Season of Solace. 117
117: The Factory, Westside, Sunnydale “Tell your sire to back off,” Angel’s growl added to the underlying threat. His fangs were…
117: The Factory, Westside, Sunnydale “Tell your sire to back off,” Angel’s growl added to the underlying threat. His fangs were…
116: The Factory, Westside, Sunnydale Spike squinted at his captor through his one good eye, pain spearing him back from the…
114: The Lounge, Crawford Street Mansion, Central Sunnydale “Let me get this straight,” Angel stood in front of Drusilla who was now…
112: Trinity Baptist Church Ruins/Cemetery, Eastside, Sunnydale Across town, the clouded sky provided the perfect shroud to cover illicit activities. At…
111: The Lounge, Crawford Street Mansion, Central Sunnydale Drusilla enjoyed her homecoming. Full of shock and fear, excitement, it was like…
110: The Kitchen, Crawford Street Mansion, Central Sunnydale Their system was down pat: Buffy washed, Willow dried and Cordelia put the dishes…
109: The Kitchen, Crawford Street Mansion, Central Sunnydale The smug bastard had actually offered to cook for them. So what if…
108: The Crawford Street Mansion, Central Sunnydale Leaning up against the banister Angel felt Cordelia’s arms around his waist. Palms scraped…
107: The Factory, Westside, Sunnydale Paint over the factory windows blocked out the light. Built back in the 30’s, the old…
106: Angel’s Mansion, Crawford Street, Central Sunnydale Long years had passed since the mansion sheltered so many humans under its…