Title: Hell hath no Fury
Author: Sarmi
Category: Post-BTVS Finale
Genres: Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own Kennedy, if I did I would have kicker her ass a lot sooner.
Summary: Careful what you say about Spike, or you might just get a fist full of Buffy.
Authors note: This one of a series of POV ficlets about how how Buffy deals with Spike's death. They can be read in any order and are leading up to my fic titled Crazy Faith.
So this is what an ass whooping feels like. I'm pretty sure my face hurts more than my ass though. Someone that small should not have such a mean roundhouse kick, slayer or not. I mean her legs are like two inches long.
I can't believe Willow didn't stop her. Hello. Girlfriend here. Well maybe not anymore, not after tonight.
I don't get it. I mean he was just a vamp. Sure he saved the world, but it's not like he didn't have any help. I actually fought. All he did was stand there and glow.
And how was I to know she would be so touchy about it. I mean she hasn't mentioned him since Sunnydale. And these new girls have turned him in to Saint Spike, the great and noble vampire. I just couldn't listen to it any more. All I said was "he just thought he was the Big Bad, I could've taken him."
Buffy hadn't even been anywhere near us but the moment I said it she froze mid conversion with Willow on the other side of the room and said, "you really think so?"
"Not to speak ill of the dead undead, but yeah. I mean it really didn't take much in the end did it?" I countered. "He really wasn't that special. A vamp's a vamp, at the end all they should ever be is dust."
I didn't even see the right hook coming or the kick to my stomach. The crazy bitch dropped me before I could say "psycho slayer."
And Willow just stood there and watched. Like Buffy was right or something. I don't get it, he was just a vampire.