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(no subject) [Jan. 10th, 2005|05:35 pm]
Home Again - Angel the serie alternate 5 season

The building was exquisite... I had to admit that. Marble flooring in some places... but it wasn't home. Home was the Hyperion; where we could help people. Here... yes, we could have all the resources we would ever need to help the hopeless, not to mention, eliminate our enemy, but... it wasn't what we were here for.

That, and I didn't like the fact of how hard they were trying to convince each of us to take this deal. It was... not right. Something was wrong; there was a bigger picture, but it wasn't clicking. There was a more important reason Wolfram and Hart wanted us there.

Probably so they could destroy us quicker.

I walked back into the lobby with Lilah, who was looking smug, even after death. Some things never changed...

Meanwhile, Wolfram and Hart hadn't seemed to change much from the Beast's rampage. The firm still buzzed with people at work, carrying briefcases back and forth. People still came in, looking for their lawyers, and under it all, I could still smell the demons that came in through... other means.

The others were coming into the lobby, with their guides, looking... sort of awed. I felt a small twinge, because I was about to make the executive decision- again. The others looked enraptured with how this could be for them.

And I had to say no.

For their good, and for mine. I could feel it- this place would destroy us, separately or all together. It might not be today or tomorrow... but this place was seeped in pain. I could feel it... and I shook my head slightly. Now I was starting to get like Dru...

((Open to the rest of the Angel Crew))
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(no subject) [Jan. 10th, 2005|10:28 pm]
Home Again - Angel the serie alternate 5 season
[not brooding but: |confusedconfused]

Wake up sunshineCollapse )
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(no subject) [Jan. 10th, 2005|11:33 am]
Home Again - Angel the serie alternate 5 season

a reason to returnCollapse )
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(no subject) [Jan. 10th, 2005|06:39 am]
Home Again - Angel the serie alternate 5 season

[not brooding but: |cynicalcynical]

Bloody Slayer. Havin' me go out and get this buggerin' soul for her, all for her and then I go up in flames dyin' a horrible and flamey death. No, I'm not bitter, why do you ask? Love the stupid bint, do anythin' for her too but all that is gone and now I'm back. Don't know why, but I can't see her yet. I wanna find her, find out where she is. Asked a fella 'bout Sunnyhell and he said it was no more, gone. Big sinkhole he said. Now I'm on my way to the City of Angel's. Yeah, at the time it was all good and glory and what not, but now I need some questions answered, need to find out some things and only Goldilocks can answer them. But I have to talk to the Poofter of the Poofs and bash his head in. That's the only rightly thing to do after all, seein' as he gave Buffy the amulet, knowin' what would happen' and all that rot. No more Spikey he thought, oh well, didn't he know? The big bad was back and ready for the head bashin' to start. He'll never know what hit him.

Pullin' up to a bar, I figure I might need myself a drink or five before I can go on any further. Jacked me some oldie like wheels to get myself here, seein' as a big bad doesn't ride the route. Walkin' in, I look around and find me a trollop sittin' at the bar. Smirk on my pale face, I strut over by her and take a seat, orderin' me up a whiskey. Glancin' over at her, I notice that she didn't look that much like Buffy to begin' with and sigh and frustration. Bloody bint, still rulin' my world and the like. Grabbin the bottle instead of the glass, I get up, movin' toward the booths, then plop myself down, takin' a swig of the amber liquid.

I love you.

No, you don't. But thanks for sayin' it.

"Bloody hell," I mutter, then sink down into the booth. Bitch is goin' to invade my thoughts, like she always did. Can't escape her, not for a bloody second it seems. Always there, floatin' around, laughin' her pretty head off at me. Always gettin' a laugh out of good ole Spike.

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