Challenge entry: In harm’s way
Title: In harm’s way
Author: lilachigh
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ME not me.
Prompt: Challenge - I Ate a Decorator Once
Setting: End of Graduation Day (2) Season 3
Word Count: 710
Rating: PG13 for language
Author’s Note: I wrote a drabble for my Never Ever Tell series which was based on a similar theme but this one is new.
In harm’s way
Sunnydale High School lay in ruins, smoke drifting up into the dark sky. Buffy stood, staring out past the fire engines and ambulances to where a dark coated figure had just walked away from her. She wondered in a detached fashion if she was going to die. The pain in her heart was so bad, so overwhelming. How could he do that to her? She would never have hurt him in that way. OK, she could send him to Hell, but he was delivering her to a hell on earth and for no good reason except he couldn’t cope!
Had he tried, really really tried to lift the curse? She knew she wouldn’t have ever stopped if their roles had been reversed. She would have found books, consulted witches, used every power in her to keep them together. Not just walk away!
Then the hairs on the back of her neck wriggled in a way that said only one thing to her, vampire! Angel was back! He hadn’t left her. She was still the love of his life.
She spun round, her eyes wide and green with happiness and desire. “Spike!” Tears of disappointment stung her eyes and she glared at the slim blond vampire with hatred and an overwhelming desire to kill him where he stood.
“Don’t sound so pleased to see me, Slayer. Give a chap the feeling he might be important to you.”
“What the heck are you doing here?”
Spike lit a cigarette and blew the smoke deliberately in her face, enjoying her coughing fit. “Just passing. Heard about the Ascension from a couple of vamps; thought I’d stop by to see the fun.”
“Fun? Is that what you call a giant snake eating innocent people?”
Spike looked bewildered. “Well, it certainly isn’t a tragedy, is it? Although I suppose if you’re one of those people it might be. Anyway, I only saw the tail vanishing inside the school and then - wham - no more snake, no more school.”
“And now no more you - just keep going - out of my sight. I’m not in the mood to deal with you tonight. I can’t take any more.”
Spike smirked. “Well, seeing as I’ve just seen Mr Broody Pants trudging off into the night, all gelled hair and martyred forehead, you certainly won’t be taking anything from him.”
Buffy snapped. She hurt so much. All she wanted was to inflict the same sort of pain on someone else. And she couldn’t be nasty to Xander or Willow. Even snapping at Cordelia was no fun. But Spike! Here was someone she could hurt, because hitting Spike felt oddly like hitting herself and the more pain she gave her body, the less she would feel in her heart.
Without even thinking further, she swung her fist and felt the satisfying crump of it hitting the vampire’s nose. He staggered backwards, yelling.
“Bloody Hell, Slayer. What did you do that for?”
“Just get out of my sight, Spike, before I put a stake where I should have put one years ago.”
Spike snarled and limped into the shadows, watching her slim figure stalk away into the smoke. God, how he hated that girl. He dabbed the blood from his nose and licked his fingers.
“Buffy Summers has always been a bitch.”
He looked up. Another blonde was standing there. Great - late supper! If he couldn’t have one, he’d have another. Then he tensed, scented the air and relaxed. Vampire, and newly turned by the smell of it.
“Did she hurt you?”
Spike laughed. “Take more than a punch from the Slayer to hurt me, pet.”
The blonde stepped closer and Spike grinned down at her. Big eyes, big tits: he had nothing or no one better to do this evening.
“What’s your name?”
“Harmony Kendall. What’s yours?”
“Harm!” He laughed. “Good name for a vampire. I’m Spike.”
The girl giggled and he winced a little; that sound could get old really fast. He wished he could just get her in bed or up against the wall. A man had needs and since Dru had - well, he wasn’t like Liam. He wasn’t going to walk away from anything on offer.
Another giggle pierced the air. “Spike’s a silly name. You’ll be my Blondie Bear.”
ends
Author: lilachigh
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ME not me.
Prompt: Challenge - I Ate a Decorator Once
Setting: End of Graduation Day (2) Season 3
Word Count: 710
Rating: PG13 for language
Author’s Note: I wrote a drabble for my Never Ever Tell series which was based on a similar theme but this one is new.
In harm’s way
Sunnydale High School lay in ruins, smoke drifting up into the dark sky. Buffy stood, staring out past the fire engines and ambulances to where a dark coated figure had just walked away from her. She wondered in a detached fashion if she was going to die. The pain in her heart was so bad, so overwhelming. How could he do that to her? She would never have hurt him in that way. OK, she could send him to Hell, but he was delivering her to a hell on earth and for no good reason except he couldn’t cope!
Had he tried, really really tried to lift the curse? She knew she wouldn’t have ever stopped if their roles had been reversed. She would have found books, consulted witches, used every power in her to keep them together. Not just walk away!
Then the hairs on the back of her neck wriggled in a way that said only one thing to her, vampire! Angel was back! He hadn’t left her. She was still the love of his life.
She spun round, her eyes wide and green with happiness and desire. “Spike!” Tears of disappointment stung her eyes and she glared at the slim blond vampire with hatred and an overwhelming desire to kill him where he stood.
“Don’t sound so pleased to see me, Slayer. Give a chap the feeling he might be important to you.”
“What the heck are you doing here?”
Spike lit a cigarette and blew the smoke deliberately in her face, enjoying her coughing fit. “Just passing. Heard about the Ascension from a couple of vamps; thought I’d stop by to see the fun.”
“Fun? Is that what you call a giant snake eating innocent people?”
Spike looked bewildered. “Well, it certainly isn’t a tragedy, is it? Although I suppose if you’re one of those people it might be. Anyway, I only saw the tail vanishing inside the school and then - wham - no more snake, no more school.”
“And now no more you - just keep going - out of my sight. I’m not in the mood to deal with you tonight. I can’t take any more.”
Spike smirked. “Well, seeing as I’ve just seen Mr Broody Pants trudging off into the night, all gelled hair and martyred forehead, you certainly won’t be taking anything from him.”
Buffy snapped. She hurt so much. All she wanted was to inflict the same sort of pain on someone else. And she couldn’t be nasty to Xander or Willow. Even snapping at Cordelia was no fun. But Spike! Here was someone she could hurt, because hitting Spike felt oddly like hitting herself and the more pain she gave her body, the less she would feel in her heart.
Without even thinking further, she swung her fist and felt the satisfying crump of it hitting the vampire’s nose. He staggered backwards, yelling.
“Bloody Hell, Slayer. What did you do that for?”
“Just get out of my sight, Spike, before I put a stake where I should have put one years ago.”
Spike snarled and limped into the shadows, watching her slim figure stalk away into the smoke. God, how he hated that girl. He dabbed the blood from his nose and licked his fingers.
“Buffy Summers has always been a bitch.”
He looked up. Another blonde was standing there. Great - late supper! If he couldn’t have one, he’d have another. Then he tensed, scented the air and relaxed. Vampire, and newly turned by the smell of it.
“Did she hurt you?”
Spike laughed. “Take more than a punch from the Slayer to hurt me, pet.”
The blonde stepped closer and Spike grinned down at her. Big eyes, big tits: he had nothing or no one better to do this evening.
“What’s your name?”
“Harmony Kendall. What’s yours?”
“Harm!” He laughed. “Good name for a vampire. I’m Spike.”
The girl giggled and he winced a little; that sound could get old really fast. He wished he could just get her in bed or up against the wall. A man had needs and since Dru had - well, he wasn’t like Liam. He wasn’t going to walk away from anything on offer.
Another giggle pierced the air. “Spike’s a silly name. You’ll be my Blondie Bear.”
ends