AN1: A long time ago I saw a picture which depicted a big door and enormous steps before it. Lots of people/others sat/stood/played/knelt/fought on them. Over the doors it read 'Welcome to Hell'
Surprise Meetings
"Why are you here?" Cordelia asked conversationally.
"A misunderstanding," Tara shrugged. "Seems my death triggered a near-Apocalypses. When I said Willow did it out of grief they wanted to file it against her. I told them not to." She sighed. "There's lots of paperwork to do. What about you?"
"I was bored," she answered simply. "Nothing to do in my body..."
Suddenly a guy appeared. "Miss Chase." He looked anxiously at her. "They are already in your room."
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "They won't notice if I'm not there." She patted the empty place beside her. "Sit and rest, Dennis."
Little Bads
"I only possessed her! Aren't children ours? Flesh of our flesh and blood o-" Mid-rant Catherine's eyes went round. "Ouch, doesn't it hurt?" she asked sympathetically.
"Not really." The brunette's head did another 180°. "Don't let those morons bother you, they never understand. I've been telling them it's my nature to do what I did. They still don't get it."
"Yeah, morons!" Catherine agreed. "What's her deal?" she whispered, motioning to the silent brunette sitting at Natalie's other side.
"She wants her glove back," she explained, "They still won't say where it is, will they, Gwendolyn?"
Ms. Post only nodded.
No Talking To Yourself
"Why does he get to be in demon form?" he complained, pointing to the vampire below them.
Silence.
"Sure, I was human for some centuries but, I did finish my Ascension! I deserve some acknowledgement!"
Silence.
"I, the genius who built Sunnydale, am denied the privilege to show my rightful form while he, petty Master who always hid in that Bat-Cave and couldn't even drown the girl properly, shows his true face?"
Silence.
"Oh, please! Will you never talk to me again?"
Snyder kept silent, eyeing the Mayor hatefully. He wouldn't speak until he heard his apologies for eating him.