fic
title: switched on 4/?
author: devylish
fandom: BTVS
word count: 260
category: angst/romance
Pairing: Buffy/Spike i.e. Spuffy eventually
Rating: M eventually pg /k now
Spoilers: None really
Summary: double drabble
Disclaimer: we all know I’m not joss. And joss is a god.
Note: Unbeta’d cuz… uh… I donts gots one… volunterz? :D
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“Johnny! Please, don’t! I-I’m sorry!”
“I told you what would happen if you kept back-talking me Missy!” His hand slammed into her ribs.
Buffy dropped silently to the ground behind the man who had his ‘girlfriend’ pinned to the alley wall. “That’s the last time you’ll be touching her big boy.”
He spun around then barked with laughter when he caught sight of who was interrupting his ‘girlfriend’s lesson’. “Bitch, this is none of your business, get out of here before I break your neck!”
He had barely turned back to Missy when he felt cool, slender hands at his beefy neck. Suddenly, his body was off balance; and he was in those little hands. One was at his neck, the other across his waist, and he was looking into amber eyes. He saw her teeth extend into points as she said, “you should treat women with more respect.”
Seconds later Buffy released the dead weight of Johnny Dell. She ran her tongue along her lips before lifting her index finger to clean up the stray drops of blood trailing down her chin… she’d been hungry.
Stepping over the scraps of her meal, Buffy faced the frozen, silently screaming Missy Anne Beltor. Sniffing at the woman’s neck lightly, Buffy laughed sharply, “Of the two, I’m not the one you should be afraid of, I haven’t - and won’t - hurt you. I just want to offer you some advice - from ‘one girl to another’: men are a dime a dozen, find yourself one who doesn’t think hitting you is an evenings’ entertainment.”