Illusions...

Drabbles

2008-03-15T02:47:05Z

Since I did write a bunch of drabbles for a contest over at tthdrabbles , I figure I'd post them here as well.

#000 – Starting Over

She had no idea if she’d ever be found.

Because of a freak storm during a magic-intensive battle, Buffy now found herself years in the past with no way of contacting any of the Scoobies. Not only that, but she had somehow managed to get stuck on an island filled with people who did nothing but drink, fight, and have sex at all hours of the day.

Well, when in Rome… Buffy mused as she grabbed a sword out of a man’s hand, punching him in the face as he tried to attack. Glancing around, she noticed a man carefully sneaking out of the brawl-filled room. She followed him, remembering him as being the one talking about a ship.

With the stealth she had built up with years of being the Slayer, she overtook him, the tip of her sword scratching at his neck. Smiling brightly at him, she said, “I need a ship. And you want to live. Think we can strike a deal…”

“Jack,” he supplied, scrutinizing the blonde. “Captain Jack Sparrow.”

If the Scoobies can’t find me, I might as well start over here. And getting on a ship away from this place is the first step.

Title: Glorious
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Challenge: #002: Character: Buffy
Word Count: 100

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#002 – Character: Buffy

She was glorious.

Her blonde hair shimmered in the light as she and Anamaria had a mock sword fight, a challenge to see if the blonde was as masterful with weapons as she claimed. Her movements were fluid, graceful as she ducked under a strike by Ana, answering it by knocking the sword out of her opponent’s hand. She was –

“If you stare any harder, I’ll cut your eyes out with this sword,” she retorted, eyes like daggers as she glared at Jack, not appreciating the scrutiny.

She was annoying and obnoxious. And what kind of name was Buffy anyway.

Title: Women on Board
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Challenge: #005 - Superstitions
Word Count: 200

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#005 – Superstitions

As soon as she had stepped on board, Buffy had noticed that Mr. Gibbs had twitched slightly, averting his eyes from her and muttering deep under his breath.

Everytime she turned around, he seemed to be there, still muttering.

Since she wasn’t known for being patient, which she reminded herself, she had really tried to be in this case, she stalked up to the muttering Mr. Gibbs and caught him in her menacing gaze. “So ya gonna tell me what the muttering is all about? Or am I going to have to beat it out of you? I’m a little antsy from being on a ship and unable to hunt, and I wouldn’t mind a spot of violence to ease my nerves.”

He didn’t reply though finally spit out, “It was bad enough with one woman on board; two women will only add to any accursed bad luck we run into it. Women on ships is just asking for trouble.”

Her eyes radiated innocence, though her smirk was anything but. “Wanna try to see what happens if you try to get rid of me? You’ll end up with a lot worse luck than you’ll have with me being on board.”

Title: A Slayer in a Storm
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Challenge: #047 – Inclement Weather
Word Count: 100
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The rain fell in sheets as the storm raged, the ship bombarded by giant waves. The wind ripped through the sails, the material straining. It was one of the worst storms they had come across, bested only by the storm that had been created by the goddess Calypso.

Even as the water drenched his clothes and almost blinded his eyes, Jack smirked as he heard a thin voice shrieking over the din,

“I’m on a boat in the middle of a freaking storm! A storm! I’m going to kill Willow. Do you know what this is doing to my hair?”

Title: Fishing Trip
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Challenge: #038 - Fishing
Word Count: 100
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“Let me get this straight,” Anamaria said dryly, one eyebrow raised. “You’re a Slayer. You kill vampires and ‘slimy creepy things that ruin shoes’ as you’ve said. You’ve done it for years and killed countless creatures. And you cannot deal with this?”

Her last words were punctuated with a gesture towards the fish Gibbs had caught. Buffy wrinkled her nose, stepping back. “But it moves and you have to cut off the head! I slay, not kill fish! That’s not in my contract.”

“You’re a pirate now,” Anamaria pointed out with a grin. “All contracts are off. Enjoy the fish.”

Title: Boarded
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Challenge: #058 - First Impressions
Word Count: 200
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His steps were calculating as he stepped aboard the ship - his ship – he corrected himself, his gaze studying the scene of front of him, double-checking to make sure that Jack’s hands were tied tightly together.

The rest of his crew were being watched carefully, with the exception of a blonde lying partially sprawled across the ground. Barbossa smirked and stepped closer to her, his gun loose in his hand.

“Ah, you must be the infamous Miss Summers,” he announced loudly, stopping within a few footsteps of her. “I’ve heard much about you. Frankly, I can’t say I’m impressed, what with you laying here sleeping while my crew takes over your ship.”

He barely had time to acknowledge the laughter from his crew when, in the blink of an eye, Barbossa found himself on the ground, his own gun pressed firmly against his forehead. With him suddenly on the ground, his crew members slackened their holds on their enemies in surprise, giving those held captive enough time to attack. Even with the sudden chaos around him, Barbossa lifted his gaze to find himself staring into the coldest pair of eyes he’d ever encountered.

“First impressions are a bitch, aren’t they?”

Title: Cannon Fire
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Challenge: #062 - Things That go BOOM
Word Count: 100
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The fire of the cannon was deafening.

The sound was unlike any Buffy had experienced. With the exception of the rocket launcher she had used to destroy the Judge, Buffy had never used a weapon that made that noise. Her battles had included her witty remarks, the growling of the demons and, most recently, the screams of the other Slayers as they were killed. Screams that haunted Buffy, waking her up in the middle of the night drenched in a sweat.

She didn’t mind the boom of the cannon; it drowned out any screams that would add to her nightmares.

Title: The Captain and the Slayer
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Challenge: #063 - Death
Word Count: 200
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He was standing at the bow of the ship when she found him.

The sun was almost down as she stepped next to him, leaning against the rail. She stole a glance at him, though gleaned nothing as his face was covered in shadows from the dying of the sunlight. Yet she could feel the intensity radiating from him, knew the expression on his face was hardly the usual expression found on the captain’s face.

“Have you lost a lot of crew members?” Buffy asked softly, knowing her words were blunt, but unable to devise another way to ask. The battle had been won, but at high cost. Crew members she had begun to think of as good friends had been killed. Crew he had sailed with for years.

Jack was silent for a moment before answering, “Aye. Many. I remember all of them.”

Surprised at his immediate response, she felt herself nodding, her own gaze drifting to the darkening waves. “I’ve lost many people in my battles. Friends, family, students. All of their faces are imprinted in me, knowing what they sacrificed just to save others.”

There was no response. Silence passed between them, the Captain and the Slayer.

Challenges #039, #041, and #046
Title: Jello for Breakfast
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: Power Rangers Space Patrol Delta
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Challenge: #039 - Jello
Word Count: 100

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“You eat this every morning,” Buffy asked, wrinkling her nose at Bridge’s dish. He smiled and nodded, raising his eyebrows as he took a mouthful of the food from his plate.

“It’s jiggily,” he explained, offering a bit to her, his fingers waving slightly to reiterate his point. Offering a bit to her, he added. “And green. Jiggily and green.”

“You’re really weird,” she said, shaking her head at him as she took a bite of her food, leaving him to shrug and continue eating his morning jello, not at all bothered by the face she made at the food.

Title: Lessons in Coffee
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: Mighty Morphin Power Rangers
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Challenge: #041 - Coffee
Word Count: 200

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Willow tapped her foot incessantly, bouncing in her seat as she grinned at Buffy. “Isn’t this neat? We’re in an alternate universe, one that superheroes protect the world, dressed in spandex, and there aren’t any vampires or ghouls or other things that go bump in the night to keep us from enjoying the accidental spell, which isn’t as bad as any of the other mess ups I’ve had, like when I accidentally brought a vampire double – “

Her voice was suddenly muffled as Buffy put her hand over Willow’s mouth, her gaze turning to glare at the group of teenagers sitting with them. “Okay, who gave her coffee? She only gets this hyper when she has some kind of super cappacino.”

A small eep came from the boy dressed in red at the end of the table as he blushed fiercely under her gaze, his face matching his shirt. “Yeah, sorry about that. She looked tired and I thought the coffee would help her wake up.”

Buffy sighed, removing her hand from Willow’s mouth and allowed Willow to continue to babble, unaware of Buffy’s exasperation. “Well, it worked. Hope all of you have a lot of time on your hands.”

Title: Definitely Not a Normal Day
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: Mighty Morphin Power Rangers
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Challenge: #046 - Spells Gone Wrong
Word Count: 200

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Today was not a normal day.

A normal day did not involve finding oneself in a different body, dressed up in a weird costume, and staring up at a floating head in a tube that was talking to her.

“So you’re saying that Kimberly’s mind has accidentally been switched into your body and vice-versa,” the one in blue asked, readjusted his glasses to keep them from sliding down his face. “That scenario sounds very familiar to the accident mind-switch that Kimberly and I experienced many months ago. You say this occurred by magical means?”

Sighing, Buffy nodded, running her hand through her – through Kimberly’s hair as she looked up at him. The least Willow could have done was switch me with someone taller. Can’t I be tall for once.

“We shall wait here then, until your friend is able to contact us, so that we may get Kimberly back in once piece,” the talking head replied. Buffy nodded dubiously at him…it. “Rangers, the rest of you need to get back to the battle, and hope that we do not need the Megazord.”

“Right,” they agreed and teleported out in multi-colored streaks of light.

Today was definitely not a normal day.

Title: Wrong Vacation Spot
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: Power Rangers/Buffy
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Challenge: #010: Vacation
Word Count: 100
Authors Note: The timeline is a little off. But this one was too much fun not to do.

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#010 - Vacation

It was a vacation.

A much-needed, restful vacation free of vampires, demons, and other creatures that went bump in the night.

Unfortunately, Angel Grove was the wrong choice.

Buffy grimaced as she wiped the purple ooze from her fist. Her glare moved from her fist to a puddle of ooze in front of her, the puddle having once been an ooze-composed creature.

“Go to Angel Grove, they said,” she muttered. “It’ll be restful, they said. Guess they forgot the weekly appearance of space aliens and people wearing multicolored costumes. In spandex. At least a Slayer gets to wear stylish shoes.”

Title: Why Dawn Will Never Find a Normal School
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: Power Rangers/Buffy
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Challenge: #021: Starting School
Word Count: 200

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#021 – Starting School

Taking a deep breath Dawn forced herself step forward.

I can do this, she thought, making her way to the Principal’s office, wishing she wasn’t transferring in the middle of the first semester. I fought Uber-vampires. I lived through a war. School can’t be as bad!

“Except I could be a total outcast,” she muttered darkly, stopping at the office and about to knock when alarms echoed loudly through the hall. She yelped, putting her hands over her ears, eyes moving frantically. Streams of students moved passed her, heading towards one end of the school.

“C’mon,” a voice behind her said, grabbing her forcefully by the arm. “You’d better get to the gym. There’s a monster attack.”

“Guh?” Dawn managed as she flowed with the crowd, mind in complete disarray.

Suddenly, out of the crowd, a boy with brown hair wearing a shock of red appeared, grabbing her savior by the arm. “Kira, c’mon! We gotta go!”

With a smile, and parting words of “I’ll see you later,” the girl, Kira, was gone. Dawn sighed as she entered the gym, standing by herself as people crowded into different sections. Monster attack. God, can’t I ever go to a normal school?

Title: Rubber Duck
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: Power Rangers/Buffy
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Challenge: #023: Rubber Duckies
Word Count: 100

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#023 – Rubber Duckies

Willow had to remind herself to breath.

It wasn’t everyday that she saw her favorite rubber ducky necklace turned into a giant duck monster. The rubber duck necklace Xander had given to her as penance for stealing her Barbie. The one that she didn’t wear much anymore, as much as she loved it, because she would be in high school soon and was already incredibly uncool as it was.

Gulping as she stared at the giant Duck monster now being attacked by a giant zord, she decided she didn’t need the necklace anymore.

The Power Rangers could have it now.

Title: Time Travel is Fun!
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: Power Rangers/Buffy
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Challenge: #029: Legends
Word Count: 200

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#029 – Legends

Buffy tapped her foot, rolling her head back to stare at the ceiling as she waited for Willow to track her down. She hated when missions went wrong. Like now.

Now she found herself stuck in 3000, in a place with weird technology and creatures.

The door opened and she stood, hands on her hip menacingly as four people walked in, dressed in uniforms. The green-haired one shrunk back from her glare, though one woman stepped forward, a trace of awe on her face.

“You’re the Slayer.” she said, surprising the menace out of Buffy. “The Legendary Slayer that saved the Earth and used the Scythe to make Potentials into full blown Slayers?”

Buffy latched onto one word. “Legend?”

“When space creatures began living on Earth, the Watcher’s Council explained the existence of vampires and told us their history. Even today, there are Slayers that trek into the ravaged environment to fight vampires,” the woman explained.

Stuck on the Legend part, Buffy said, “So I’m pretty cool here.”

“Well if Jen’s in awe, then you must be,” the man with sunglasses said dryly, earning an elbow in the ribs.

I’m a legend, huh? I can’t wait to see Faith’s look!

Title: The Profits of a Flowing Chocolate River
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Word Count: 200
Challenge: #71
Character: Anya
Crossover: Buffy/Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Movie
Disclaimer: Not Mine!

Anya spun around in a slow circle, eyes wide at her surroundings, mentally tabbing a dollar sign onto every lollipop, marshmallow, and even the flowing chocolate river.

“You know, if you upped production, your profits would increase an extraordinary amount,” she pointed out loudly to the man in the top hat, a smile plastered onto his face.

“Heh heh,” He managed, his smile firmly planted on his face, though his eyes shifted nervously as if searching for an escape.

She nodded. “If you started talking more chocolate out of the river, you could use it to create more chocolates. That would mean more money for me! I mean, you.”

She turned to him, gazing up at him expectantly.

Awkwardly he said, “Now wouldn’t that just be silly, because the chocolate was contaminated when the child fell in. It doesn’t have a purpose now, though the Oompa-Loompas sure to like it.”

Anya narrowed her eyes. “Lying will only hurt the money you make. You use chocolate for the Nutty Crunch Surprise and other Wonka chocolates. I’ve researched this factory. I won’t be fooled.”

“Oh, right,” Willy Wonka said backing slowly away and wishing Charlie had never let in the noisy female.

Title: Weapons
Author: GlitterAngelEm
Fandom: B:tVS/Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Challenge: #71 a truth and a lie
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
Word Count: 200

Willow’s magic-proof netting would have been a nice touch, if it would have caught a vampire. Instead it had held two confused wizards struggling to free themselves when Buffy returned.

Their eyes turned, suspicion turning into surprise as the net suddenly opened, depositing them unceremoniously onto the ground.

“Geez, give a girl a heart attack,” she sighed, her eyes bright with innocence. “Here I am, taking a nice peaceful stroll…”

“Through the Forbidden Forest, full of vampires, acromantula, and other beasties?” the red-headed wizard said dryly, glancing over to his lightning-scar bearing companion in disbelief.

“The trees were pretty?” Buffy suggested.

“Are you the Slayer that came with the Wiccan?” Harry Potter asked.

She stared at him blankly. “The what? I think you’ve got me confused. I’m just a regular American girl.”

“That’s unfortunate,” Harry said, disappointed. “We really wanted her opinion on that weapon…”

“Oh, the SLAYER!” she exclaimed, perking up at the word ‘weapon’. “I thought you said…Sleeper. I’m the Slayer. The original one, not one of the boring carbon copies. Weapons?”

“Hermione was right,” Ron said ruefully as they headed to the castle to grab the aforementioned weapon. “Bring up a weapon to out a Slayer. Wicked.”

Whatever

2008-03-15T02:34:58Z

So not completely fanfic, but still has to do with writing.

So I thought joining a RPG would be fun. That I could meet some fun people and write a little bit and interact while writing. Nice idea. Too bad the game didn't work out well.

How can I look back and try to think I enjoyed something that was so drama packed that I didn't have fun and got into fights with my boyfriend. Yeah, that sounds super fun. And my characters weren't important at all once I had to go on hiatus - cause gee, why can't I post everyday when I work 50 hours a week - and were basically forgotten about. And when I do quit? Suddenly, its like I never existed. The people that I thought were somewhat friendly and such blocked me from their friends list. Bitches.

So fuck RPGing. It was a failed experiment.

I'm going back to fanfic.

Someday...

2007-11-16T02:40:44Z

This is going to be strictly a writing journal, dedicated to helping me keep track of what projects I am working on, which projects I should be working on, and what stories I have started and should finish. In that vein, these are the list of stories that are currently unfinished:

1.) First Steps (BSC)(2/?)
2.) All That Remains (BtVS/X-Men) (2/?)
3.) Coming Darkness (BtVS/HP) (4/?)
4.) Destiny's Call (PR) (3a/18)
5.) The Long Road (BtVS/Blade) (10/27)
6.) Fanfic 100 (MMPR) (3/100)

As I can see, I do have quite away to go just to finish the stories I have already started. Yet, somehow, two plot bunnies are already floating through my head, one involving a Buffy/Pirates of the Caribbean crossover, the other involving Buffy/HP crossover AFTER the seventh season and seventh book, respectively.

I will probably work on something tonight, possibly the BSC one, though any of them would be an improvement over how much I've worked on them in the past. Hopefully this will be a way to help me get going on my writing, instead of spending all of my time RPing.

Yay for updates!

2006-08-12T04:45:17Z

As the title says, yay for updates! I have finished rewriting Chapter 3 of Coming Darkness, a chapter that combines the old chapter 3 AND the old chapter 5. So I'm happy with it and I can now work on the next chapter, which is a completely new chapter in comparision to the old version. Yay!

Also, I dislike plot bunnies. The current one revolves around the Baby-Sitters Club, as random as that is. I think it is a combination of wanting to write about my fave characters in BSC land (Abby) and just cause I've gotten so into the fandom. So, be sure to be on a look-out for that one.

Oh, and if you want to check out Coming Darkness, it is posted at both fanfiction.net and on my Yahoo Group! Enjoy!

Woah...I'm actually updating

2006-07-31T00:05:24Z

Again, I'm all about the sporadic updating. But I have FINALLY managed to rewrite Chapter 2 of Coming Darkness and it is posted both on FFN and on my Yahoo Group. My writing is finally getting up to speed and I've managed to plot out the entire story.

Finally!

2006-01-11T00:17:39Z

I finally finished my secret santa gift! I'm relatively pleased with it, though I do wish I was more into the Buffy/Angel relationship. But I did what I could with it, so I'm happy with that.

Also am posting it here just for the heck of it, mostly so I can keep track of what I've done. Hehe.

Title: Fragments
Characters: Buffy/Angel
Rating: PG
Summary: Four short little fics revolving around Buffy/Angel

Fragments

How long he had been sitting there, he would not have been able to tell. Ever since he had heard her voice, he felt as if he was in a dream. A dream from which he did not want to wake up.

When he had walked into the Hyperion Hotel three months ago to find Willow sitting in the lobby, he had known immediately what was wrong. He knew the woman he loved was dead.

He had spent the summer in a daze, each day dragging by as he would realize each and every morning that she was gone. Really dead this time and not coming back; or so he thought. When he had found out that she had been brought back to life, he was overjoyed and agreed to meet her. Which is why he was now sitting in an almost empty café, staring at the door as he awaited her arrival.

If his heart still beat, it would have stopped when she walked into the room. The long golden hair flowing down her back and hugging her face was just as he remembered. The same slim body that always seemed to fit so well into his arms was familiar, though she seemed skinnier than the girl he remembered. Yet, as soon as he looked into her eyes, he knew she was different.

The hazel eyes he had spent so long gazing into, the eyes that had once shone back at him with so much love, were dead. No warmth shone back from those eyes; only pain. They were cold. He knew right away that she was different. She had changed

Of course she has, he thought to himself as he walked towards her. Willow told you that. Buffy was in hell. Did you honestly believe she would be the same?

“Buffy,” he whispered as she neared him, as if he was still unable to believe it was her. A slight hint of a smile crossed her face, though she said nothing in response. The site of her pain nearly broke his heart and he could not resist the urge to take her in his arms.

Her body stiffened at his touch and she made no movement to hug him back. He pulled away from her, looking into her eyes in concern.

“How are things going?” he asked, trying to prompt a response out of her, almost needing her to respond to believe she really was alive.

She shrugged. “Fine. Back in the demon slaying, so it’s all back to normal Buffy life. Almost normal. Now I have to do mom stuff like deal with money and the house and all other not of the good stuff. But it’s fine.”

“But how are you doing, Buffy?” Angel persisted as the two walked slowly over to a small table and sat down. “I know you’ve been through a lot. I want to help. I’ve been there before; I remember the pain and fear and anger.”

She looked away from him, staring down into her lap as if finding her hands more interesting then the current conversation. Angel reached over to her, trying in vain to comfort her, but she ignored his comforting hand.

“It’s different for everyone,” she said quietly, still not looking up to him. “You can’t help.”

“Buffy…I know it hurts. I understand you’re in pain because of the memories of Hell. I know I can help. Why won’t you let me in?”

His only response was silence. She continued staring down at her hands, allowing the overwhelming quietness to loom as tension between them began to build. Angel stared at her, uncertain of what more to say. When she finally looked up at him, the look in her eyes stunned him.

Unlike what he expected, there was no fear reflecting back in her eyes. Only what he had noticed before, a deep pain that seemed to radiate from her very being. He had looked passed it before, as he was so happy to see hear again, to realize she was alive. But now he realized that she was neither skittish nor timid. Other than the aforementioned pain, he did not see any of the other signs he had expected for someone who had been in Hell.

If Willow hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have thought she was in Hell, he thought.

Sudden insight hit so fast that he physically sat back in his chair, shock overtaking him as he stared deep into her pain-filled eyes.

“Oh Buffy,” he whispered, standing up from his chair and walking over to embrace her. Her body shuddered once at his touch. For what seemed like an eternity he held her close, trying to give her any comfort he could as he realized the truth. When he finally did pull away, he left a hand on her shoulder and kneeled down to look into her eyes.

“They won’t know, do they?” he asked her. As he expected, she shook her head. “How can they not realize what they’ve done to you? They’re your friends. They love you.”

She shrugged again. “Because they were sure that I was in Hell. Because Willow was so proud of what she’d done. Because they wouldn’t be able to believe that.”

He hugged her again, as if wanting to take away all of her pain. He said nothing else, knowing that his words were useless in easing her pain. Knowing that everything was useless in trying to help her.

She won’t let me in, he thought to himself. She won’t let anyone in because they didn’t take her out of Hell. And she’ll never tell them.

He knew that she wondered how he had figured it out. How he, who rarely saw her anymore, had figured it out while those who were closest to her had no idea. But he knew why. He had been through Hell and back before and knew what it had done to him. Knew what it had turned him into and remembered the repercussions. She was nothing like that.

And he knew her better than anyone. He had always and would always be able to read her emotions and feelings no matter how hard she tried to hide them. And he could read it from her. If she was not in Hell, there was no other option.

She was in Heaven.

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She was shopping with Dawn when it hit her. The bags she was carrying slipped out of her hands as she froze in shock, her body going stock-still. Dawn turned to her in alarm, shaking her arm urgently as she tried to break her older sister out of her stupor.

Buffy shook her head, trying to shake away the feeling of fear she felt flooding her body, pouring down her veins, flowing into every crevice of her body. Something was very, very wrong. And she knew exactly what she had to do.

She bought the first flight back to L.A., ignoring Dawn’s and Giles’ insistent pleadings for her not to go. No matter what she did, she could not push the feeling away.

As she stepped out of the plane, a wave of nausea hit and caused her to stagger in her step. The passenger behind grabbed her to keep her from falling, and then asked in concern if she was alright. She merely nodded distractedly before rushing off to her destination, hurrying as quickly as she could to the last place she had visited in L.A. – the Hyperion Hotel.

She never made it to the hotel.

As she hurried along the streets of L.A., passing people joking and laughing, those completely unaware of the evil that lurked in the shadows, she stopped suddenly as she passed an alleyway. The alleyway was as ordinary as any other, with nothing to make it stand out. Yet, something was pulling her towards that alley.

Cautiously stepping into the dark alley, she slowly pulled a stake from out of her coat, looking around carefully, eyes searching the darkened corners of the alley. Movement from the corner drew her attention and if she was anyone but the Slayer, she would not have seen it. She stepped forward carefully, squinting into the darkness to identify the movement.

Her eyes widened in shock as a small gasp escaped from her lips as she recognized the person in the corner. The stake dropped from her hand as she reached forward, fingers trembling.

“Angel?” she whispered, her fingers brushing his bruised face, wincing herself at the scratches and gashes she could see on his face and hands. He gave no response at the touch or at the words. She reached out to touch his shoulder and gently shook him, trying to wake up. Her attempts were in vain.

Knowing there was no place she could go right now, as he could not go out into the bright sunlight, she slowly slid down next to him. Not even caring that her clothes were being ruined by the garbage that lay on the alley floor, she slowly drew him up against her, holding him close.

He’ll recover, she thought to herself. I know he will. And I’ll stay as long as I can to help.

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As snow fell peacefully outside the small wooden cabin, the tension between the occupants inside was thick enough to cut with a knife.

In reality, they should not have actually been there together, especially on today of all days. They should have been with those they considered their family, happily joking and exchanging gifts. Yet, demons and vampires did not care what time of year it may be; any day was a good day to bring about the apocalypse.

So on Christmas Day, they found themselves staring at each other from across a table, neither able to think of anything to say to ease the tension. Too much history lain between the two for them to have anything that resembled a normal conversation. Anytime either would attempt to say anything, they would stop abruptly, afraid of their words hurting the other person. And so the silence loomed.

Each of them cursed themselves for agreeing to this trip, for allowing themselves to be trapped in this awkward position. Yet both admitted to themselves that there had been no other choice. One, the second to last Chosen One, destined to fight against the darkness. The other, a soul-bearing vampire, attempting to redeem himself after all the people he had killed and hurt. Both with destinies that weighed heavily on their souls and both having succumbed to the comforting arms of the other on more than one occasion.

Something that both knew was no longer possible.

The strained relations between former lovers were especially evident between them. Both still desired the other, yet knew that their love was impossible. They could not be together; it turned one into a monster and the other into a hard, bitter person.

And so they sat, staring at one another, both playing with small packages they held in their laps. Exchanging gifts had long since passed for the two, yet neither could overcome the temptation of buying what they thought would be one last gift. One last show of the love that still laid between them, a love that neither had voiced for years.

She was the first to move, which surprised both of them. While in the battlefield she was always the first to action, she had always held back when issues of her heart came to pass. She had been abandoned more than once and now lived in fear of those she loved once again leaving her. Yet, some primal desire caused her to lay her gift to him on the table, the Christmas wrapping paper sparkling in the firelight.

He slowly reached across the table, his hand trembling slightly as he lifted her small gift in his hand and studied the wrapping paper thoughtfully. Though he was aware of her gaze settling on him, her eyes almost unblinking, he did not look up to her. Instead, he slowly pulled the wrapping paper off the gift, the crinkling paper the only sounds other than the crackling fire.

A jeweler’s box was pulled from beneath the paper. He glanced at it quizzically and looked up to meet her gaze. She said nothing, yet her eyes prompted him to open the box.

Inside laid a small locket, what some may have considered being a strange gift to give a man. Yet, unnecessary breathe caught in his throat as he opened the locket. A small image of Connor stared back at him.

The picture sent him back years and he yearned to reach out and touch the brown hair that fell across his son’s face, stare into the eyes that he knew so well. Though he rarely mentioned his son, she saw the pain on his face every time Connor was mentioned. Sometimes, in the rare times they met, she would see his eyes drift to a place faraway and she knew he was thinking about the son he had lost. During those times she wanted nothing more than to ease his pain. Yet, this was all she could do for him. Give him a small gift of remembrance.

A small but rare smile came to his lips as he looked up to her, gratitude shining in his eyes. Words could not express the joy that her simple gift had given him, so he placed his gift to her in her upturned palm.

Without breaking eye-contact, she unwrapped her gift. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the ornate cross in the package beneath. She was transported back years ago, to the moment she had opened up a case just like the one in her hand to find a simple silver cross inside. She had worn that cross almost 24/7 until one day, she had stopped. She had never worn that necklace since then and it sat silently in her collection of crosses.

She slowly pulled the ornate cross from out of the box, clutching it firmly in her hands, as if believing it would disappear if she did not hold onto it tightly. She smiled thankfully at him as she continued clutching the cross.

And so the night continued, with no words being spoken. Yet, the tension that had once been in the room had dissipated. Outside of their cabin, the snow continued falling, the white Christmas reminiscent of their last Christmas together. While much had changed, they still remained a Slayer and her vampire.

****

The marble was cold beneath his fingertips.

The night air was cold, even for a winter in Cleveland, and tiny snowflakes brushed across his skin as he kneeled on the fresh mound of dirt. Even with the chill of the air, the coolness of the weather did not phase him; in fact, he barely noticed it at all. All he could feel was the cold marble that numbed his fingers.

Yet, perhaps it was not the marble that was the cause of the numb feeling. As he stared down at the marble gravestone, he realized she was gone from him forever. And this time, she would not be coming back.

While he had realized that before, as he had been there for her final moments, seeing the headstone beneath him made her death seem so final. Made her death real.

Though, he admitted to himself, he felt as if he knew the end was coming. That he knew something was about to change in his life forever. Even she seemed to realize that something was different about the battle they were about to face. As the snow picked up and started falling more heavily around him, his mind drifted back to their conversation before the battle.

“Are you ready?” he asked as she walked into the living room, idly twirling a stake between her fingers. His voice seemed to startle her as she jumped slightly, eyes widened in surprise as she looked at him.

“As ready as I can be,” she said nonchalantly. Though the tone of her voice was light, he could tell that there was something she was not saying. Something that was bothering her a great deal.

He walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, looking down at her in concern. “What’s wrong, Buffy? You’ve faced worse than this before. Why all troubled?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. I feel like this battle is…different. Like it’s not the typical apocalypse. Something is going to happen tonight, Angel. I can feel it.”

He had no response to her statement. Instead, he pulled her into his arms, trying to give her any comfort he could. Yet, even he knew that the comfort was not enough and never would be. The comfort he wanted to give her he could not; both knew that.

“Angel, if something happens to me tonight…”

“It won’t,” he interrupted, still holding her tightly in his arms. “You’ll survive this battle, just like you’ve survived every other battle.”

She smiled sadly at him as she slowly pulled out of the safety of his arms. “Every battle is a risk, Angel. And I haven’t survived every battle. One day my luck is going to run out. No matter how good I am, how many battles I survived, I will die. And I’m not afraid of dying anymore, though I don’t have a desire to die like I did after my resurrection. I just know it will happen someday. And maybe that someday will be tonight.”

“No,” he responded, not wanting to believe her. “You will survive tonight. And you’ll live until you’re fully baked cookie Buffy.”

A short snort of laughter escaped her. “Oh God, I can’t believe you still remember that. I have no idea what the hell I was on when I was saying that. You’re never gonna let me forget that, huh?”

“Never. I kinda thought you were a little crazy when you were talking about the cookie dough.”

Buffy shrugged, though she could not help but smiling back at him. She impulsively hugged him before reaching for the sword that lay on the table. Swinging it once she looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Ready to beat the big bad?” she asked.

“As long as I get the dragon.”

She rolled her eyes as the two slowly walked out of the room. “What’s with you and dragons? Don’t you remember the last time you faced a dragon? Does almost burned to a crisp ring a bell?”

“I was young and impulsive. I’ve matured since then.”

“Angel, you’re over 200 years old. I don’t think 15 years is going to make a different in maturing you.”

While some part of him still laughed over part of their conversation, he could not push away her feelings before the battle. She had known, as if by some sixth sense, that the battle would be her last. And he had not wanted to believe it.

Now he had no other choice. She lay buried in the freshly dug grave, her spirit moving on probably back to a place she had once been and probably secretly longed for – Heaven.

And he stayed behind. Since he had signed away his chance of becoming a human, he knew that he would never see her again. Vampires, even ones with souls, would never be allowed in Heaven.

So he would continue fighting against his own kind and other demons on Earth. While time would pass and all those who knew her but him would die, he would never let her memory die. He will always remind others of the woman that changed his life – of the strong, brave Slayer who risked everything to save those she loved.

Yep, again...

2005-12-26T23:42:14Z

With the sporadic updates. Oh well - it happens.

Been busy busy busy! Hopefully the business with slow down a little...maybe. Def have to finish the secret santa fanfic. Hopefully I'll get it finished/worked on/much progress made on it tonight. I've got my fingers crossed, at least. That's my plan and I'm hopefully sticking to it.

So really looking forward to New Years! Hopefully my string of really fun New Years will continue - though after the DDR, the drinking, the candy, and the hanging out with really good friends before "the group" dissolved, last year will be hard to top. Though I have a gut feeling this year will be a lot of fun, so I have faith in it for this year.

And with that, I'm off. Hopefully to go shopping (hehe) and get some writing done.

I'm a sporadic updater at best.

2005-12-12T17:47:00Z

Yeah, I totally suck at updating this journal. I guess I just get too distracted with other things to worry about this, especially when I'm not getting any writing done. *pout*

My calc book has been loaned to someone for all of next semester. :) Now it doesn't have to stare down at me from my big pile of books, laughing at me because it loves torturing me. So...yay for no longer having to look at the EVIL calc book. Nope, def not a fan of calc. It can bite me.

Slowly working on both a teaser fic (at least one) and the main fic for the secret santa. Very slowly, though, bc I have been busy studying for finals, finishing stuff up, and all that exciting stuff. Hopefully will get the teaser fic out by the end of the week (here's to hoping, at least) and can get working on maybe another one and the main one. I've got my fingers crossed.

Also hoping that I can get parts of The Long Road revised and finished. Considering I only have four new chapters left to write and only a few to finish rewriting, I think I can do this. At least get it finished because people have enjoyed it and because it'll be a weight off of my shoulder so I no longer have to think about it. And can then start working on Coming Darkness and my whole big Star Wars/PR crossover thing.

So on my fanfic plate at the moment:
1.) Finish secret santa stories
2.) Finish The Long Road
3.) Working on fanfic100 assignment.

Have also been thinking about venturing into some different fandoms. I had an idea for a Peter Pan fic (from the 2003 movie) that I think could have a possiblity to come out nicely. Also some other random things...think it would be bad of me to do another fanfic100 type deal, except this time at twisting the hellmouth for Buffy/PR crossover? Yeah, me too. But I might keep that on my possible list - when I finish some of the other stuff, of course. So, to match the other list, here is a possibility list (mostly so I can remember)

1.) Peter Pan fanfic?
2.) tth100 Buffy/PR
3.) BSC fanfic?
4.) Animorphs fanfic?
5.) Frost fanfic100?

Who knows. I've always got tons of ideas and never enough time/motivation. We'll see how it goes. Until then, catch ya on the flipside!

045 - Moon

2005-12-05T01:39:54Z

Title: The Man in the Moon
Fandom: Mighty Morphin Power Rangers
Characters: One of the power rangers.
Prompt: 045 - Moon
Word Count: 212
Rating: G
Author's Notes: One of the rangers looks up at the moon, contemplating their feelings.

For my entire childhood, I really believed there was a man in the moon.

Every night I would look up at the moon and would see the smiling face of the man looking down on me, as if he were watching out for me, protecting me from all the scary monsters and people who roamed during the night. I was always safe when the moon was out, when I could see the man in the moon smiling down on me.

But then I grew up.

It has been three months since I became a Power Ranger. Three months since I stopped thinking of the moon as smiling down on me. Now, it smirks.

Rita sits up there in her palace on the moon, each day sending down a new monster in her attempt to conquer the Earth. And the moon houses her evil, protects her from us. We can never go to the moon – we cannot escalate a battle or we risk becoming as bad as those we face.

And so, when I now look up at the moon, it seems to be smirking down at me. Its smirk holds the promise of new attacks, new threats upon the earth.

I no longer want to believe in the man in the moon.

Yay!

2005-12-05T01:28:18Z

So, have FINALLY gotten another entry for fanfic100 written and hopefully, will be getting a few more done within the next two weeks. *fingers crossed* Also, hope to work on both my btvs_santa assignment as well as The Long Road (which I haven't worked on since last January. Oops. My bad.) So, hoping to get that stuff worked on.

The secret santa assignment will be a bit challenging, IMO, since it is something I haven't really written before. But we shall see how it goes.

glitterangelem @ 2005-11-28T17:05:00

2005-11-28T22:06:50Z

Your Eyes Should Be Brown

Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom

What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart

What Color Should Your Eyes Be?

Meme

2005-11-28T22:04:26Z

Your Birthdate: January 23

You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem.
You're good at so much - you never know what to do.
Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long.
You are destined for a life of travel and fun.

Your strength: Your likeability

Your weakness: You never feel satisfied

Your power color: Bright yellow

Your power symbol: Asterisk

Your power month: May

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Hmm....interesting. And also kinda true. I am good at a lot of things, which is why I'm always so frusterated that I'm never good enough at one thing. I also LOVE change (though my ex didn't think so. whatev, since EVERYONE else I know thinks I'm actually really good at dealing with it). And travel? Fun? I'm there!! Though, gotta say, not a really big fan of yellow. And hmm...power month is May? Who do I know that has a birthday in May ;) Anyway, interesting.

Still a slacker

2005-11-28T19:18:32Z

Yeesh. It's been over a month since I last updated. Crazy, busy month, but still...didn't meant to do that! But yay for the end of the semester being only three weeks away! *happy dance* But, I still have a lot to do before then, including take the GRE on Thursday. *SCARED*

But anyway, haven't gotten much writing done, though I do hope to get a little fic finished today for the fanfic100, as I still have 99 to go *whimper*. But I will get it done!! I don't know when, exactly, but I will finish all 100 fics. So there.

Well, should prob get back to work. *pout* Until next time, adios and catch ya on the flipside!

As things slowly get back to normal

2005-10-26T23:58:33Z

Yeah, so I survived Homecoming weekend. This is a plus. Though it was a very...interesting homecoming weekend, what with my former taekwondo instructor hitting on me. Very strange. Def was not expecting that.

But got to see tons of people I haven't seen since last year! Which was TOTALLY awesome and lots of fun, though I was kinda drunk. THough there's nothing wrong with that. As long as I'm not totally drunk/not aware of what is going on/not remembering things/not getting sick, everything is good. Those things are just not allowed. Nope. Not at all.

Ok - time for me to do work and then watch the baseball game! Rooting for the Astros cause I'm not ready for baseball to be over with for the year! *sniff*

First entry for fanfic100!

2005-10-22T20:42:13Z

Title: Discovered Secrets
Fandom: Mighty Morphin Power Rangers
Characters: Kimberly Anne Harte's daughter.
Prompt: 028 Children
Word Count: 948
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Future fic involving one of the Mighty Morphin Power Ranger's children.

Discovered Secrets

She found them in the attic.

She had been searching for old memorabilia she could use for a school history project and, since her mom kept everything, she figured she could find something useful.

After sorting through boxes of photographs, little trinkets, and other stuff she privately considered junk, she found four slightly squashed boxes at the bottom of a giant pile of stuff. The first box was boring – old photographs. She rolled her eyes at her mom’s lack of organization and opened the second one.

Bright pink books, each carefully labeled “Kimberly Anne Harte”, stared back at her.

She carefully pulled one of the books out, opening it to find her mom’s familiar handwriting on the pages.

Her diary!, she concluded as she skimmed through the page, chuckling as her mom’s teenage self complained about homework, classes, and gossiped about boys. She laughed and shook her head at her teenage’s mom self, mentally storing the information to tease her about later. She closed the diary and was about to put it back in the box when a picture fell out.

She picked the fallen picture up and looked at it. Six smiling teens, her mother one of them, stared back at her. She rolled her eyes at her mom’s almost all-pink outfit and turned the picture over, wondering who the others were.

The only words written on the back were “The Team”.

Puzzled over her mom’s word choice, Team? Was she on a sports team?, she opened up the diary to the page where the picture had fallen and started reading. Eyes opened wide as she read the entries, time seemingly frozen as she was overwhelmed by what she read.

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was horrible. I have never been more terrified in my life. I mean, being a ranger is scary sometimes, but to know that I’m taking care of the people of Angel Grove helps me overcome that fear. But the last couple days, yesterday especially, made me question being a ranger.

Jason was kidnapped.

He was taken to some dimension – I don’t remember what Billy said – where he had to fight Goldar AND the Green Ranger! Unmorphed! I know Jason is good at karate, but he could have died! If they hadn’t teleported him out when they did, he could have been killed. Maybe being a power ranger isn’t all I thought it was. Like, it was luck that we got Jason out when we did. What good are powers if they can’t protect us when we need it?

The entry ended abruptly. She stared at the entry in shock, trying to digest the astonishing information she had just read. Mom? Mom was a power ranger?? How? I mean…why didn’t she tell me? It doesn’t make sense! Mom’s not a fighter!

Determined to find answers, she skimmed through the diary, learning about the daily battles, the excitement, the fear her mother felt. Thousands of unanswered questions swam through her head the more she read.

It just doesn’t make sense! How could mom have been a power ranger? She’s not the kind of person who could do that.

Yet, even as she thought that, stories and memories came to her. Stories her dad would always tell about her mom protecting the other gymnasts from the space aliens that attacking during The Countdown. Her mom would always laugh and tell him to stop exaggerating the stories.

When they were leaving the mall one day and the guy tried to steal her mom’s purse. She didn’t even remember how it happened but within seconds, the guy was on the ground and her mom was glaring down at him, her purse firmly clutched in her hand.

How her mom sometimes seemed vague about stories about high school. How all the stories seemed like they were missing something, how were mom got that faraway look in her eyes sometimes, like she was remembering something important, something that can’t be shared with anyone else.

How sometimes, when she was talking to Uncle Rocky, she would sound so sad as she asked how everyone had drifted apart, because of the bond that all of them had.

As she sat there in the slowly darkening attic, a voice startled her from her thoughts and caused her to jump.

“Melissa Trini Cooper! Have you not heard me calling you for the last 10 minutes?”

Melissa turned towards the doorway of the attic, placing the diary carefully in the box as she turned to look at her mom. Her slightly graying brown hair was tied up carefully in a bun as she stared down at her daughter. With her hands firmly planted on her hips, she was the picture of righteous indignity.

“Sorry mom,” Melissa apologized as she slowly stood up, hoping her mother would not recognize the boxes. “I was looking for old memorabilia for my history project and I got distracted by the old photos and stuff.”

Her mom’s face softened at the explanation. “That’s fine, honey. Next time, try to answer me sooner so I don’t start worrying that something happened to you. Dinner is ready, so wash up and come downstairs.”

“K mom,” she replied, watching as her mom nodded and walked out of the attic. Melissa turned to close the box, but hesitated. In a split-second decision, she pulled the diary she had been reading out of the box and closed the box. Holding the diary against her chest, she made her way too her room.

I can’t ask mom about this now. There’s too much to deal with. Maybe reading the diary will help me learn more about the “Kimberly Anne Harte” that I never knew existed.

Well, today is better than last night

2005-10-17T00:37:21Z

My football team lost last night :( It was very sad, because now they prob won't make the play-offs. High school football, btw. And another one of their big players is injured, so it was just a very sad game to attend. But that's the way of sports - one team slowly fades away and another one takes their place. Still sad though.

Yeah, haven't started working on fanfic (my bad!) but hopefully will have some time this week, since I do have some ideas about the fanfic100. Keeping my fingers crossed that I will end up having more free time than I expected. With one of my classes canceled, though, there is a possiblity for that.

:)

2005-10-15T18:46:12Z

So it is now official: I am part of the fanfic100 project. So I'll probably start writing as soon as I can, cause I already have some story ideas. Yay! Feels so great to have the creativity going again, cause I've been stuck for awhile.

But hopefully I'll be able to start working on the fanfic100 project tomorrow - and maybe some other fanfics. Today I'm booked. All day. Gotta go to a football game, which should be fun. Maybe I'll bring a portable radio with me so I can listen to baseball game tonight (total baseball fan!). My team isn't even in the play-offs, yet I think I've watched or seen parts of every single play-off game. Yay baseball and yay sports in general! Anyway, time for me to take off!

glitterangelem @ 2005-10-13T14:38:00

2005-10-13T18:42:36Z

Forgot to add this: Big shiny table for fanfic100. AHH!! :)

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

It's been a summer...

2005-10-13T18:33:28Z

Long time since I've posted! Yep, still alive...just been incredibly busy. Since I didn't really have internet this summer, since I was working across the country from where I live, I couldn't post that well. Internet typically helps this.

Anyway, still working on stories. Just signed up for fanfic100 (scary!) on Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. Have had some story ideas running through my head, but I do intend to finish my unfinished fics! I really will!

Real life has been fun (haven't felt like that in awhile!) and for those of you wondering why I didn't exactly get any fic done since January...let's just say things were not going well for awhile and working on fanfic was the last thing on my mind. But I am back and I do intend to get stuff done. Just a little slowly. Until next time, adios and catch ya on the flipside!

:)

2005-01-06T22:19:37Z

Just finished revising Chapter 8 of The Long Road! Yay! *does happy dance* One more down, a bunch to go!

Chapter 7!

2005-01-06T04:40:29Z

Finished revising Chapter 7 of The Long Road, which is again posted on my yahoo group. It is only a few days past when I wanted it done, but it happens - I'm not worried about it at all. I'm still plugging along with that fic, and I do hope to have the next couple chapters finished ASAP. I really want to get the revising done by the end of my break, but I'm not sure if it is possible. But I'll be working towards that!

Yay!

2004-12-31T06:12:48Z

I finished my Buffy Secret Santa gifts! Yay! Hopefully, mzzgoddessblue will enjoy her gifts. Anyway, they are posted on my Yahoo Group if anyone has the desire to check them out.

I can now go back to working on The Long Road, as Chapter 7 is still in the works. *crosses fingers* Hopefully, I can finish that by January 2, though I am not making any promises.

Yay!

2004-12-26T01:42:38Z

I guess I really am on a roll this time. Chapter 6 of The Long Road is finished being revised and is posted on my yahoo group. I hope to get one or two more chapters done before Monday, though Monday I will have to take a break. I have to finish my secret santa gift before the 1st, and I have to rewatch the first two episodes of Buffy to finish it. But still, I think I've got a pretty good pace going. Yay me!

Yet again...

2004-12-25T03:39:31Z

Another revised chapter finished! Yay for finishing Chapter 5! Only...16 more chapters to revise before I can start adding new chapters. :-D

Yet another chapter!

2004-12-24T21:57:36Z

Finished revising Chapter 4 of The Long Road. I really hope to get two more chapters done by Monday. *crosses fingers* I've gotten back into the groove of this story and I do know what I want to do with it, so I think that I can finish it over break. Hopefully, that isn't just wishful thinking. But, off I go now - dinner time!