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| Joss Whedon and Co. own everything pretaing to BtVS. I just borrowed them for your enjoyment. No copyright infringment was intended. I'm poor don't sue. |
| Hello Everybody- I know I've been MIA for a few months and the site hasn't recieved it's much needed attention by me. Tons of badness and a very bad breakup forced me away, but now I'm back and hoping to make it up to you wonderful people who put up with me. I'm working on two new fics which should be out soon once I quit catching up with Tygerlily and start working. Hopefully it will be the way I want it soon. Enjoy ~VanessaSky~ |
| Updates December 24 Well, Happy Holidays to all, I hope we all have a good New Year. I'm praying that the site will be ready by the end of the month, and there will be new fics for everybody to read. Please sign my guestbook while you look around. |
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| All lyrics, and music you see on this site belongs to the artist, recording company, and writers. They in no way belong to me. Once again, I'm poor don't sue. |
Quote of the Day Angel: Am I a thing worth saving, huh? Am I a righteous man? The world wants me gone! Buffy: What about me? I love you so much...and I tried to make you go away...I killed you and it didn't help. I hate that it's so hard, and you can hurt me so much. I know everything that you did, because you did it to me. I wish I wished you dead. I don't, I can't. Amends, Season 3 |
| Poem When We Two Parted When we two parted in scilence and tears, Half-broken hearted to sever for years Pale grew thy cheek and cold Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold sorrow to this. The dew of the morning sunk chill on my brow-It felt like the warning of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, and light is thy fame I hear thy name spoken, And share in it's shame. They name thee before me A knell to mine ear. A shudder comes o'er me-why wert thou so dear? They know not I know thee, who knew thee too well:-Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met- In scilence I grieve That thy heart could forget, Thy spirt decieve If I should meet thee After long years, how should I greet thee?- With scilence and tears. -George Gordon and Lord Byron |