Spike tapped his fingers on the arm of his wheelchair, casting a jaundiced eye at the still-smoldering master vampire leading what was left of their sorry lot. Drusilla was curled up in a ball whimpering, half their former minions were dust, Continue reading
“You look better,” Willow offered. You look younger. Wow, hottie librarian Watcher youkai… bad Willow, you’ve got a boyfriend- Continue reading
“She’s the Slayer. She’s not going to die if you take a minute to get hold of yourself.” Willow hated saying it, but – somebody had to be practical. Continue reading
Frozen, armed, angry guys in uniform all facing the elevator. Willow had to all but sit on her hands to keep from going over there and tipping one over. Continue reading
Wrapped in a bathrobe, Mayor Richard Wilkins III peered sleepily into a certain small, usually locked room in his quiet house. One of his early-warning talismans had woken him from a sound sleep, Continue reading
Buffy threw herself sideways, painfully aware claws only missed because he wanted them to. Prey was no fun without a chance to fight back. Continue reading
Shouldn’t have taken the time to scrub off….
Buffy ducked as one door careened into the wall, Continue reading
“CDC, ma’am,” Colton stated, sticking to the cover story. “Dr. Backer identified some cases of aberrant yellow fever. We need to take the victims for treatment, and you’ll probably see a lot of mosquito spray trucks for the next few nights.” Continue reading
“Idiot,” said the young blonde in plain ivory vestments with a green-and-white stole over her shoulders, staring down at the disarmed, bruised, and handcuffed security guard.
“Grade-A moron, yes ma’am,” Sergeant Colton said respectfully, eyeing the three grinning privates in his charge until they sobered. Continue reading