You know what can be hell this time of year? Getting an annoying Christmas song stuck in your head! Especially one of Cliff Richards Christmas Songs! *sigh* Anyway on with the drabbles!

( Xander )

My final two drabbles for the prompt

( Angel )

Willow knew there were many causes that needed help. So many that she could get involved in, help them. Give time, money, support to. She may be a high school student, but that was no excuse not to be aware that people needed help. As she considered the Universities and Colleges willing to take her in and educate her, she knew the opportunities ( Read more... )

Oz looked into Willow’s eyes. He was catching up with everything the Scoobies had been doing. He took vampires in his stride, and was ready to stand by Willow no matter how dangerous it got. Only one thing surprised him. Willow was telling him about the antics at Halloween, when they turned into the customs they had been wearing ( Read more... )

It seemed strange that, with everything Wolfram & Hart did, there were no ghosts here. Not a single haunting to disturb the busy workforce. Lilah went into Lindsey’s office to torment him with his latest failure, and the lack of taste that led to him falling in love with Darla. She almost shuddered when she felt a drop in the temperature. There ( Read more... )

It was Halloween. Darla, Angelus, Drusilla and Spike slept, having ate well the night before, knowing they would be having a holiday. Drusilla stirred with the dying day, the moonlight casting shadows in the room she shared with Spike. She heard the voices of the dead. Ghostlike whispers from the walls, they told her tales of their final ( Read more... )

Had to get Spike and Dru in! Final one ( Read more... )

There were internal bars in Angel’s body. They held his demon inside, while he was left to feed on rats. He could no longer hunt, had not tasted human blood in a decade. Even the bottled stuff was off limits to him. He had no purpose, direction or self-respect. Dirty, ragged and aimless, Whistler found him. Told him he had a future. That he ( Read more... )

The team strode into Caritas. Various demons sat at he tables, some with human’s by their side. Angel shuddered. How could humans be so naïve. The sounds of off-key singing from the stage as an unidentified demon sang “Wind Beneath Your Wings”. The Host watched intensely, as Angel sat beside him ( Read more... )

Joyce cut up the cheese squash for the soup she was making. It was Fall, and making soup, to warm her family when they returned home was traditional. When she had been at High School she had never been part of the in-crowd. Never dreamed of being one of the cheerleaders, or claiming the prize man. She had been happy to do well, and work in the ( Read more... )