The Dresden Files / Bob / 14. Sunrise
Title: Daylight Savings
Author: Cyloran
Fandom: The Dresden Files (tv-verse)
Characters: Bob, Harry
Prompt: 14. Sunrise
Word Count: 367
Rating: G
Summary: Timing is everything.
Disclaimer: Not mine but I can dream, can't I?
Table: Here There be Ghosts
The Black Court vampire caught the hem of the leather duster.
Pulled up short, Harry shot a glance over his shoulder. Red eyes gleaming in anticipation of its prize, the vampire began to haul the coat backward hand over hand like a rope. "Bob! How much longer?"
Helpless to do more than watch and offer encouragement from the sidelines, the ghost glanced toward the grimy shop front window. "Soon."
"Could'ya be a little more specific?" Harry complained as he struggled forward, one agonizing step after the other like a horse pulling an overloaded wagon. Good thing Pillsbury dough-face was just a few hours old, otherwise he might have pulled Harry off his feet with the first tug.
Moving to stand in front of the window, Bob looked up at brightening sky. He could just see the first glimmer of light peeking over the roof of the building across the street. "Approximately 10 seconds."
Harry lost some ground, the gap between himself and the vampire closing a few inches. He could actually hear its teeth as they gnashed together, grinding and snapping. The vampire dug in its heels and tipped backward, using its weight to reel the wizard in.
"Now, Harry!"
"About time!"
Straining forward, Harry popped the duster's last two buttons. Like a taught rubber band collapsing in on itself, the coat yanked clear of his arms and zipped backward, smacking the startled vampire in the face. Without Harry's weight to resist his pull, the monster stumbled.
Harry whipped around, already tapping into the magical reserve in his silver ring. "Say good night, Gracie!" he quipped as he threw a blast of kinetic energy at the off balance vampire.
Bob neatly sidestepped as the creature crashed through the display window and out onto the pavement. There was a shrill, ululating scream that had as much to do with the broken, holy water-treated glass as the first golden rays of sunrise.
"Really, Harry," the ghost complained. "Couldn't you have come up with a better parting remark?"
"Sorry, Bob." Harry shrugged. "What can I say? I'm not much of a morning person." He glanced out the window at the vampire's blackening corpse. "Fortunately, neither is he."
Author: Cyloran
Fandom: The Dresden Files (tv-verse)
Characters: Bob, Harry
Prompt: 14. Sunrise
Word Count: 367
Rating: G
Summary: Timing is everything.
Disclaimer: Not mine but I can dream, can't I?
Table: Here There be Ghosts
The Black Court vampire caught the hem of the leather duster.
Pulled up short, Harry shot a glance over his shoulder. Red eyes gleaming in anticipation of its prize, the vampire began to haul the coat backward hand over hand like a rope. "Bob! How much longer?"
Helpless to do more than watch and offer encouragement from the sidelines, the ghost glanced toward the grimy shop front window. "Soon."
"Could'ya be a little more specific?" Harry complained as he struggled forward, one agonizing step after the other like a horse pulling an overloaded wagon. Good thing Pillsbury dough-face was just a few hours old, otherwise he might have pulled Harry off his feet with the first tug.
Moving to stand in front of the window, Bob looked up at brightening sky. He could just see the first glimmer of light peeking over the roof of the building across the street. "Approximately 10 seconds."
Harry lost some ground, the gap between himself and the vampire closing a few inches. He could actually hear its teeth as they gnashed together, grinding and snapping. The vampire dug in its heels and tipped backward, using its weight to reel the wizard in.
"Now, Harry!"
"About time!"
Straining forward, Harry popped the duster's last two buttons. Like a taught rubber band collapsing in on itself, the coat yanked clear of his arms and zipped backward, smacking the startled vampire in the face. Without Harry's weight to resist his pull, the monster stumbled.
Harry whipped around, already tapping into the magical reserve in his silver ring. "Say good night, Gracie!" he quipped as he threw a blast of kinetic energy at the off balance vampire.
Bob neatly sidestepped as the creature crashed through the display window and out onto the pavement. There was a shrill, ululating scream that had as much to do with the broken, holy water-treated glass as the first golden rays of sunrise.
"Really, Harry," the ghost complained. "Couldn't you have come up with a better parting remark?"
"Sorry, Bob." Harry shrugged. "What can I say? I'm not much of a morning person." He glanced out the window at the vampire's blackening corpse. "Fortunately, neither is he."