My Favorite Weapon.
Spike's Favorite Weapon: Drabble
Word Count: 140
Posted for wlwolframhart's !writing challenge one.
He sneered at her cockily as she tried to reach for the stake just inches away.
Her struggling beneath him was just increasing his need to feed, and his other needs.
Spike didn't have to reach for a weapon; he had his with him, always with him.
He let her slip for a moment, allowing her to get closer to the stake, just to mock her. He knew who was going to survive this battle.
Tiring of her pointless efforts to get the upper hand her put on his game face.
As he dragged his weapons across her neck, watching the blood start to pour into the grass, a faint thought brought a smile to his lips.
Soon he and Dru would be in Sunnydale, and soon he would taste his third Slayer.
It was just a matter of time.
Word Count: 140
Posted for wlwolframhart's !writing challenge one.
He sneered at her cockily as she tried to reach for the stake just inches away.
Her struggling beneath him was just increasing his need to feed, and his other needs.
Spike didn't have to reach for a weapon; he had his with him, always with him.
He let her slip for a moment, allowing her to get closer to the stake, just to mock her. He knew who was going to survive this battle.
Tiring of her pointless efforts to get the upper hand her put on his game face.
As he dragged his weapons across her neck, watching the blood start to pour into the grass, a faint thought brought a smile to his lips.
Soon he and Dru would be in Sunnydale, and soon he would taste his third Slayer.
It was just a matter of time.