hall to where everyone was. They all needed to know what was going on, so I was going to fill them in.

When I walked in, I saw everyone sort of gather around.

"Okay..hey guys. Here's the situation right now." I paused before going on. They would not want to hear this next part at all.

"There seems to be another hellmouth forming under LA.." I stopped to look around at them for their reactions.

"Yeah, I know, thats just what you wanted to hear right? Well, looks like we'll be heading there instead of Cleveland, for now that is."

"So, if everyone's almsot done, we should head out and stay in a hotel for the night, then head to LA. Sound good?" I asked them.

((open to everyone and anyone who heard Buffy's speech))
8 Dreams| Dream

[20 Feb 2005|12:27pm]

You wanna see something funny? Put Spike, Angel, and the blonde guy in a room together. I stiffled my laugh. Seeing Angel be pissed at Spike then turn on Riley to speak to Spike is classic comedy. It's like the three stooges but instead it's Buffy's three boyfriends.

I leaned over and whispered into Cordy's ear."If only I had a recorder."

3 Dreams| Dream

[17 Feb 2005|07:49pm]

'Agent Finn.',agent Liotti said.'Glad you took the time to call me and annouce that you're not in China.'

"I'm sorry Sir but I had to come to California."

'Cali-", he stopped.'The girl.'

"That woman is a slayer and she survived what hit Sunnydale.", I replied."Her and the young girls in her custody."

'What do you want?'

"To go to Cleveland, buy them a mansion, and help them set up their operations there."

'You can't do that Finn.'

"Why not...if you don't mind me asking."

'There's a new, and even more powerful hellmouth forming under L.A.', he stated.

"Are you serious?"

'As a heartache.'

"So you want me to carry on my plan here?"

'If you're up to it. You do have a pregnant wife and we have plenty of young, ready soldiers to assist the slayer in any way.'

"I need to be here."

'Because of Buffy?'

It was true my feelings for her is what made me want to stay. I wanted to see if she had changed over the year we had been apart. I wanted to see that she was alright.

"Sir, I'm trying to keep this as professional as possible."

'Whatever you say Finn. You'll have your building in the next few days. Until then stay in a hotel, report to me nightly. Is that clear?'

"Yes sir, thank you sir."

'Oh and Riley...don't destroy your life over her.', with that he hung up.

Answers and Questions - tag Buffy [13 Feb 2005|04:33pm]

Giles made a series of phone calls, some long distance, some local, many in various languages.

He returned to where Buffy was waiting with a frown, pondering what little he had managed to learn. Giles pulled his glasses off and began cleaning them. "Not sure if we should head to Cleveland at this point, Buffy."

7 Dreams| Dream

Well, kiss my ass, I finally found you [12 Feb 2005|07:45pm]

[ mood | cynical ]

After hitting up a number of dives, I managed to get some information about the hated vampire with a soul. I couldn't help but be amused. I mean really, here I am all souled up and ready to go. Then again I really am wondering why Angel is all broody about this soul thing. Then again Angelus, never wanted to change, and I guess that wigs out Angel now. Who really knows? I got what I wanted, well almost. It would be nice to see Buffy again and know if she was truly all right.

First things first, let the world know I am back! No reason to be shy about it just go on in and smile.

(open to Angel)

27 Dreams| Dream

[07 Feb 2005|10:11pm]

Vodka. The Russians could never have been more brilliant.

I marvelled over this concept as I stirred the icecubes floating on the surface of my rich red signature drink. I sat with my head rested on hand; my mind fogged by the sauce and the broken disillusionment of my psyche numbed with each and every sip.

Through red eyes that seemingly began to glaze, I glanced around the nightclub where I had found solace, a nightclub in Hollywood where I had taken up co-ownership. No one seemed to bother me here, mainly for the fact that my being an empath demon was virtually unknown to anyone around me. I vowed to keep it that way.

All that these people knew, was that I had stepped in to take up half the share of this place; No one knew where I came from, know one knew who I was, and no one knew why I was here. Come to think of it, these days it seemed like I didn't even know the answers to those questions myself.

My life now was different. Whether or not I was happy about it, I still don't know. I felt a great change in myself since that one fateful day. I had killed a man, and that stirred something inside of me that was so frightening, and so new. My demeanor had changed as well. I rarely smiled, I wore mostly black, and I never sang. I began to brood in the way I only used to grate Angel for.


I often thought about him; wondered if he or any of my friends were still alive. I don't even know what happened after I left, and perhaps it's better if I didn't know. I tried to force the memories from my mind, because I swore I would never look back. And when those visions seeped back into my brain, the thoughts and the memories of my friends, there was nothing I could do to ease the anguish of forgotten times but drown my sorrows in a drink.

So here I was, sitting in this leather upholstered nightclub booth, thinking about it all again. I took another long sip from my drink, and ran my fingers through my hair. I had already come to realize that the road that lay ahead of me was barren. But it was the path that I myself had chosen. Like the true coward I am, I ran when the going got tough. And so now for that choice, I must face the aftermath.

So where do I go from here? I suppose it doesn't really matter, just as long as it's not square one. I vow to turn my back on my past, and when I walk that long desolate road alone, I swear I will never look back.

la petite..... [07 Feb 2005|12:05pm]

Traveling down an open road I stared at what was our little home. I could smell the slayer, she wreaked all over it. This was her fault that pretty is down, sunk into the ground. I hissed as I stared closely into the crater, it was nothing but a hole in the ground now. It was a actually a shame now, such a pretty place all gone. I walked away slowly as I pouted into the moon. The stars were shinnying bright tonight, I wondered if It was because of me. They always shined brighter when I was sad.

I looked up at the sky trying to find something utterly delicious that I could eat up. I clapped my hands together before dancing, they liked that very much and I anticipated a treat. I hummed just loud enough in whisper to keep them entertained, I hadn't played with the stars in a while so they were bound to ignore me aswell.


My head quickly jerked as the stars started to disappear. I could smell the radiants of what was once Angel. I could also smell the soul that I so desperately spit on. Grandmum?, She was there standing alone in the streets of L.A. I pondered what was to happen to her then questioned the fact of all reality. They bend like a twig in the woods and yet my grandmum has survived twice.

I laughed like there was no tomorrow, grandmum back that could mean only one thing. It's time for good quality family time. I danced as I walked away, I would be there soon and Daddy won't know what hit him.

Finn Is Back On The Scene [05 Feb 2005|09:01pm]

"Thank god.", I said as I hung up the phone.
"I'm guessing she's ok.", Sam replied. I nodded and smiled."And I'm guessing you want to go see her.", I gave her a weak nod."Then go.", my beautiful Samantha; always understanding. I stood and kissed her forehead.

She watched as I finished packing. I walked around the room putting certain items into my pockets. I was in civilian clothes but everything else was in my bag."I love you.", I said kissing her forehead then her. I crouched down and caressed her stomach."You too.", I added before standing."I'll call when I get settled.", she nodded. We made our way to the door."Goodbye."
"Stay safe Riley.", she said."Come back to me."
"It's a promise.", I replied before leaving.

As I drove off I glanced in my rearview mirror at our apartment building. I had no trouble when I got to the airport and easily got onto a plane. I slept for the whole ride. I knew I'd need my sleep.

When I arrived in L.A. I pulled out my cell phone calling Buffy's. I'm secret ops, of course I had her number.

~Open to Buffy~
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Where do I go from here? [05 Feb 2005|06:51pm]

[ mood | crushed ]

Of course those great and wonderful Powers that be or whatever the fuck they are drop my ass off in the middle of some darkened alley. Needless to say I was relieved it was night, at least they had some sense to not drop me off in the middle of the day. That sure would have been great, what good woud I be as a hero or champion, if I was a pile of ash.

Where was Buffy? Was she ok? My heart cringed as I thought that perhaps Angel would lead me to her. Images of watching her cry on Angel's shoulder flashed through my head. Would she run to him for comfort, seeking love? Did everyone survive the battle?

Buffy had seen so much death, even her own. No one person should ever have to suffer how she has. Part of me felt like I shouldn't find her and let her carry on with her life without me. I had caused her so much pain and hurt her deeply. Perhaps it would be best if I was not part of her life. I couldn't help but wonder if the voices that sent me here were right, that I should be a champion without Buffy. I should stand up as a hero and not lean on another.

I need to focus and find Angel. Where the hell would a vampire with a soul be in sin city?


[04 Feb 2005|07:42am]

[ mood | sore ]

I walked away from using the phone and went into the room with the nurse was waiting for me. I closed the door behind me, and she asked to see my cut in my stomach. I lifted up the bottom of my shirt to show her it. It was already half healed from my slayer strenth, but it still needed some attention.

I sat down on the chair, as she wrapped gauze around my stomach. It was just deep enough so that it didn't need stitches anymore. Just to be wrapped.

When she was done, she left me alone I sat there for a while, just thinking about everything. Sunnydale, Cleveland, my vision I had. If that was a vision. My head still felt like it was going to explode. And now I couldn't talk to Angel. Damnit. I needed to talk to him. I wanted to. I missed him, but yet I also miss Spike. I'm so confused.

I shook my head, as I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I opened it and lookedat the screen. Still no Angel. Hopefully that Gunn will give him my message. It was important. But Angel already knew...I knew that. But I still needed to talk to him about what we were doing next.

I got up and walked out of my room. Andrew was sitting in a waiting room chair, and most of the girls were already done being checked out. All that was left was Rhona, Vi and Dawn. Dawn looked pretty good. She wasn't that bad, thank god.

I went over to where Giles was standing in the waiting room.

"Hey..we should be almost ready to go soon." I said to him. Xander was there too. Willow was with Tara in one room, I could see them through their room window.

I plopped down on a chair next to Xander. Then Giles sat down.

((open to Giles and Xander or anyone else..maybe Angel calling Buffy back?? ;) ))

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