Day: 23 June 2015

Part 20 While Faith proceeded to pound the hell out of it, Angel held onto the old leather punch bag, his booted feet…

Part 18 Not even aware that he had fallen asleep, Angel jerked into wakefulness, unsure of what had disturbed him. The almost imperceptible…

 Part 16 Wesley winced as the Plymouth unavoidably hit another rut. The street alongside Caritas was pitted worse than a teenager’s acne scarred…

Part 14 “We haven’t done this in a while,” Cordelia murmured, her voice taking on a dream-like quality. Angel was moving a soapy…

Part 12 Wesley was confused – something was wrong with this picture. Angel was remarkably composed for a man who had just lost…

Part 10 “This small talk is all very entertaining, but I think it’s about time we got down to business, don’t you?” Immediately…

Part 8 “So, how you going?” Angel asked, squatting down next to the table that Willow was working at, with Wesley’s meticulous research…