Black Soul
I don't own Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
Chapter One
Red eyes watched as Anya sat down.
"Come out, I know you're there." The shadowed figure moved towards the couch, a reepers scythe in it's hand.
"What did you summon me for, there's deaths that are needed every night, there's more after midnight then you think." The figure said in an icy tone, it's cloaked body shadowed by the black mist of death.
"I just wanted to talk, how long has it been since you took you're old man's place at the head of the Black Clan?" Anya asked, looking up at the figure from her seat.
"Sixteen years, Anyanka." The figure said, voice never changing. Anya just sighed and waved her hand.
"Go do you're job, it's clear that my presents sickens you." Anya said, sighing as the figure faded into the shadows again.
~*~
'Pest.' Spike thought, glaring at Xander as the boy walked out of his room, tripping over the coffee table on his way to the kitchen.
I don't own Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
Chapter One
Red eyes watched as Anya sat down.
"Come out, I know you're there." The shadowed figure moved towards the couch, a reepers scythe in it's hand.
"What did you summon me for, there's deaths that are needed every night, there's more after midnight then you think." The figure said in an icy tone, it's cloaked body shadowed by the black mist of death.
"I just wanted to talk, how long has it been since you took you're old man's place at the head of the Black Clan?" Anya asked, looking up at the figure from her seat.
"Sixteen years, Anyanka." The figure said, voice never changing. Anya just sighed and waved her hand.
"Go do you're job, it's clear that my presents sickens you." Anya said, sighing as the figure faded into the shadows again.
~*~
'Pest.' Spike thought, glaring at Xander as the boy walked out of his room, tripping over the coffee table on his way to the kitchen.