Day: 25 June 2015

Part 16 Cordelia drifted in and out of the ephemeral state of not quite awake not quite asleep with the feeling that something…

Part 15 The heat of the day had settled like a thick, sticky blanket over Los Angeles. The air was heavy with grimy…

Part 14 Sunlight streamed through the single shuttered window, painting the floor with broken strips of yellow that did little to brighten the…

Part 13 Cloying tension wrapped like a steel cable around Angel’s shoulders as soon as he and Wesley had left the Hyperion. With…

Part 12 Cordelia hummed under her breath as she locked her car, twirling the keys around in her hand as she enjoyed yet…

Part 11 Being the youngest of five children, all girls, Lucy had grown up in second hand clothes. As a child, she hadn’t…

Part 10 “Cordelia-” “Don’t,” she cut him off before he even begin the sentence. Jaw clenched, Angel tightened his grip on the steering…

Part 9 The sharp clack of Cordelia’s heels hitting the lobby floor shattered the haze of calculations and theorems that swam through Fred’s…

Part 8 Sleep sat seductively behind Lorne’s eyelids, calling to him like a siren, the urge to let his body give into sweet…

Part 7 Cordelia tapped her nails in an uneven drum against the tabletop, careful not to touch the dark sticky patch to the…