"Oh, I am so going to enjoy ripping off your empty head when I'm done sucking it dry."

Glory stomped towards him, and he brought the rifle up to get one last good shot in with the butt end.

Then the wind picked up inside the courtyard, and the dust began spinning. Tiny lightning crackled in the air, and sparks danced.

"God, no." Xander looked to the east, where the sun was not quite putting in its appearance yet. "Too soon, guys, too soon."

Glory grinned at the growing portal. "This'll be them coming back, huh? I bet noshing on my Key would be a big ol' power kick, don't you think? Then I can do some damage. But you first."

Just as she reached for Xander, the portal pulsed into full form, sending a bow wave of wind across the courtyard. Glory and Xander both staggered.

Buffy rolled out of the portal, which closed behind her. She hopped to her feet and brushed off her hands. "Hi, there! Somebody called for a Slayer?"

Am, hon, if you have to choose between me and "Homicide"...go "Homicide." it really is better.

sharpens knife, readies garotting wire, chooses poison

(I mean that in a noun sense of course...not telling you to kill someone!)

Spoil sport. Anyway, with luck I can have both, huh?

connie, that's a wonderful Xander. I love him. And oooo... poor Spike. I can't wait to know what happens.

Erika, I am of the opinion that you should be posting this in Live Journal and/or (when complete) to Glass Onion and Silverlake.

That is all. Maybe you're already planning to, but I just stumbled across this conversation (see comments section) and thought they'd really like your fic.

(I have LJ codes spare, if you need one? Same goes for any other Buffistas, natch.)

Connie, I am so loving the vamp!Giles. I am going to just pretend that S5 really went the way you've written.

I think I should just take a break from fic writing. I have been struggling with this Spred story for weeks. I had the first paragraph written and nothing else. So last night, I finally start to make a little progress. I got up to a little more than a page. Then DH came home and I went to make some grub. I come back, he's looking at something on the net and I notice that Word is closed. So I ask him if he saved before closing and he's like "I didn't close anything." He'd closed the program by accident. Nothing saved. All gone. I know I should have saved before I went to cook, but. . . sigh. So now I'm back to just the one paragraph. Obviously, the fic gods don't want me to write anything right now. Either that, or I'm just incredibly lazy and don't feel like starting over.

I don't have one, Fay. I didn't think I wanted to, but I'm in this far right? But I'm a techno-chimp...I might need some set-up advice from somebody. And hey, twice the fandoms, twice the kerfuffles.(And a 'good shoot' is a total social fiction...David Simon said so. We, the royal we , need to believe it because, hey, people with guns...some of whom might be secretaries.)Maybe I could get somebody to sponsor a "Whose Fault Was It Really?" writer deathmatch between Marti Noxon and Tom Fontana. Chris Carter could play the winner.(Kidding, but they both say stuff that really pisses off the fans and makes them say "What's---- doing to our show? )And, thanks, Fay. Didn't want that to get lost in my ramble.

erika, I have LJ code if you need it. I'm paid up for the next year, so the code's on me. And I'm a far bigger techno-weenie than anyone.

I *so* wasn't gonna do it. Like Too Much Candy, cutting my hair off, writing these stories in the first place.Cause It's Wrong and a timesuck, and I've got nothing to say
Buffistas: The Gateway Drug, overriding people's better judgement since 1997. Um, ok, Inner Tim has had his say now. That leaves me free to say "Yes, thank you, Deb," while he's off pondering the implications in a very dark corner of my unconscious. And no, I don't really hear voices. I hate it when writers say that on TV, but some of you don't know me and I'm really not oobatz. Or a nutter.

Kewl. Let me pop into LJ and see how I do this....

Like Too Much Candy, cutting my hair off, writing these stories in the first place.Cause It's Wrong

Hmm. I don't think any of these things are wrong.

I am so psyched that erika's getting an LJ.