Of Demony Things & Crappy Lifetimes. 11
CHAPTER 11 “Buffy?” The blonde girl looked up at her best friend’s timid smile and sighed. “Hey Willow.” The girl sat down beside…
Author: califi
Mum of 2, Grandma of 2, A bit of a geek (LOVE computers, lol), Used to write fanfiction re: BtVS & AtS - Cordelia/Angel 'shipper' A decade ago now, but keep meaning to finish WiP's, and rewrite a lot of it, :p) but also love general related-to-shows fic. In RL, more into reading thriller/crime, based on religion (ie: Dan Brown, Chris Kuneski type stuff) and watching CSI/Criminal Minds, and also Grimm and various 'paranormal' stuff. that's about it! :D
Of Demony Things & Crappy Lifetimes. 10
CHAPTER 10 Vision. Blood baths. Divine intervention. Lions and tigers and bears: Oh my! Cordelia mentally chided herself. She could have been great….
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CHAPTER 9 It was almost morning when Cordelia walked into the house. Behind her, the weary watcher and the slayer they’d kidnapped from…
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CHAPTER 8 From neck to breast. The flesh was as red as the blood oozing from the gash. The split open skin, showing…
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CHAPTER 7 Buffy appeared from between the gravestones to meet her watcher’s solemn eyes. “Okay, I’m just about looked-out here. We’ve been over…
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CHAPTER 6 The heel of Cordelia’s palm smacked hard against the swinging doors of the cafeteria as she stormed out into the hallways….
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CHAPTER 5 Spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay There’s always some reason…
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CHAPTER 4 BANG! BANG! BANG! Giles went over books and rug, tripping and nearly dropping his mug of tea as he pulled the…
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CHAPTER 3 Cordelia sat on the flush watching Giles secure the last of the chains on the vampire as he was tied into…
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CHAPTER 2 “YOU BROUGHT HOME WHO?” Cordelia winced holding the phone away from her ear as Angelus lay sprawled on the kitchen counter,…