[We Can] Be Heroes
Never Fade Away
dead_sexy_spike
be_heroes
dead_sexy_spike
Caught up with Gunn, had a chat. Thought I could get someone to listen to the offer I had from Britney.

Turns out it doesn't much matter, not now.

Angel's either dust or Angelus. So I suppose that leaves me in charge, a job I'm not overly thrilled with.

Overseeing a bunch of humans who pretty much hate my guts, not fun.

I sent Gunn to find out what he could about everyone and I'm on my way to see if Buffy is alive.

I'm not looking forward to this. She's the only one I know of that could have changed him to Angelus.

I head up to the room she shares with Faith and knock. "Hello?" I knock again then push open the door, "Anyone here?"

If he touched Buffy, father or not ... I'll dust him.

I enter the apartment and look around trying hard not to think about Buffy lying dead and all the horrible things Angelus would have done to her first.

How can I kill him? If he gets his soul back it would be like ...

I don't want to think about that. I don't want to think about going to Africa and getting my soul.

I am nothing like him.

"Buffy!?" Not getting an answer I call out for Faith.

"Anyone!?"






[tag Cordy, the slut who gives new meaning to soul sucking]
19 heroes or are you a hero?
x_evilbritney_x
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x_evilbritney_x
After Alyx left, I just continued to sit there and I drank some wine that was around next to the couch. She had other business to tend to and it was the fucking Angelus thing. She's so happy that he's back and now I'm on the backburner, just like I was when she was involved with Kennedy. It sucked and I hated it. She left me here -- well, I did have the Hummer. That's a plus. And Lindsey was gone and pissed off, but I didn't care about that. Okay, so I fucking did, I can't help it, he's ... well, he's Lindsey and we're supposed to be doing this together and he's off doing whatever he wants. What about what I want? Doesn't that fucking matter? Hell yes it fucking does. Now I was all pissed off cause he was gone and she was gone. Getting up from the couch, I walked out, not even worried about the fucking dress. I could care less about that right now.

The Hummer was still where it was at and thank fucking whoever that she left me the keys. The way she walked out of there, you'd think she'd forget, but she didn't. Getting in, I turned the car on and drove back to the apartment. When I got inside, I noticed that it was empty and quiet. There were no video games going on in the background and there was no snoring that Lindsey usually did. It was just empty. Slamming the door shut, I stomped over to the bar, and I made myself a drink.

Should probably call the little fucker, but then I'd just have to hear his mouth, yelling and being a jerk and really, I didn't feel like hearing that right now. But, it would be a relief. I'd rather find him and talk to him instead of having Alyx go after him, which she was doing. She had someone searching for him and ... I couldn't have that. She said that she was going to fuck with him, but she could just kill him without a second thought and that was something that I sure as fuck didn't want. He was mine to play with, not hers and that's just how it was.

Picking up the phone, I dialed his cell and waited. One ring, two, three and ... voicemail. "Fucking asshole." Clicking the phone off, I poured myself another drink and waited for him to call back or for me to call him back again.

MOOD: worried worried

39 heroes or are you a hero?
be_heroes
true_angelus
I took the elevator down into the bottomless pit of Wolfram & Hart, the place where nice little celled cages rested for captives. Buffy wasn't so much a captive as a hostage, but it would work, she wouldn't be able to get out of it and Faith would have a hard ass time finding her. This place was riddled with catacombs and magickal barriers, you could hide anything or anyone down here and it would rot away because it was like Fort Fucking Knox. I let her body fall limply onto the rickety cot near the wall and stepped outside the cell, grinning evilly as the door closed with a clank. I realized it'd be hours before she even stirred so I decided to do a little searching around down here, see if I could find some elements of torture. Too bad Faith wasn't wicked, the things she could do to Buffy's body, nearly had to hold myself back as I thought about that.

"Ahhh what have we here." I grinned and pulled open a chest sitting near an ominous looking dental chair of sorts. The shine of the metal objects caught my eye and I couldn't help but feel evil creepy up around my flesh like a security blanket of a newborn. This is what I was talking about. Scalpels, syringes filled with liquids, pinwheels, knifes, sternum saws, rib spreaders, you name it and it was there. Anything that was sharp and shiny lived in this chest. I hoisted it up and brought it back out in front of Buffy's cage, realizing that chair may come in handy I went back for it. Took me a bit of time to manage getting that settled inside her little cage, didn't take long to prop her body up in it and lock it in place with the metal cuff restraints on the arms and legs. Hell there was even a neck cuff if I wanted it, but I preferred my victims to watch themselves bleed to death as I carved into them.

"I'm getting bored Buffy, wake up." I slapped her cheek harshly after a bit of time passed, sure she was down earlier but she was a Slayer. Tranquilizers wouldn't keep her down for long, it was like a lion. You had to work fast to restrain them so they wouldn't come up swinging and take an arm with them as they woke. "How about you wake up for Daddy and play a game?"

[open to Buffy]

MOOD: accomplished accomplished

13 heroes or are you a hero?
be_heroes
alyx_d
I pulled up into the garage, parking my car in my spot, the best spot in the whole garage of course. I gathered up some belongings and grabbed my briefcase along with a stack of papers sitting in the back cubby. I made my way toward the elevator trying my best to not let anyone in on the fact Angelus is back, I didn't want to cause any army to start forming to take him down. No way, I was going to ride this as long as it lasted, nobody was going to fuck this up. Nobody.

"Ma'am... you've had several phone calls from the Senior Partners and in an hour you have to meet with-" I interupted her with a raising of my hand, strolling past her into my office where I dropped everything in my arms onto my desk. I glanced at the desk and thought about the last time I was in here sitting at that desk, well not so much sitting as laying on it with a broken neck courtesy of Angel. I rolled my eyes and let a smirk spread across my face. "Angelus." This was going to be more fun than... well, more fun than anything I'd done in a really long time. I wandered into my little concealed bathroom and let my hair down before combing it out and piling it back on top of my head loosely. I wasn't really paying any attention to anything but the thoughts in my head about Angelus, not that there was anything more important than Angelus at the moment.

"Ma'am you have-" I held my hand up again and stopped her from talking, stopping at the edge of her desk and leaning my hands on it with a sugary sweet smile.

"Jessica cancel everything for the next week, I don't care who it is or what it is. Cancel it, got me?" The girl nodded nervously and picked up the phone to begin cancelling all my appointments. "Tell the Partners I'll get with them when I have more information on what's going on, if they have a problem with that I'll meet them upstairs in a bit. Capiche? Good, now... shut up and continue doing your job. Thanks." I strolled away and pressed the elevator button to head up to the penthouse where he was last spotted, couldn't hurt to see if he was still loitering around there right? The elevator doors slid open and it was relatively quiet, I turned the doorknob and it was unlocked so I strolled in and glanced around. I guess he wasn't here, I'd have to be resourceful and find out where he'd gone off too, which meant having security scan the monitors. As I turned I heard a noise in the other room, okay maybe he was here.

"Hello?" I called out from the living room.

[open to Faith]
12 heroes or are you a hero?
wickedslayer
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wickedslayer
Couldn't even stop long enough to wrap my mind around what the fuck was goin' on. One minute I was sittin' on the edge of B's bed talkin' about whether I was goin' back to Rome or not and the next minute I got my arms full of a hysterical Cordelia Chase. Sobbin' and freakin' out cause she let the big bad loose on L.A., let the big bad loose on us. Angel's not so nice other half, and I couldn't lie and say the thought didn't sorta rattle me in ways I wasn't used to bein' rattled. Hey, I was still smartin' from the last time I tried to take on Angelus. Who could forget that I almost died tryin' to save Angel. Well, it was probably easy for everyone else to forget. I couldn't though, not after the freaky little mind trip I went on with the pervert.

So yeah, I was sorta terrified but then there was that other part of me. The little part that was screamin' it's ugly head off about how fucking jealous I was. I knocked boots with Soul Boy not all that long ago. Apparently it takes a special kinda cheerleader to give him the big old soul sucking happy though. Didn't have what it took apparently to give him his big moment of happiness.

Started thinkin' about pigeons as I fell into step beside Buffy. Feedin' pigeons in the park. How I'd wait til that one crazy motherfucker of a pigeon would come along and start peckin' out eyes just to get to the bread crumbs I'd sprinkled over the pavement. Pigeons were like vampires, just rootin' around in the fuckin dirt 'til something tasty came amblin' along lookin' to become a snack. Most vamps? They went down pretty easy, not really that aggressive when they get put up against say...a superchick or something. Then you got the one crazy motherfucker, Angelus ready to stomp on all the other pigeons for his snack. Kinda fucked up when you thought about it that way.

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Wasn't stupid, I had to push it all aside. Cause right now, I had a mission. Didn't matter what the hell had been goin' on with me and B, or me and Soul Boy, or Angel and Cor or anyone and anyone. We had to save Angel and this time? This time I was a little less terrified cause I had B backin' me up. Or I was backin' her up. Either way we'd come out on top. We'd both taken Angelus down before seperately, but now that we were together? He didn't have one fuckin' prayer.

Two of us left Cor cryin' her pretty little eyes out in our apartment, before marchin' straight to the training room. Neither of us said anything, both of us way too wrapped up in our own thoughts. Idly I thought about tryin' to say something to put her mind at ease but there was just nothin'.

Cocking the tranq gun, I held it up before clenching it at my side and lookin' straight over at Buffy who was loadin' up her own weapon. "Ready?" I asked in a clipped voice.

Nothin' says comfort like kickin' some ass.
9 heroes or are you a hero?
be_heroes
divinecordelia
cont. from here


I watched as he slumped back on the bed, his words echoing off the back of my brain like a balloon filled with helium. It sounded way too high and distorted, the room was starting to spin and I realized I had to pull my shit together fast as his body lay still on the bed. I was just about to pick up my robe when I saw him sit up and reach for me, I flung backwards and grabbed my robe off the floor.

Aww, don't you want to give daddy a hug?

"Go to hell." I growled at him and quickly turned, running out of the room and down the hall. I knew he was way faster than me but I also knew I didn't hear him behind me, then again the only sound I could hear? My heart slamming in my chest. I had to get out, had to find help. Who could help that was here? I was half expecting Alyx or Britney to be standing in the elevator when it finally opened, but it was empty. I pushed the button over and over, watching the doors slide shut just in time to see him between the small crack in the door. I heard his fists slam against the metal doors and I threw myself back against the wall crying.

"At least you're safe in the elevator." I whispered through the tears, my finger moving to the lit button pushing it again and again even though I was on my way down. I had to get to Buffy, Faith someone... they were Slayers, surely they'd know what to do. Wesley, wait no he's blind. I let out a frustrated scream as the elevator creeped along. We all were in for a rude awakening, Angelus. He's back. I leaned against the wall and slowly sunk down it as everything hit me. I brought him back. Tears and sobs began, running together until I couldn't tell where one started and one ended.

The doors slid open and I looked around, I realized I didn't even know where they lived so I did what any normal person would do. I started banging on every single fucking door screaming their names, they'd answer. They had to.

[open to Faith and Buffy]
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be_heroes
divinecordelia
cont. from here

I felt the counter beneath me as he set me down, his hands wandering up and down my thighs before he stepped back and stood there looking at me. I reached my hands out slowly and slid the silk shirt from his body, watching it fall to the kitchen floor with a whisp. I smiled and gripped him by his belt buckle, tugging him back toward me and pressing my lips against his neck with a gentle kiss. I remembered how many times I wanted to do this, of course there were moments where we shared tender times. They were just so few and far between, but now? After the other time it was finally here.

"I love you Angel." I said so quiet I wasn't even sure I'd said it outloud, my mouth against his cold skin. It was funny how you could get use to the absence of heat, it never really occured to me until this moment. My warm breath against his skin, I moved from his neck to his lips, twirling my fingers into his hair and pulling him closer with my legs around his waist.

"Let's not think about anything right now, we're going to do this. We've got what we need." I smiled and kept my lips close to his. "Almost everything we need..." My mouth moved back to his and I kissed him with the passion I'd been harboring for years, this time we were going to go the whole nine yards. It was meant to be.

[open to Angel]
7 heroes or are you a hero?
x_evilbritney_x
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x_evilbritney_x
That fucking bastard. I swear to whatever the fuck that the next time I see his dumbass, I'm going to give it to him good. Too bad it won't be the way that I would usually give it to him. Oh, no. I'm going to beat the shit out of him. Trying to strangle me, apparently he forgot about the whole, um, me being a vampire. I don't die. I won't die. Unless Alyx wants me to. And when I get done talkin' to her, she'll be wanting to get her hands on Lindsey. I can't wait. Plus, I want to watch and see his face when he's in pain and I want him to know that I would be able to stop it, but he went to fucking far. I don't even fucking understand why he's all mad? Because of Alyx? Because he thinks that I can't do anything? What is he going to go in and do the job? I don't fucking think so. He wouldn't make it, that's why I'm there to protect his sorry ass.

Plopping back on the bed, I grab the phone and contemplate on calling Alyx. I'm not sure what she's going to say, but I think she'd take the time to tell me how stupid I was for even getting involved with him. And this is exactly why I didn't want to in the first place. It was going really well, then now? It's not. It's over with, it's done, just because he wanted to be a little fucking two year old.

"Oh, fuck it." Dialing her cell, I lay back on the bed, grab a smoke, light it and wait for her to pick up. I needed to tell her what happened and see if she has someone else I can go with tomorrow because I'm really thinking that Lindsey is so not going to be involved in that. He already said it was a set up. Like Alyx would do that to me. She wouldn't. Ever.

MOOD: grumpy grumpy

21 heroes or are you a hero?
gunn_
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gunn_
After I had a little vacation in the city, I brought my ass back to Evil Inc. I've been gettin' some memo's while I was away sent straight to the celly. Seems somethins' been up at Wolfram and Hart while I was away. This Alyx chick layin' Angel and basically everyone else out. Liked her already. I mean come on, not that it's anything against the great and powerful gel head, but someone needs to put him in his place and get everything and everyone back in action. This may be the way to do it. Also the news on the street was that Angel got the contracts in his posession. Now what mind boggles me is the fact that he has them, but does he know what to do with them? With Cordy by his side, I'm sure he'd be able to figure out, but I need to go up there and offer my legal piece of the pie. They don't put the information in me for nothin'.

Today I didn't even bother puttin' on the suit, I wanted to relax and not have to worry 'bout somethin' on me that was hella uncomfortable. Got the rag on the head, the pimped out baggy sweats and a hoodie. I'm arrivin' and ridin' in style and I'm comin' to lay down the law to these people that don't be understandin' it.

Grabbin' the briefcase off my desk, I head out and up to Angel's penthouse where I'm hearin' he's at anyway. Might as well get this talk over with right now and make sure he knows what the deal is. Wouldn't want somethin' to be gettin' all messed up over one little mistake and Angel was prone to be doin' the mistakin'.

Strolled myself out of the elevator and saw Spike standin' there. Noddin' my head at him, I started to knock, but he stopped me and I turned around, raisin' an eyebrow, wonderin' why the hell he just did that.

"Yo, man, what's goin' on?"

(Tag SPIKE!)
19 heroes or are you a hero?
lindsey_lives
be_heroes
lindsey_lives
I'd waited until Cordy was safely in the cab before I started back to our place. What I'd just done was given most of them a chance they hadn't even known was out there. All Angel's friends had to do was fill out the forms and they'd be able to get out of LA and away from Wolfram and Hart. Except... I knew they wouldn't. They would stay right there and die alongside of that gel-haird jackass all over again.

Sighing, I ran my hand through my hair, trying to clear my head. I was so confused. They knew he was an idiot. They knew he was doing this totally the wrong way. They knew he was probably going to get them all killed again. But, either they didn't care, or they had decided that going down with the ship was the best thing to do.

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35 heroes or are you a hero?
dead_sexy_spike
be_heroes
dead_sexy_spike
Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!

Where the bloody hell is everyone?!

The only one I've run into is the only one I don't want to bloody well see!

And Buffy? Not exactly helpful. Pretty much blew me off- and not in that good way, then left.

So I head back upstairs to see that airhead Harmony who hasn't been able to tell me anything all day, who now informs me that Angel is in his hen house penthouse with Cordelia.

Why the hell she didn't call me like I asked her is beyond me. Probably got busy doing her nails.

Women.

I go up to Angel's penthouse, knock then enter. "I have got to talk to you, now."
are you a hero?
fredburkle
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fredburkle
The woman or demon or supernatural whatever, who obviously had more from the 'whatever' column than anything, brought us back from Pylea. One minute I was standing there staring at Angel, not believing that he was actually there, and holding onto Wesley and the next, we were all back at Wolfram and Hart. Angel and the blond, Alyx I think her name was, went off on their own. I stood there quietly for a minute and then realized Wesley had no idea what was going on around us. I turned and stared at him for a few heartbeats. Those achingly beautiful blue eyes were clouded over, staring into nothingness.

It was going to take some getting used to, the fact that Wesley was blind. But I would be his eyes for as long as he needed me to be. He went blind trying to find me and bring me home. I owed him so much more than to just be his eyes and I would find every way possible to repay what he's done for me. I reached out and gently touched the side of his face, softly rubbing my thumb across his cheek, "We're home, well...not home home, but back at Wolfram and Hart, so we're at least in the correct dimension. The woman's voice you heard, besides mine and Illyria's was Alyx. She's in charge at Wolfram and Hart now. Remember? I told you I met her one night in my lab? Well that was her. She and Angel poof! showed up and then poof! here we are. And before you ask, Illyria is no where to be seen. I guess Alyx thought she could find her own way home. And I say good riddance, because the later I see her the better."

I looked at Wesley's face again, which had a smile on it and realized I'd just rambled...a lot. But he was used that by now, right? I took a breath and gently touched his arm, "Are you alright? Does...does it hurt at all?" My fingers lightly touched below his eyes and I frowned slightly. He went blind for me. "We need to get you to medical right now, so they can figure out a way to bring back your sight." I slid my arms around his chest and sighed when I felt his go around my body, "I can't believe you did that for me Wesley, you're...you're just amazing." I was glad we were home and I was glad to be back with Wesley. He might be blind, but it was a lot better than being stuck in Pylea with Illyria.

MOOD: worried worried

16 heroes or are you a hero?
__angel
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__angel
The smile never left my face as I walked down the hallway, files in my hand. Finally, I had something, something that could work, something that would bring the team back together. Now, I just had to put it all together, get everyone together, and mostly, talk to Cordy. Noticed Buffy standing by the elevator and since I was going there too, so I could go up to my office, I knew we would be talking and hopefully, I could talk to her about the whole group thing, maybe see if she was still on my side. Cause that's what I needed right now, to know that I wasn't the bad guy, because I'm not. I want this team back together and it will happen.

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I lead Buffy out of the office and she went her way and I went mine. Had to go up to the penthouse, all the files back in my hand and show Cordy this. With Wes blind, he wouldn't be able to look these over, not now anyway and after I looked these over with Cordy, we'd find a way to get Wes' vision back.

I walked off the elevator and into the penthouse. Dropping the files on the table, I looked around, wondering where she was. I heard her, so I knew she was here somewhere. Walking into the kitchen, I made myself a hot mug of blood, then walked back out to the living room, setting the files next to me.

Time to get down to business.

(tag Cordelia)

MOOD: busy busy

16 heroes or are you a hero?
be_heroes
alyx_d
I laid there on my desk for the longest while after Angel left before grabbing the sides of my head and snapping my neck viciously back in place. I pushed up on the palms of my hands and looked around my office, noticing he'd taken a few things. All of the contracts, good. That was part of the plan to begin with, get him to take the bogus contracts, get him distracted long enough to move in and complete the last parts of the plan. Taking Angel out of this office, get him off the face of the planet for all I care. Course there were plans... there always is when it comes to the Senior Partners. They always handed me a card to tuck up my sleeve, and I was a good tucker of cards. I played them so well, and perfectly. Like today, just now... all of it so he got his hands on those phony contracts. I smirked and pushed myself to my feet, pressing my hair from my face, I sat in my chair at my desk. I pulled out a compact and glanced at my blood smeared face with a sigh before calmly pressing the intercom button.

"Jessica, we're going to need maintenance in here, if you haven't already called." I smiled sweetly at the small black box on the edge of my desk as I pulled out a wetnap and wiped my chin. "And make sure that someone is keeping an eye on my project." I clicked the red button as she was about to say yes Ma'am, I knew she'd take care of it or be killed. Also knew she knew that. I stood up and moved to a panel along the wall, pressing it and walking through the door into a private area. Not like a private Senior Partner area, more like a big bathroom/walk-in closet, of course there really was a secret panel in here that lead me straight to the White Room. Oh yes, been up there so many times and the feeling never changes. It needs to be decorated or something.

I strolled out of the area dressed and looking fresh, as if nothing happened. Of course it did, and when the time came Angel was going to pay. Pay. Yes at my hands he will pay, he will pay for every mistake he's ever made in his entire existence. He'd be lucky if I didn't lock him in a cage in the middle of the Saharas, just waiting for Mr. Sunshine to come and kiss him good morning. That would be the day, and I hoped it would be a day that would come in the near future. I was sure the Senior Partners would let me go through with a plan like that, it was evil and wicked, deserving of a smirk from at least two of them. I pulled on my boots, zipping them up the side and stood up. I was going to go have a drink and head home, see what hell's broken loose on that front.

MOOD: complacent complacent

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lindsey_lives
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lindsey_lives
Woke up next to Britney. Carefully crawled out of the bed so I wouldn't disturb her and made my way to the bathroom. I was still feeling a little weak, but the only cure for that was rest and food, and I'd had enough rest for now. As the water ran over me, I sighed, trying to ignore the way my muscles were twitching. Maybe I shouldn't be up and about just yet, but I had the urge to go out for a bite to eat.

My stomach started in on its usual chorus of 'feed me, damn it'. Once that started, the only way to make it stop would be to gorge myself on wonderful foods of all flavors. At the moment I felt like I could eat a horse. Maybe two horses and a goat. I wasn't up to cooking, not right now, and it would wake my baby up. She probably could use the rest.

Got dressed as quickly as I could, putting my knives in my boots as usual, but didn't bother grabbing anything else. I wouldn't be able to put up a huge fight in this condition. If there was a problem, I'd deal with it. Whatever happened, happened. I'd made more enemies this time around. Seemed to be one of my new skills.

Scrawled a note for Britney saying I'd be back in a little while, and then headed outside. Picked a direction and started walking, knowing that the perfect place would just call out to me. Followed my nose to a whole street of resturants and bars. Wonderful. Grin on my face, I pushed the doors open on an 'all you can eat' place. Grabbed a tray and heaped it with food before sitting down at a booth in the far corner. Nothing could spoil this.

[open to Cordy]
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be_heroes
alyx_d
continued from here

I watched as Winifred Burkle led Wesley toward the cave she used to hide in, Illyria standing there watching them with a scowl that could melt the world. She was a brave little geek, I'd give her that, working against the God King in such a manner. She really could just rip them both limb from limb and lose their parts in dimensions, never to be found again. I stood there watching all of this, Angel beside me, then he jerked me by the arm telling me something about not being afraid of the blue smurf.

"I'm not afraid!" I hissed and pulled my arm from his grip. "I can manage to walk on my own thank you very much, you'll be wise to remember that too. Now, let's get these freaks and get the hell out of this place. Pylea is disgusting, not to mention really foul smelling." We caught up to the mouth of the cave, Illyria was just standing there looking inside. I stepped up beside her and cautiously looked at her, clearing my throat. Her large blue eyes fell to me and a smile crossed her face, she murmured something about the 'white haired witch' and I looked into the cave.

"We are going back to Los Angeles, back to Wolfram & Hart. There is no need for these humans to be stuck in this dimension, they offer you nothing but grief Illyria. Let me take them off of your hands, you've far more important work to do than to look after these two." I said quietly, casting my eyes at her then bowing my head. She merely nodded and then turned, disappearing into one of her many portals. Angel stepped to follow her and I grabbed his arm. "She probably isn't going where we want to go, let's just get these two and get out of here. I've better things to do with my time." I stepped into the cave a bit further, looking over Fred and Wesley, Wesley appearing to be stumbling.

"Fred, Wesley... as romantic as this little cave is, I'd prefer we head back to our own dimension." I said coldly, looking over this nasty earth shelled hide away. "So, let's get the fuck outta here." I turned on heel and waited patiently for them to emerge, Angel standing beside me grumbling about something.

"Do you always complain this much? I mean fuck, I heard you brooded, but this... this is just pathetic." I smirked and crossed my arms over my chest looking at him. Wesley and Fred emerged from the cave, Fred talking about how Wesley's vision was gone. Magic, humans that aren't prepared shouldn't mess with it. I rolled my eyes and my energy forced open a tear in this dimension, leading us back into the belly of Wolfram & Hart. Finally, home sweet home.

"Now if you don't mind, I've got things to do, helping Wesley restore his vision? Not my bag of worms." I stalked across the room and pushed my way through the double doors, I felt a hand lock around my arm and I whipped around with a glare. "Angel... I'd highly recommend you taking your hands off me right about now."

[open to Angel]

MOOD: aggravated aggravated

13 heroes or are you a hero?
x_evilbritney_x
be_heroes
x_evilbritney_x
Lindsey was still sleeping, that lazy bum. I smiled though as I walked back in the room from my shower. I got myself ready and left him a little note to call me when he woke up, then I headed out to Wolfram and Hart, hoping to catch Alyx and find out if she was back from Rome. Which actually, if she was fucking here, then that would mean she was back or whatever the fuck. But hey, whatever. I guess I just wanted to get out. Maybe we could 'do' lunch or something. Got into my car and pulled out and onto the street. I turned on my stereo and lit a cigarette, getting into my groove of being up in the morning.

Fucking traffic. No wonder I slept in until noon. Rollin' my eyes, I sped around some cars and I finally fucking saw the building. I was finally there. Pulling into the garage, I smiled and got out, mocking the guys in business suits as we rode up in the elevator together. Shrugging my shoulders at one of them, I turned away and watched as the numbers got higher and higher until it finally stopped and I got out, heading to Alyx's office.

"She's not in yet Britney," I heard her assistant say. Walking over to her, I frowned, then shrugged, "Tell her I came by, I need to talk to her." I said, then turned away. I heard her say okay and I got back on the elevator, riding it back down. It stopped and a maid stepped on, cursing about someone crashing a room and that she'll have to tell Mr. Angel about this. Oh please. Before the doors closed, I stepped off and headed down the hallway until I saw her little maid cart and the open door. Raising an eyebrow, I walked inside, lookin' around and then I saw that stupid vampire, laying there. Sleeping.

Aww, isn't that so sweet? I mean, I could just like, poke my eyes out. Kicking him in the side, I brought out another cigarette, and lit it. "Do you know how stupid and pathetic you seem right now?" I asked raising an eyebrow, then inhaling some of my smoke. Actually, he insulted me before, I could just dust him and no one would really ever know. Except for the maid. And she doesn't count.

MOOD: amused amused

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wickedslayer
It gnawed at me, even as I heard the click of the front door being closed behind me. I'd done it. Just walked out like I said I would. She couldn't give me a reason to stay then why the hell should I? Wouldn't that just be provin' to her what she's known all along? No matter how much she pushed everyone away, no matter how many times she acted like she was above it all? Everyone'd always come back for more abuse. She thought I wouldn't leave. Hell, I thought I wouldn't leave. There I was out in the hallway, bully for me right? Nothin's ever that easy. Learned that one a long time ago.

Walking down the hallway towards the elevator I frowned before pushing the button to go downstairs. Yeah, I think personally? I'm gonna be skippin' out on any more trips in the elevator for awhile. Not that my little ride from hell with Alyx wasn't fun, except for that it really wasn't. Sick of little blonde bitches who think they get it. That they might have some kinda clue who I was and what made me tick.

Truth was, I was startin' to get the feeling that nobody'd ever get it. Because they didn't want to. Because they didn't want me. Not that I was gonna be cryin' about that anytime soon. Pretty much the big theme of Faith's life. Every stories got the same damn ending, and every puzzle's got that one piece that just doesn't quite fit. You try to jam the puzzle piece in there but all you end up doin' is gettin' a bendy puzzle piece. Either that or you fuck your whole puzzle up. Yeah, I was that missing puzzle piece. The missing puzzle piece who was takin' sixteen flights of stairs just to get outside. Didn't think I could hate this building any more if I tried.

Maybe that's what it was. Where it all stemmed from? Maybe I'd spent too long listenin' to my shrink back in prison but it all went back to hate. Remembered that feeling so well. You just get this one little twinge and then it spreads like wildfire. Suddenly it's swallowing you alive and you can't even breathe because nothing makes sense. All you can feel is hate. That's what it was like for so long for me, got dangerous. Got crazy was probably more accurate. But then all that shit went down with Angel. He showed me that it didn't have to be like that anymore. So I went and did my time or whatever, and all that time spent in the Cali State Penn? Only had two connection to the world outside.

One was Angel. He always came and visited me every week like clockwork. Told me about what was happenin' in L.A., all the big monsters he was fightin'. Some nights I'd lie awake in my bunk and think about all those fights he'd tell me about. Imagine I was out there dustin' vamps and gettin' my slay on right next to him late at night after the lights had gone out.

Other one was B. Sure, Buffy never came to visit, not that I blamed her. But there was that connection- I could just feel whatever she was feelin'. The dreams never helped. At first everything was like it had been for so long. Then well, then she died. Still remembered that night, knew I'd never forget it. Like a little part of me got ripped right off and went away. For awhile there was just nothing and then one day it just happened. I could feel that scar on my abdomen flaming up while I laid on my prison bunk and I knew she was back. Didn't know how, didn't much care. It was just comforting, ya know, to have her there again. But when she came back something about her was different. She was filled with hate, pouring off of her like liquid death and it scared me. That's sayin' something comin' from the chick who used to gut people for fun.

Don't get me wrong, she got better. That dark weight liftin' little by little each day. But after they brought her back? She was never the same. It all went back to hate. My heart was swelling with it.

I was glad when my boots finally hit the sidewalk. I'd managed to escape without bumpin' into anyone who either wanted to throw down or get a little action. Know, that's seriously crazy comin' from me. Usually I'm all about gettin' down and dirty, but lately? Well, guessed I'd just been tired. Wicked lame, but I just kept slippin' through the cracks around here. Kinda makin' me wanna pack up and get the hell out of dodge. Who even said I had to do shit for the council or for Angel. 'Sides, everyone had Angel's back. Maybe I should be out on the open road, gettin' my slay on. Alone. Just like I'd always been. Because lately, I was thinkin' that was the only way I could be. I hated that feeling.

Didn't really have a plan, didn't have a destination in mind. Just kept walkin' til I didn't feel like walkin' anymore. Cause really? I didn't have anywhere else to go. Could crash on Wesley's couch again, but he'd pulled a shotgun out on me the other night so I'm thinkin' no. Could go to Angel but he was with Wes, and I really didn't wanna get bitch slapped by Cordelia again. I might end up killin' her and that would just be bad I'm thinkin'. Almost thought about goin' to find Lorne. Least he'd probably just give me a sea breeze and subject me to Frank Sinatra. Not so bad, pretty much how I spent most of my childhood with mom back in Boston.

Instead I ended up in the park, on a bench. Lit cigarette in one hand and a piece of bread in the other. Tearing apart small pieces of bread I threw them out into the grass and watched the pigeons fight over 'em. Most pigeons were pretty well behaved. Sure they'd push and shove and try to get to that one little piece of bread, mostly they didn't really hurt eachother. But then every once and awhile? You'd get one crazy fuck of a pigeon who'd just start pecking eyes out and shit to get to what it wanted. Those were the ones I waited for.
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dead_sexy_spike
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dead_sexy_spike
Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed.

Or get in it.

I look around the bar hoping to see her. Maybe she feels the need to beg me to come back. But more likely she's eating her way back into Faith's heart.

Don't bloody care.

Wanted to help Fred. That's all I wanted. Go for a ride along with Cordy, Angel and Buffy, find Fred then get the hell out of LA. Cept none of that 'as happened.

Hell, wasn't even included in Plan B- B for bollocks. The I'm going to ask Alyx for help plan. Sometimes I really worry about Angel. He's got loose marbles up there I think.

Why did Buffy come to me in the bar? Why did she even apologize? This time it wasn't even her fault. I'd been a right prick in the truck to her and she apologizes to me. Just like her though- apologize for something stupid and ignore the ripping out of my heart she did earlier this week.

No matter; I'm over her. No more Buffy for me.

I smile and take another bottle from the waitress. "Thanks luv." She smiles and walks away. She's got a cute little ass, I watch her as she struts around the bar.

Now where was I? Oh yeah, Buffy.

Thought maybe things were going to be ok. We ended up in bed together and everything was right. We knew the places to hit to get the other going and the places to avoid. Everything felt good. Everything fit.

I burst out laughing at that thought. Not quite what I meant, but it did make sense. We fit. Like she ... completed me or something.

Oiy I'm going to kill Dawn for making me watching that awful movie. Why did that line pop into my head now of all times?

Miss that lil chit sometimes, guess I'll never see her again. I pour myself another shot and down it.

Used to think maybe we could have a family- like me and Dru did. Suppose in a way I do, got me a girlfriend who fucks around don't I?

Some blonde comes over and asks me to buy her a drink, I look up and say sure ... she tells me a hundred bucks.

A hundred bucks? But apparently I get a lap dance for this hundred ... so I head in the backroom with her where she explains that I'm not allowed to touch her, then she leans in and tells me that's only for the first two minutes since the bodyguards will be watching thru a lil window. After that ... anything can happen.

And did it.

Told Buffy I still had it.

Went home with that blonde and two of her friends. Spent the night wearing them out.

Went home by way of LA's finest tunnels and passed out in a room I'd scoped out for myself at W&H with thoughts of Buffy on my mind.

Bitch.





[open for anyone who wants to find me]

MOOD: crappy crappy

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__angel
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__angel
Picking myself up from where she threw me, I wiped myself off, staring at her as she sat down at her desk. Okay, so maybe things didn't go so well, but I did get what I wanted. She knew where Fred and Illyria were, which was what I needed to know. But, she had another thing coming if she thought that I was going to go out there by myself. She was going to come with me. Walking over to her desk, I lean down, placing my hands on it. "Get off your ass, you're coming with me." Pushing myself off, I put my hands on my hips, looking down at her.

She glanced up at me, slowly lighting her a cigarette and leaning back in the chair, crossing her leg over the other looking at me amused. Was I being funny? I could never tell. My expression never changed as I did look at her.

"So, that means get up, get what you need and walk with me out to your guys." I couldn't trust her. You could just look at her and know that she couldn't be trusted and that's why I kick myself in the ass most of the time knowing what I did with her. I didn't have time to wait around, I needed to get this done now but she took her time, smoking her cigarette. Finally, I leaned forward, grabbing it out of her hand and stubbing it out.

"We're going. Now."

(open for Alyx)
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_wes_pryce_
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_wes_pryce_
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((Open for Fred and Illyria))

MOOD: determined determined

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x_evilbritney_x
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x_evilbritney_x
Sauntering out of the bowling alley, I gave the girl at the desk a grin before I stepped out of the glass double doors, heading to my car. Those bitches didn't know who the fuck they were messing with and Lindsey was game. They were checking him out all night, giggling and laughing and even had the fucking balls to come up to him. So, of course, I played along and it worked, I felt it. Lighting up a cigarette, I tapped my foot, waiting for my baby to come out with the girls. They really didn't know what they were getting themselves into. Exhaling a stream of smoke, I look to the doors and when I see four figures coming, I wonder who the fourth is, cause I know that's my baby in the middle of all those bitches. Turning around, I toss the cigarette and get in the car, turning it on and waiting. Read more...Collapse )

(open for: Lindsey of course.)

MOOD: bitchy bitchy

33 heroes or are you a hero?
__angel
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__angel
I had gotten a call on my cell and it was Spike, with Buffy wanting to help out with Fred. That would be good, we would need them. Cordy and I decided to go and meet them and I was a little upset already because Cordy kept on insisting we go to Alyx. That was the last woman I wanted to go to, but I knew that if I had to, I would. Anything to get Fred back.

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When we got back to Wolfram and Hart, Spike hurried and got out of the truck, walking inside. I watched as Buffy got out, looking after him, but I didn't say anything, just turned to Cordy, handing her my cell phone. "Get everyone together, I'm going to go and look for Alyx and talk to her. If you need anything, I have my beeper, okay?" I nodded a little at her, then turned, heading upstairs to Alyx's office. When I got there, I knocked on the door. Her assistant wasn't anywhere to be found, but I had a feeling she was in there. I could feel her.

"Come on ... open up," I muttered under my breath. "Bitch."

(Open for Alyx.)
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wickedslayer
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wickedslayer
"Have you really forgotten what it's like to feel evil? Awww... I'm sure the Mayor would be heartbroken. Next time I'm in Rome, I'll make sure to tell him you've gone 'Buffy'. You'll figure it out sooner or later Faith, the good guys... don't win here. Ever."

I stayed on the ground, listening to her voice as she walked calmly back towards the door. Bitch. I never laid down and took it. Just wasn't my style and here I was, layin' on the floor and tryin' hard to resist the urge to curl up and die. How come everytime I wondered outside of my room in this building my ass gettin' kicked was always featured?

My heart almost stopped when she explained what was happening. How everytime we had these fun little exchanges she was...what? I didn't know, but she was doing something to me! I was ready to spring up and pummel her into another pointless fight where I'd get my ass handed to me when she just had to mention him. Sucking in a breath, I found myself sitting up in time to watch her walk right out through the elevator doors. I watched her saunter down the hallway like she owned the place before disappearing around the corner.

I thought about going after her. Demanding to know what she meant by tellin' the Mayor anything. The Mayor was dead....my....whatever Buffy was to me killed him. I had spent so damn long dealing with that, just when I thought I'd finally shoved it all to the side Alyx had to enter the picture and make shit more complicated then it already was.

Was the Mayor really still alive somehow? If anyone could do it, it'd be Wolfram and Hart. Wouldn't put it past Alyx to just say it to try and fuck with me. But she was right....the last few times we'd had those little power exchanges all I did the next day was want to fight. And kill. But I always wanted to kill, it was something I was just used to havin' in the back of my mind. I just had to repress it. Wasn't so different from usual.

If he was still alive, what would he think of me now? Would he be disappointed in who I'd become? I mean, sorta workin' for the white hats so I was thinkin' yeah. But it didn't make it hurt any less. He was like a dad to me, evil or not. The only one who really cared about me at all when I was in Sunnydale the first time. I'd buried him so far inside myself I didn't think he'd ever come out again. Then he'd pop back up, just underneath the surface. Could still see his face, stupid grin as he told me he was takin' me to go play mini-golf. I worked so hard for his approval and now, well now he was dead and whatever he thought about me didn't matter.

She had to be wrong about the evil. I was never really evil, I was just mostly crazy. I didn't really feel like that person anymore, just felt....different afterwards. Like I couldn't even explain it, like she was breaking off a little piece of me. Mostly that I was tired afterwards, really fucking tired. But what if she was right? What if I was slippin' back into want take have, badass psychopath slayer. Straight up killer.

Pushing myself to my feet, I suddenly didn't feel like going to find Buffy at all. I was sick of bein' pushed around by little blondes. My first thought was to run to Angel and tell him what had happened. But he was busy, busy saving Fred with Wesley. I didn't wanna bug him while he was distracted playing hero. Getting off of the elevator, I headed down the hallway in the opposite direction towards the stairs. I wasn't really diggin' the idea of taking the elevator anywhere after that little experience.

Heading back to the apartment I shared with Buffy, I locked the front door behind me and then disappeared back into my bedroom. Like I never even left.
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_wes_pryce_
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alyx_d
I stepped off the jet and stretched my arms high above my head, looking around at the toxic sunset of Los Angeles. I didn't miss this shit. Rome was way too relaxing and I am half tempted to step back on my jet and head straight back to my villa, but I can't. Wolfram & Hart is keeping me lock, stock and barreled to this hell hole. At least until Angel is either taken care of, or falls in line like a good little duck should. I highly doubt he's going to do that, he's a god damned bastard. I sank into the front seat of my Porsche and drove straight to my coffin aka: Wolfram & Hart. I didn't even want to think about what Britney and Lindsey had been up to, didn't even leave them a note to let them know I'd left. Britney knew I wanted to venture to Rome, so she probably let Lindsey in on where I was. After I took care of Eve I thought I earned a little reward, a girl gets dull with all work and no play, right? Absofuckinglutely. I rode up the elevator, rubbing the back of my neck, and blinked as the doors opened on my floor. I really did hate this place, evil incarnate or not, I really hated it. In Rome my office overlooked the Vatican, here ... I think it overlooks the Goodwill or some shit. Who knows.

"Jessica, hold all my calls, as far as I'm concerned I'm not fucking back yet, capiche?" I waved my hand annoyed at my assistant as I breezed into my office and closed the door. I could do with a nice little pick me up right about now, my finger hit the intercom button. "Jessica ... arrange a little snack for me will you? I'm wiped out." Her compliance was heard immediately and I made my way to the bar, pouring a Jack and Coke and nearly chugging it down. I undid the top three buttons of my shirt and tossed my overcoat onto the leather sofa, my heels were next to go. I should have just worn something simple, but right before I was to board the jet to return, Mandichio wanted to see me, so of course I had to dress the part. It was to inform me that Illyria had gone bonkers and taken Fred into Pylea, and other various dimensions that pleased the God King, and I was to make sure that nothing was to occur to either of them. Since when did I get put on fucking babysitting services? First Angel, then Buffy and her little snatch Faith, and now Illyria and Fred. Who the fuck is next? As if Britney and Bailey weren't enough ... good god, my life was full of three year olds.

"Here you are Ma'am." Jessica's voice announced behind me. I turned and looked at the young woman who was trembling beside her and smiled calmly, ushering her in with a wave of my hand. "I'll just leave you two to business then." Jessica calmly closed the door and I watched as the young lady walked and sat in the chair in front of my desk. She started rambling excuses of her poor work quality, blaming it on family stress. Family stress? Is she for real? Had I not just quietly bitched in my head about my million three year olds I am currently residing over? It did nothing but piss me off, not that that was bad, but for her ... it was terrible.

"I don't want your excuses, in fact ... I don't want you to talk at all." I smiled and walked over to her, jerking her up by her arm and slamming her against a wall. "I just want you to smile and shut your fucking mouth. I'm gonna help you with your little family stress problem, and you're gonna help me with mine, okay darling?" She nodded her head mutely before the screaming began. Her body was removed from my office before I could say Marry Poppins, and me? I sat behind my desk absorbed in the angry little soul I just devoured. The angry ones were always the best, gave my little body a jolt that kept me flying high for hours. I pulled a stack of papers toward me and started looking over them before I got bored in about ... oh two minutes. I read a memo that Buffy and Faith were relocated in the building due to "damage." Fucking waste of flesh those two were, what was their point to existing again? Oh yeah, the ever important job of ridding the earth of demons. Bad girls. Didn't they know that demons make Wolfram & Hart go round? Keep the world in balance. You can't have good without the evil, it'd be cataclysmic.

I shoved my papers away from me and decided to go on a little tour of the "damage." Find out just what happened and who was responsible, perhaps send Lindsey after them and have them killed. He'd enjoy that, and hey, it wouldn't be someone that worked in the fast food industry dying. Bonus points for the stupid little fuck. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the elevator, it arrived and I pressed the lounge first. It wouldn't hurt to have maybe another little pick-me-up drink, now would it? The elevator stopped on the fourteenth floor to pick up other people, which just annoyed the fuck out of me, but hey it happened. I waited patiently for the doors to open.

[Open for Faith]

MOOD: bitchy bitchy

20 heroes or are you a hero?
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divinecordelia
I left that mall like nobody's business after my little gallop with Britney. God I swear I'm so stupid for letting her get to me again, I'd have to talk to Angel about that whole thrall thingie cuz I swear I must be so thralled. Whatever that really seriously means, I must be it. I've never been into girls my entire life, and so what's different now? I'll tell you what, she's a vampire with fangs and grr. I'm under her spell, yes that's it. A spell. I parked my car in the garage of Wolfram & Hart and let out a sigh.

"Leaving one dressing room of evil for another, how fun." I pushed the car door open and grabbed my bags, shoving the keys into my handbag and headed for the elevator. "We've got to get this group back together, somehow... some way I'm going to manage that." The elevator arrived and I rode up to the penthouse, not all that surprised to find Buffy had stopped by and Spike was having a tantrum about a mission or some nonsense. I'd not heard anything about a mission, everyone is so out of the loop. I'm going to have to give Angel a good talking to next time I see him. Where the hell was he anyway? I hadn't seen him in quite some time, he was probably off having fun with Faith. That sounds like some sick board game you buy at an adult store. Fun with Faith! The exciting new board game where you win free rides. I rolled my eyes and closed myself in my room.

I could barely stand the fact that Spike was still here, but he had a point about being out of the loop on team stuff. It made me so angry, Angel did not listen to a single word I said the first time I visited him from ghost coma land. Why would he listen now? Why the hell hadn't he taken Alyx out is my first question, that bitch is evil. Although she did share with me that interesting little Fun with Faith video tape. Great, now I have the images. Maybe I should start drinking, the house smelled like liquor anyways, well the living room and kitchen at least. I could hear Spike rambling on about something in the living room, honestly people (including vampires) should not talk to themselves. It makes you look crazy. Yet here I sit talking to myself in my head, does that make me crazy? I needed to find Angel, I picked up the cellphone and gave him a call... waiting for him to answer.

[Open to Angel Fun with Faith boy]

MOOD: cranky cranky

6 heroes or are you a hero?
ambrosial_blue
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ambrosial_blue
They were weak, all of them. And that flaw ate at my being, trying to reduce me to the same miserable state. Relationships, the mortal contrivance that brought on these feelings of affinity were a tool utilized by those of the Wolf, Ram,and Hart to tie me to the mortal coil and all of it's petty issues. Wesley failed in his guidance because of such weakness. He succumbed to emotions of grief and then love, neglecting his duties in the process.

My shell boldly refused my demand, going on tirelessly about friendship and loved ones. Still, I could feel her fear. Her body was tense,coiled like a poisonous snake as it prepared to lash out at an unknown threat. It angered me, seeing her show such vulnerability. She was my shell, simply an echo of what once inhabited my form. She was like the mirror's reflection, whispers of her life experiences, foils, and feelings were mine as well, to some extent. It sickened me.

Emotions were things I did not concern myself with. I thought I was above such a display. When all creatures tremble at the mere mention of your name, there is no need for emotions. Since my return to this plane, trapped in the body of one I had once called 'muck' had forced my ways to bend to the whims of this shell. I was loathe to admit such an event could be possible, unwilling to admit that the mortals as sneaky as my Qwa'ha Xahn had implied. I had been stripped of my former status, of my power, made to feel grief, jealousy, pain. The witch had managed to return my abilities to me, if for only a brief moment before they began to decay like the flesh I was trapped inside. I suspect I started to feel the anxiety Wesley often described to me. I could wait no longer for Wesley to return his attention to me.

"You want me to be your guide in this world? Then fine, here's your first lesson: You cannot get people to do what you want them to do just because you want them to do it. We, puny, pathetic humans have this neat thing called free will. We do what we want, when we want and how we want."

"Is it free will?" I asked her, "It is only the illusion of your so-called 'free will'. Mortals are slaves to emotion, it leads you around like a yoke would to cattle. Wesley failed as my guide only when he delved too deep into grief to wallow back out again." Her words stir me, as odd as they are. "You assume yourselves to be beings that master their own fate. The events as they should have progressed show that even if you do master your fate, you cannot do it well. You let emotion rule your mind even as we speak."
2 heroes or are you a hero?
dead_sexy_spike
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dead_sexy_spike
Hazy drunken thoughts keep floatin' thru my brain; Buffy sleeping with me, telling me she loves me, then running off to screw Faith, I just don't understand how she could do this to me. She's my fucking world- has been since I first laid eyes on her all those years ago.

Went and got me a bloody soul for the bint and even then she didn't want me. Guess I can understand seeing as how last time we saw each other I had her spread eagle on the bathroom floor... not a happy memory for either of us.


But I'd changed, I'd changed even before the bloody soul, looking after Dawnnie and doing good deeds and the like. Did I get any credit for any of that? No.

Fuck her.

I'm going to sit here and finish my third bottle of whiskey and wait for Angel- the old man owes me. He can give me some money to get out of LA, hell he should be glad I'm leaving; not like he likes me anyway, just sort of puts up with me, No idea why.

I lean back on the couch and think about that last time with Buffy, her hair golden and flowing, her eyes bright with love- for me. She said those words I'd never thought I'd hear from her and she meant them. I know she meant them, so how could she do this to me? I drink a bit more and wonder if I'm doing the right thing by leaving. Maybe I should stay and make the bitch pay for doing this to me. Just go back to the old me, the one Angelus taught me to be and ruin her world, only problem is- I'm not that guy anymore. I'm not the begging kind anymore either- enough of that.

All I know is I love her. I ache without her and seeing her with someone else after having had a taste of her love ... I can't stay here and watch her give that to someone else. I won't.

I can't.
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_bailey_girl_
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_bailey_girl_
Eeeeeh! The little puppet midget man just walked off! Like that! Away from me! How *dare* he. Like he has no idea who he's messing with. I'm like the kid of the Senior Partners! Two! Or was it three? Whatevah. He like walked off! And I wanted him for a puppy. He'll pay, imma gonna make sure of that.

Twas predestined! Yeah. Totally!

Huffing, I make my way out of the damn building. Yeah, I like so found the exit on my fucking own. Who needs cute little midget men anyway huh? HUH?! Not me! Like no way! He was cute though. Eh, find myself a new one. "Where the fuck is my limo!" Stomping my nine inch heels, I look around annoyed. Surprised I look behind me when I notice the building shaking. "Oops. It's them shoes, yeah." Better get me a new pair once I like totally settled in with Alyx.

Damn, I wanna see Brit. Wasted all this time in this stupid building. "They like so kept moving the exit." Yeah. Totally. The will all pay. I'm Bailey, I can like so do that. All I have to like do is look at Mommy or Daddy with my gorgeous eyes and they're like nowhere. Hehehe. I'll get me my damn puppy to! "I want a toy. Satan! This place is boring. Time to get me some fucking action." Clicking toward the limo waiting at the curb I get in, making myself comfortable in the back.

"Errr... Miss? This is Miss Donovan's car? You can't just get in here."

Raising an eyebrow I glance at the chauffeur. Nice girl, very nice girl. Like totally tasty. "Hello my pretty," I flash her a smile. "Listen sweets?" Leaning in I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze a bit. "Hi, I'm Bailey. And Miss Donovan will like do what I want her to. And I say...I'm like borrowing her car. Cool?" Letting go off her throat, I smile as she starts to cough, eyes bulging out. Pretty eyes. "Like take me to some cool clubs? I'm gonna have me some fun!" The girl nods and quickly drives off. I put my feet on the seat and lay back, fiddling with like the equipment.

"Oooh. Woah! Are those like chocolate mints?"

MOOD: annoyed annoyed

5 heroes or are you a hero?
hotlaw_lindsey
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hotlaw_lindsey
I was sprawled on the couch, slowly drinking from a big bottle of cola. I'd had more than enough to drink over at Caritas. At the moment I felt good. Really damn good. Like this huge weight had been lifted off my body and soul just from talking to Lorne.

Took another sip and closed my eyes for a moment. If Alyx found out what I had told him about the contracts, I'd be in for a world of hurt, but I didn't think I'd mind. I'd done the right thing one last time. If she fried me, she fried me. Not like I could actually defend myself. Why did all these people get kickass super powers and I didn't?

Hopefully Lorne would put the information to better use than Angel would. I could just picture the gel-brained idiot keeping it to himself, not wanting to allow the others to leave while they had the chance. Get them all killed a second time around. I still couldn't understand why they were sticking with him again. Once a fuck up, always a fuck up, right? I should know, being as most of my life was one big fuck up.

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prodigal_slayer
The first thing that I felt was someone stirring in my arms bringing me out of sleep and back to reality. Scratch that, the first thing I felt was a wicked throbbing through my temples that made me want to stab myself in the head with my very own knife. Damn, and I usually managed to escape all and any hangovers with because of my slayerness. Sometimes it paid to be a hot chick with superpowers. Opening my eyes slightly I frowned at the small blonde that was pressed up against me, her eyes still closed and her breathing steady. Make that hot chicks with superpowers.

With a deep breath I leaned back in the pillow again, careful not to move too much and disturb B. Since when did I end up givin' a shit about her comfort anyway? Remembered a certain time back in the day when I would've given anything to destroy her. Also remembered a knife sliding through my abdomen like butter and a coma that seemed like it would never end except it did, after eight months. Now here she was, bundled up in my arms pressed against me, the slight breeze from the open window blowing pale hair off her forehead.

What the hell was goin' on here? Me, of all people spendin' the whole night with someone and it had to be her. Sure I remembered Robin, how he'd desperately tried to get me to settle down even just a little bit for him. I tried, at first I did. Then I got wicked sick of his shit and bailed on his ass. B was busy with the Immortal so I kinda just spent my days sleeping with random Italian dudes that I met in bars. No shortage of them in Rome. And it all led back to now. To here, with Buffy sleeping soundly beside me. Found myself somewhere torn between wantin' to bail, ditch her ass and leave her here. Let her see how that felt, let her be the one hangin' on for once. Course I knew that plan was a bust cause a. Buffy didn't give a shit and would probably just head over and boink Spike or the next available piece of ass she could find. B. I wasn't sure that I wanted to. Yeah yeah, I'm the slutty slayer round these parts but let's be honest? I always had it in for B. Always wanted her, even when I just wanted to be her.

Fuck it. I needed a smoke and some tylenol, and I also needed to stop thinkin' about this shit. Shaking my head I slipped out from underneath her gently, watching as she turned over on the bed and fell back asleep. Finding my smokes on her nightstand I lit one up and walked into the kitchen. As soon as I was safely on the other side of the door I shut it gently before stretching my arms over my head and yawning. Man, hangovers sucked for real. Got this poundin' in my head and it was pissin' me off.

Walking into the bathroom I took another drag off my smoke and looked into the mirror. Hungover and feelin' like shit and I was still wicked hot. Sometimes it just rocked to be me. Taking a deep breath I opened up the medicine cabinet and began rummaging around for tylenol.
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After the little blow up with Lindsey and Britney and our make up session, I realized I had some unfinished business with one blonde bitch. Eve. Giving the book to Lindsey like it was nothing, absolutely nothing. Not to mention how the hell she got her little mitts on that book is beyond me, I had held it twice in my life in the presence of Senior Partners. I shook my head angrily and picked up the book, looking it over for any damages. Getting this back to Wolfram & Hart was essential, if they hadn't already noticed it missing. I climbed into my Porsche and roared toward the office, moving to my office with the book carefully tucked under my arm. I'd return it to the White Room as soon as Eve was handled, that way if the Senior Parnters had questions surrounding her death, I'd have a damn good reason. Not that killing her would break their hearts, but still. I tucked the book into my top drawer and poured myself a drink.

"Jessica, get Eve up here now." I said moving to the intercom on my desk, an affirmative yes Ma'am echoed from the black box. "I wonder..." I looked at my phone for a brief moment and pondered calling Britney and Lindsey, but bringing Lindsey in here would be risky, tattoos or no tattoos. I stood up and moved to the windows, staring out onto the city below. I heard a knock on my door and I turned, seeing Eve standing there docile and sweet like. Yeah, my ass.

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It had been rebuilt again in another section of the city. LA always could use a Caritas, a place for everyone and anyone to come and unwind, sit next to something or someone that normally would tear your head off rather than look you in the eye.

Wolfram and Hart paid very well, I did what I was supposed to, even if I hated myself for it. It was my way of trying to help the helpless, since we didn't seem to do that any more. People unsure of what to do with their lives were just as helpless as anyone else.

Sitting at the bar, I watched a couple of flesh-eating demons perform a very horrible version of Elton John's Tiny Dancer. Tried not to wince when one of their voices cracked to hit a high note. I closed my eyes, allowing the images to fill my brain. I knew what they'd wanted me to try and answer, now I just needed to see if I could help.

I felt a little prickle along my spine, a warning that danger was near. Threw me for a bit of a loop, since this was a safe place. Opened my eyes and glanced around, trying to figure out what caused it. Then I saw him, sitting in the far corner. He was watching me, waiting for me to come over. Maybe if I ignored him, he'd go away. That was the last person I wanted to see right now, especially after what he'd done. How dare he waltz into my place.

Waited until the demons were done before I slowly walked over to where he was. I stood next to the table, arms crossed, glaring at him. "I don't want you here, you're tainted. You hurt Cordelia. Get out of my club, Lindsey."
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divinecordelia
I let that door slam so loud it made my eardrums rattle. I couldn't stand being in that penthouse for another moment with him, Spike. He's so annoying, granted he did a huge favor to the world with Sunnydale, but I mean come on that is old news. I needed to get out of there and find Angel, tell him to get that whining little vampire something to do or get him out of here. I stood for the longest time at the elevator, looking back at the penthouse door, half expecting him and all his soap opera glory to come bursting out. Nothing.

This was good. Things had been so chaotic lately. The whole Alyx thing, showing me the tape of Faith and Angel. Approaching them like an insane maniac with a bat, I do have to admit I loved how Faith hid behind Angel from me for once in her life. Made me want to carry a bat around her just to see her scurry. I smirked and let out a sigh, the elevator still not arriving. I watched the numbers light up as it slowly started crawling its way up to me.

"It's about freakin' time." I groaned as it was just three off from arriving. "Three... two... one." I smiled as I heard the familiar ding rang down the hall. The door began to slide open slowly and I put my head down for a moment, looking over myself and stepping into the elevator. Normally there is no one in the elevator this high up, it's locked and private, but this time I see a pair of designer shoes. I let my eyes slowly wander up until they rest on a familiar face I'd nearly forgotten about. I went to back up to get off the elevator, but the door closed just a second before, my back slamming against it in turn.

"Britney." I say, my voice slightly shaking.

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MOOD: distressed distressed

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dead_sexy_spike
I come home from shopping and find Xander and Tara gone.

Packed up and gone.

And a note.

Spike,

I can't do this anymore. I don't feel I'm being any help to anyone. And Xander he's so lost ... maybe I can help him, heal him. We're going back to England. When you talked to me about knowing Buffy was alive and she not knowing about you it made me see that I should see Willow. It's not fair. So ... I think that's what we're going to do. I wish you the best of luck.

And Spike? I remember seeing the two of you in Sunnydale. She does love you, but she's stubborn. Just as stubborn as you. Maybe you should go to her.

So I leave you hugs Spike, my friend. I will always be your friend. If you need me drop a line to England.

Love,
Tara


Well. Isn't that just lovely?

I look around the empty apartment and suddenly I feel so damn lonely.

To hell with them.

To hell with them all.

Should I go to Buffy? Just tell her to forget this rot with Faith and come on with me? I said to myself I wouldn't go chasing about another cheating whore. I lived like that for a hundred years, said I'd never put myself through it again.

They tell you they love you and are in bed with someone else that night.

Maybe this is my payback. Hit me where it hurts. Always been a sensitive sop, blinded by love and all that rot.

Yes, payback for all my years of torture.

Sod it.

I head back out, going in the direction of W&H. I go up to the penthouse. Angel's suite.

Maybe I can get drunk on his whiskey.

Maybe I can get some money out of him.

Maybe he'll let me sleep for oh I don't know, til Buffy's dead. Maybe then I'll be able to move on.

I enter his suite.

"Angelus!? It is the prodigal son returned home!" I grin and head for the mini bar.

MOOD: crushed crushed

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(tag: Soulful son of a bitch and Lindsey ... later on if you want ... baby.)

MOOD: annoyed annoyed

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I don't think I've ... been so confused. In a long time. I mean, what we walked in on and my son ... and it's not good here. Something was going on, making people act weird. Looking back at Wes as he leaves, I look at Faith and Buffy ... then my son. "We're going to try and save Fred, wherever she is. You two, rest and come find us in an hour. Buffy, you have my number." I turned to leave, then looked back at them again. "You're coming with me." Grabbing onto Connor's arm, I pull him out of the room, then head down to the elevators. Once we're inside, I let go of him and just stand there, saying nothing. But, I do wonder how he got in that position.

When the doors open, I walk out and hear Wes outside, then gunshots. Hurrying up, I walk outside and see him taking his anger out on a trashcan. Standing there, I continue to watch until it seem's he has it all out, but I know he doesn't. He just lost Fred, again. He thinks he's failed, I would think he's failed, but he didn't. We'll get her back and we'll do something with Illyria. Not sure what, maybe we can keep her where she is, or wherever she took Fred and she wouldn't have to worry about 'this' world anymore.

"Wes?" He turns and looks at me and I glance at Connor who doesn't seem that thrilled to be here. "We need to ... get inside, find a spell, locate Fred. This isn't helping." That was the truth, it wasn't. Neither was going to find Buffy and Faith apparently. Well, they had one hour to get down and meet with us.

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MOOD: contemplative contemplative

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I watched Alyx leave and she said there was something for me in the back. Smirking, I made my way back there, kinda happy that things were so much better now. I was happy and yeah... so I was in love, but that ... was a fluke. It was so not supposed to fucking happen and it did. Anyway, not going to think about him right now when I have a surprise waiting for me. I walk outside and ... "What the fuck?" Holy shit! She bought me a new car! Jumping up and down, I make my way to it and hold my hand out, letting my fingers drift along the hood. "Fucking nice."

Not waiting another fucking second, I opened her up and got inside, settling back against the leather. Trying not to grin too much, I started the car and backed out, speeding out of there. Something was up with Alyx. Last night was fucking crazy. We actually fought, yelled, hit, screamed and she fucking zapped my boyfriend. But today, she's hugging me, buying me things and ... I fucking like it! She needs to do this more often. While she's away on her vacation, I'll do something for her here, make her happy. She wants me to watch Cordy? I'll watch Cordy for her. I'll do whatever she wants if this is what I'm going to get. A new club, a car, a credit card to do whatever I want with. All mine.

Wait, there has to be something she wants.

Oh well, not going to think about that right now. Taking my ass home, getting my Cowboy and then we're going out, having fun. Like we always do. Maybe after I have fun with him, I'll drop him off and go have fun with my favorite girl. Haven't seen her in a fucking while anyway. I wonder if she misses me. Probably not. Fucking bitch. Rolling my eyes, I pull into the driveway and get out, turning around when I see ... Lindsey pulling up at the same time? Where the fuck was he? I walk around the car and follow him in as he parks into the garage, then lean against the car as he gets out.

"Where the fuck were you?"

MOOD: happy happy

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