Okay, I was bitten by a rabid plot bunny. And here I shall dump all other miscellaneous drabbles.
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-I think you're stretching it a bit. I know my plans for the coming week with high certainty, but, of course, I could always get run over by a car accidentally or something...-
-No car,- said the stranger with a mild smile, -will run over you by pure accident. And let me assure you, cars are the things you should fear least. Your death shall be quite different.-
-And you could tell me precisely what it will be? Should I "golden your hand"?- Warren asked sarcastically. Stranger grimace was pure disgust.
-No need,- he closed his eyes and muttered something like: "one, two.. Saturn in the eighth house... moon rise... four- blood... night- two..." then gave him a cheerful and falsely compassionate smile:
-You will be flayed alive!-
Andrew choked on his coke and Warren snickered:
-And by whom exactly? Terrorist? Demon? Satanist cult?-
-No,- replied the old man, twinkling with his strange different eyes. -By an American woman, a programmer.-
Warren chuckled.
-Well, I can't say it's exactly likely.-
Woland smiled back. Once again, he knew better.
X-Over: BtVS/Master and Margarita