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TITLE: The End
RATING: PG
SETTING: Chainverse, post-Chain.
Could also be BtVS post-S6.
When last we saw our heroes…
Though his hand shakes as he pours another taza of
tequila, his voice remains steady.
…They had renounced their villainous ways and
teamed up with the Slayer and her band of evil-fighters…
He re-reads Jonathan's note: “It wasn’t supposed
to be this way.”
…And under the guidance of the wise and handsome
Warren, they helped to rid the world of monsters…
Kneeling beside the body of his fallen compadre, he
pulls the gun from Jonathan’s lifeless hand.
…And they all…
He presses the barrel against his temple and closes his eyes.
… Lived happily ever—
TITLE: Slip
RATING: R
SETTING: BtVS S6. Requested Spuffy. This
is my attempt at the pr0n.
He
was pinned down. Wouldn’t’ve been able to escape
if he’d wanted to. And he surely didn’t want
to.
A
heavy rain of blows and kisses and… well, blows fell
down on him; a barrage that spoke little of love but volumes
of need, desire, passion. He took what he could get, always
hoping for more. For now, it’s enough just to feel… something.
Anything.
Arching
his back, he moaned in utter bliss–
– then the worst bloody thing that could possibly
happen–
“Oh god, Angel, yeah!”
They both froze in shock at the fateful exclamation.
“Uh… Buffy. I meant Buffy.”
TITLE: Delusions
RATING: G
SETTING: AtS, mid-S5. More requested Spuffy.
"You're the one I want, Spike. Not some hulking forehead
with teeth."
Grasping her tightly, he pulls her close; presses his lips
against—
"Spike? What the hell—?"
Angel.
Buffy's image slips from Spike's hands & crashes to
the floor, glass & frame shattering. Spike winces.
"What? Nothing! What?" He overcorrects, leaping
from the chair & sidling innocently to the window.
Angel snatches up his precious photograph, brushing off
bits of glass.
"It's pointless, Spike." Angel reproaches. "She’ll
never be yours. You're not worthy of her," he adds,
wistfully caressing the photograph.
Spike looks away, out over the city.
Wanker.
TITLE: Order
RATING: G
SETTING: BtVS, pre-series
NOTES: The
first drabble I ever wrote. A response to a request for stories
based on a news item about a man chasing another man down
the street and decapitating him, claiming that the victim
had been possessed by a demon and must be slain.Apparently
this is also my first intro that is nearly as long as the
story.
The Council had arranged for his release.
Of course.
The disapproval from his superiors over the whole ugly incident
swirled around him like a fog, not quite penetrating the numbness
he had felt since the initial pursuit; since the…
Since the extermination.
He nodded along almost serenely as he was lectured about “duty” and “responsibilty.” About
respecting the forces of nature. Yes. They were right. Had always
been right. He’d been a fool. An arrogant fool. He rubbed
at the tattoo on his arm.
Poor Randall.
He returned to Oxford the day after his release. He never returned
Ethan's calls.
TITLE: Chaos
RATING: G
SETTING: BtVS, pre-series
NOTES: The companion piece to Order.
Randall
had been a ponce. They should've know he wouldn't be able
to handle it. Bloody Ripper…letting such a little poofter
into the circle in the first place.
“What’s wrong Ethan?” Ripper had teased. “Jealous?”
Bloody Ripper.
One little incident and off he scampers to his Council, tail
tucked between his legs. Not even a goodbye for his best mate.
Even the others won’t play anymore. Not that he gives
a toss about them. It had always been him and Ripper. Sod everyone
else.
Until Randall.
Well, he doesn’t feel bad. Doesn’t need Ripper
to have fun. He’ll prove it, too.
TITLE: Old
Time's Sake
RATING: G
SETTING: Drabble — set in the "Superstar-verse"
“Well, what are you waiting for? He slid the package further
across the table.
His companion made no move to accept it.
“Do you honestly expect –” the other man scolded, “after
everything you’ve done – for me to accept anything
at all from such a loathsome creature as yourself?”
“Oh, honestly, Ripper! Loathsome!” he responded, waving
away the insult. “Playful, more like. And I promise,
this time – no tricks. It’s a gift from me to you.
For old time’s sake.”
At last, Ripper relented, unwrapping his new calendar.
“Dear Lord! Th-thank you!” he breathed, as Ethan, smirking,
sipped his beer.
TITLE: Sifting
RATING: G
SETTING: AtS, post-Damage
She's never alone. Even when it seems that she might be, she
smells them. Following, unseen. Watching her.
Watchers. Watchers watch the Slayer. No more Watchers. Slayers
watching Her.
She's the Slayer.
She watches too. Watches for Him. She doesn't believe what
they tell her.
She feels Him in shadows. When they take her Outside, always
in groups of six or more, she sees Him in passing faces.
They won't let her kill Him. They tell her He's gone. They
tell her it's safe. She knows better.
He's out there. And one day, she'll kill Him.
The Slayer kills monsters.
END
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