Oct 13, 2008 21:48
creator: confusedkayt, form: fic, rating: other, era: post-series
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No way to hold back the snort. Figures that soddin’ Angel would chase him right into his half-assed afterlife.
"snort"
“Anyanka may not come. Her… negotiations are separate.”
“Well, that’s a shame. ‘m not leavin’ without her.”
She shook her head, heavier this time. “Yes,” she said, reached out quicker than thinking to latch a hand around his wrist, “you are.”
A sick yanking low in his stomach, rushing cold and dark…
Bloody gods.
Poor Anya! And typical Spike wanting to change the plans and being thwarted.
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I'm enjoying this very much! Can't wait for the next part.
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Glad Spike wasn't "trapped beneath a rock somewhere, charred and slowly starving" but what is in store for him?
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