A pair of drabbles
My first posting in this community... *drumroll*... For the prompt "First Meetings," my take on the first meeting of Spike and Illyria.
Title: A Fight You Might Not Win
Setting: AtS Season 5, during Shells
Disclaimer: Joss' sandbox, I'm just playing
Rating: PG-13 for one tiny f word
Spike expected power. She was an Old One, after all. She’d stolen Fred’s body, and he’d expected something that resembled the girl, but wasn’t. He wasn’t a complete neophyte, and there was Drogyn’s description to go on.
Which hadn’t prepared him for this.
Blue as a bloody Smurf, radiating power- rage-- umbrage at their very existence.
He felt the bloodlust rising within him as she flung Angel through the window. His grin was wolfish, his tongue curled in anticipation. Fists and fangs and long fucking odds, the way the fight should be.
He’d dance the night away with this one.
***
Title: Plans
Setting: AtS Season 5, during Shells
Disclaimer: Joss' sandbox, I'm just playing
Rating: PG-13 for creative use of guts
Illyria expected rebellion. She would crush the maggots beneath her heel as they knelt at her feet mewling for mercy. Instead, this was the best this world could offer. Vampires. Halfbreeds, barely stronger than the human vermin.
“The large dark one I will destroy, as dust on the wind. I will tear the bowels from the white-haired one and use them to gag his insolent mouth.”
“Um, boss? That won’t kill a vampire.”
The Qwa Ha’Xhan’s voice was as wasps in her ears.
“He is not displeasing to my eyes. He will make a fine pet, once he is housebroken.”
Title: A Fight You Might Not Win
Setting: AtS Season 5, during Shells
Disclaimer: Joss' sandbox, I'm just playing
Rating: PG-13 for one tiny f word
Spike expected power. She was an Old One, after all. She’d stolen Fred’s body, and he’d expected something that resembled the girl, but wasn’t. He wasn’t a complete neophyte, and there was Drogyn’s description to go on.
Which hadn’t prepared him for this.
Blue as a bloody Smurf, radiating power- rage-- umbrage at their very existence.
He felt the bloodlust rising within him as she flung Angel through the window. His grin was wolfish, his tongue curled in anticipation. Fists and fangs and long fucking odds, the way the fight should be.
He’d dance the night away with this one.
***
Title: Plans
Setting: AtS Season 5, during Shells
Disclaimer: Joss' sandbox, I'm just playing
Rating: PG-13 for creative use of guts
Illyria expected rebellion. She would crush the maggots beneath her heel as they knelt at her feet mewling for mercy. Instead, this was the best this world could offer. Vampires. Halfbreeds, barely stronger than the human vermin.
“The large dark one I will destroy, as dust on the wind. I will tear the bowels from the white-haired one and use them to gag his insolent mouth.”
“Um, boss? That won’t kill a vampire.”
The Qwa Ha’Xhan’s voice was as wasps in her ears.
“He is not displeasing to my eyes. He will make a fine pet, once he is housebroken.”