The title of this chapter nearly made me run away screaming but I managed to take a few deep breaths and “soldiered on” as Giles might say. Loved the “Chatty Cathy Dungeon Master” name but how anyone that has to deal with him restrains from slapping him I’ll never understand. I’m always happy when the wanker is dusted – just hope your evil muse doesn’t make it cause problems for them later. Seems like the Reds recognized that Bess is a slayer, at least there’s her mother and two actual Spikes (mmmm two Spikes….) that can hopefully ride to the rescue.

Author's Response: Hi Melly! I will warn you when the angst really amps up again (and it will), Andrew does kinda need to be slapped once in a while. Where's Bad-cop-Anya when you need her? :) Hey, a story where Angel gets dusted TWICE ... ?? My muse is doing cartwheels ... although I'm afraid he may have some more sinister plans for the consequences of that... :O Mmmmmmm .... two Spikes ... dreamy sigh ... :) Thanks Melly! Love hearing from you!