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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters portrayed in the following fictional story. Summary: My own twist on the final fight up on the roof top. Authors note: Yes I have other fics to deal with; yes I'm getting to it. But I had this idea and I just had to do it!! And I'm sorry the specifics are a little cloudy in my head so if I make an obvious mistake, SHH!! It had gone wrong, everything had gone wrong. All the planning, the waiting and all that work had gone to shit. And here they were, it had all come down to this. If she was going out, she was going with a bang and a flash of glory. The two slayers stood on the rooftop poised an

Disclaimer: All characters are property of verity gregory, any resemblance to persons alvie or dead is purely unintentional. AN: Im back people and heres a little something....enjoy!! The sun shone down on the front of the buildings steps. A worried look across her face, had she got the right place? Was this it, and more importantly, was she in there? Climbing the steps a million thoughts of elation and doubt crossed her mind. But what was she going to say if she was in or even worse, what would she do if she wasn't? In the reception area she stood slightly bouncing nervously on her feet as the receptionist acknowledged she was there. "Hey

The untitled works of a bitter soul… *** With the touch of my hand Or word from my heart I try to give you gold But all around me turns to ash I want to lift you up Give you all I've got Share my heart with yours But it all burns down [down] Cos' I'm a pyro, pyromaniac I want the fire, I want the pain, I want to feel the burn all over again With it all to lose and nothing to gain You tried to change how I felt Tried to help me fight the fire Sooth the burn But I'll never change At my hand it all burns Breaks and dies My gold over come by my flames Cos' I'm a pyro, pyromaniac I want the fire, I want the pain, I want to f