Drabbles
This is incredibly, unbelievably random, but I was putting together a fic index, and I realized I was missing some drabbles. Back in April of '08, a bunch of us participated in the "first line meme," where you post the first lines of all your fics, and then other people comment with drabbles using those lines. I posted the first three I wrote here, and then wrote two more, which I posted in response to clawofcat's meme, but never transferred them to my LJ. So here they are, eight months later....
Rescue
The walk back home is long, forged in a lumbering, unsteady gait. Spike's weight hangs heavy between them as they half-drag, half-carry him back to his crypt. Barely conscious, his head lolls to the side, coming to rest on Xander's shoulder, and it's then that Xander realizes just how injured Spike must be.
With some careful maneuvering, they manage to get him splayed out on the sarcophagus. Giles glances at Spike like he's changed his mind, like he wishes they had just staked him back at Glory's apartment.
Xander meets the Watcher's eyes and shakes his head. "Let him be."
First Impression
The room buzzes with kinetic energy, vibrations conducting through the floor, jumping from body to body so that his chest pounds like he still has a pulse. He skirts the edge of the dance floor, slipping through the crowd with ease, his eyes trained on her. Oblivious, she dances with her friends, hypnotizing him with the back and forth of her hips.
His skin tingles with anticipation; he needs to see her in action, see if she can really dance.
Scanning the crowd for his minion, his tongue slides across his lower lip, and he can already taste her blood.
Rescue
The walk back home is long, forged in a lumbering, unsteady gait. Spike's weight hangs heavy between them as they half-drag, half-carry him back to his crypt. Barely conscious, his head lolls to the side, coming to rest on Xander's shoulder, and it's then that Xander realizes just how injured Spike must be.
With some careful maneuvering, they manage to get him splayed out on the sarcophagus. Giles glances at Spike like he's changed his mind, like he wishes they had just staked him back at Glory's apartment.
Xander meets the Watcher's eyes and shakes his head. "Let him be."
First Impression
The room buzzes with kinetic energy, vibrations conducting through the floor, jumping from body to body so that his chest pounds like he still has a pulse. He skirts the edge of the dance floor, slipping through the crowd with ease, his eyes trained on her. Oblivious, she dances with her friends, hypnotizing him with the back and forth of her hips.
His skin tingles with anticipation; he needs to see her in action, see if she can really dance.
Scanning the crowd for his minion, his tongue slides across his lower lip, and he can already taste her blood.