Okay, so this is the second part of a series. The first part being, When the Blood Screams, which was initially intended to be a stand alone. But with a little, lets say, pressure, from friends, I've developed it into a series. Which I am kind of hooked on now. So, I figured I should give this series a name, since it doesn't have one. This is Who I am, Befor...
Author's note: This story is based in a slightly altered future a few years after Buffy the Vampire Slayer ends so all the characters, and those who would be playing them, are over 18. It's also from Faith's POV. ** One of the, many, things I like about dusting vamps is, if you're doing it right, there's no mess. Also no body, and B tends to be a nag if s...
Dawn came down the stairs to see two surly vampires staring at one another in their usual state of disgust and dislike. It wasn’t at all how she envisioned her morning. Actually, she’d expected to wake up in Spike’s arms and was disgruntled that she’d woken up alone. She’d planned on snuggling up to him and engaging in more of their playful pillow talk. “Daw...
Willow cradled the phone between her neck and shoulder as she awkwardly lifted a cup of steaming hot tea to her mouth. A maid had brought it to her room at her request. She was listening to Tara as she made some notes on what the other witch was saying. “Thanks so much, Tara. I had no idea you knew so much about banishing ghosts. When you get back we’re gonn...
“What are you thinking about, luv?” Spike pulled Willow onto his lap, brushing stray pieces of hair from her face. “Nothing.” “Don’t try to fob me off with a ‘nothing’, pet. I know how you think, know when you’re upset. Now tell me what’s goin’ on in that head of yours.” She sighed. “Spike.” “Yes. . .?’ “No, I’m thinking about Spike.” Spike smirked. “...
Previously on Changing Channels... Peter noticed a small black and white t.v. on the dresser and ran over to it. He turned it on and was about to touch the screen when he remembered that he was still completely naked. He went to Bob's closet, grabbed a suit off of a hanger. He started to take it off the hanger when Bob threw himself against the bedroom door...
Here is part IV of Buffy: Unexpected. More dialogue then steam, and less steam than dysfunctional sex, I don't expect this to be the most popular of the chapters J However, I have a story to tell, such as it is, so I hope you enjoy it. Thank you, again, to everyone that responded to the first 3 parts. Positive or negative, its nice to know you guys are taki...
Willow looked from Spike to Xander. “Absolutely not. Don’t even think about it.” “Willow,” Xander cajoled. “it is just for one night. One measly night. Look, he can stay tied up. You can even gag him.” Spike glared at Xander and muttered an expletive under his breath. Xander shot him a warning look. “Anya and I want to have a romantic evening together. Look...
Angel shadowed her movements, silent in the stillness of the night. He watched her fluidity of motion, admired the innate grace of her stride. She was fierce, powerful. Like a mythical Amazon come to life. Two vampires approached her from behind. He tensed, ready to run in to help and reveal his presence. But he was too slow. She slammed her stake through on...
I love Xander, but sometimes he's not very smart. He had spent months worrying about Y2K, insisting that on January 1, 2000, there was a very good chance that computers -- which ran everything -- would get confused and misinterpret the year as 1900, leading to a number of potential catastrophes. Elevators would get stuck. Airplanes would just stop flying. A...