Screaming
These were done for the prompt "Scream" at open on Sunday...
Buffy shook with anger. Her little sister was a vampire, not just any vampire, but one sired by Angel. Not friggin Angelus, oh no that would make her mad but that is was Angel was far worse.
He had said that Dawn had figured out a prophesy, that she was about to tell them about it when she had been shot, SHOT! They needed the translation, there was not time to get her to a hospital, she was dying. He said he HAD to.
As her baby sister huddled in a corner crying all Buffy wanted to do was scream.
Spiked roared rather than screamed when he first learned that his grandsire had sired HIS Nibblet. He had planned to rip the pillock’s head off. He had stormed in only to find Dawn herself punching and kicking Angel.
Her keyness had allowed her to keep her soul but that didn’t mean she was happy. Well that was until she turned and saw Spike standing in the doorway.
She was in his arms and squeezing him tightly in an instant. Later that night she was in his bed and he was suddenly very glad she would be eternally twenty-two and his.
Angel remembered when she was just a kid. She was all pigtails and big curious eyes and warm flesh. Now she was room temperature and sleek sexuality.
As she wrapped her lithe body around Spike’s, dancing to the Latin beat blaring in this club he felt a twinge of jealously. He turned her, he was her sire, why did she have to love Spike? It wasn’t fair!
But then again turning her so she could tell him about the Shanshu prophesy wasn’t fair either. He had screamed in agony when he learned the prophesy had been fulfilled four centuries earlier.
Buffy shook with anger. Her little sister was a vampire, not just any vampire, but one sired by Angel. Not friggin Angelus, oh no that would make her mad but that is was Angel was far worse.
He had said that Dawn had figured out a prophesy, that she was about to tell them about it when she had been shot, SHOT! They needed the translation, there was not time to get her to a hospital, she was dying. He said he HAD to.
As her baby sister huddled in a corner crying all Buffy wanted to do was scream.
Spiked roared rather than screamed when he first learned that his grandsire had sired HIS Nibblet. He had planned to rip the pillock’s head off. He had stormed in only to find Dawn herself punching and kicking Angel.
Her keyness had allowed her to keep her soul but that didn’t mean she was happy. Well that was until she turned and saw Spike standing in the doorway.
She was in his arms and squeezing him tightly in an instant. Later that night she was in his bed and he was suddenly very glad she would be eternally twenty-two and his.
Angel remembered when she was just a kid. She was all pigtails and big curious eyes and warm flesh. Now she was room temperature and sleek sexuality.
As she wrapped her lithe body around Spike’s, dancing to the Latin beat blaring in this club he felt a twinge of jealously. He turned her, he was her sire, why did she have to love Spike? It wasn’t fair!
But then again turning her so she could tell him about the Shanshu prophesy wasn’t fair either. He had screamed in agony when he learned the prophesy had been fulfilled four centuries earlier.