BtVS Double Drabble: Undivided
Title: Undivided
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Angelus, Buffy, Scoobies, Jenny.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 015: Divisible at doubledrabbles.
Spoilers/Setting: Passion.
Summary: Angelus’ plan to drive a wedge between Buffy and her friends isn’t working.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
Angelus’ plan was to scare Buffy’s friends, to pick apart her support system so she’d be alone and vulnerable. And they were scared; most of them had invited him inside their homes at one time or another, the places they thought of as ‘safe’, but it turned out the Scoobies as a whole weren’t that easily divisible. It was a tactical error on his part; the harder he tried to drive them apart, isolate them from one another, the closer they drew together, forming a united front against him.
Still, it was fun, watching them scramble in panic, hanging up crosses, stringing garlic, revoking their invitations to him. They reminded him of cockroaches when the light was turned on; small, scrabbling things, but like cockroaches, they were survivors. It seemed that everything he did to them only served to make them stronger.
Scaring them wasn’t having the desired effect, and he’d already squandered several chances to take a more direct approach, but he was nothing if not persistent, and he still had plenty of other options open to him.
The gypsy woman was becoming a serious problem; maybe he should make an example of her. That would get everyone’s attention.
The End
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Angelus, Buffy, Scoobies, Jenny.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 015: Divisible at doubledrabbles.
Spoilers/Setting: Passion.
Summary: Angelus’ plan to drive a wedge between Buffy and her friends isn’t working.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
Angelus’ plan was to scare Buffy’s friends, to pick apart her support system so she’d be alone and vulnerable. And they were scared; most of them had invited him inside their homes at one time or another, the places they thought of as ‘safe’, but it turned out the Scoobies as a whole weren’t that easily divisible. It was a tactical error on his part; the harder he tried to drive them apart, isolate them from one another, the closer they drew together, forming a united front against him.
Still, it was fun, watching them scramble in panic, hanging up crosses, stringing garlic, revoking their invitations to him. They reminded him of cockroaches when the light was turned on; small, scrabbling things, but like cockroaches, they were survivors. It seemed that everything he did to them only served to make them stronger.
Scaring them wasn’t having the desired effect, and he’d already squandered several chances to take a more direct approach, but he was nothing if not persistent, and he still had plenty of other options open to him.
The gypsy woman was becoming a serious problem; maybe he should make an example of her. That would get everyone’s attention.
The End