Title: The Dark Prison
Author: Juanita Dark
Rating: NC - 17
Spoilers: BtVS "The Puppet Show"
Summary: "I knew a Slayer in the 30's. Korean chick. Very hot. We're talking *muscle* tone. Man, we had some times."
Disclaimer: Not mine, Joss' toys. No infringement, no profit and no warning.
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The Dark Prison
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Epilogue: Down & Out In California
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The place was horrible by daylight.
The Big Sleep~Raymond Chandler
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Girls shouldn't walk the streets like that. Girls in this town two hours after sundown shouldn't walk the streets at all. 'Bout time they made it illegal. But you know how it is: "Who died and made you the Queen of Sheba?" In this case, I think the question should be "Who died?"
Blondie doesn't see it though - not 'til she's had a face full of fang and knuckle sandwich. Look who's out for the count.
Bantam weight's a Dead Guy so he's stronger than he looks. Has a friend with him too. Looks like it's two for the liquid refreshment. I don't have to be any closer to hear their conversation - perks of being what I am.
"I don't know, Hang," Bantam says, "Tin wants her alive."
"Alive? Somebody tell this guy us Dead Guys are permanents? What's the skinny sending a lurk to do a cleaner's job?"
"I'm serious. This guy's some kind of king pin - nobody knows--"
"Shut up! Deal's off. Bitch touched the hair - she's dead! Stick it on some other pair o' teeth, know what I'm sayin'. I'm going to kill her and I'm going to do it *my* way."
He drags up dollface by her hair, bares his teeth - geez just when you think these Guys can't get any uglier. Never a shame to break up their little soirees. Guess it's what I do.
"Other pair o' teeth? So tell me something do you knock out all the girls out with your killer charm or is it just your homegrown good looks?"
Doesn't see me coming. I mean, who would ever see *me* coming? I dust his little friend. So, I guess now he's really mad. Never a bad thing. All that weight? Anger's only going to make him work for me.
"Vinny!" He drops dollface and does me a favour. "That's it sweet cheeks - you are over and out."
Sweet cheeks? And I thought I'd heard them all.
He lunges at me, a grab I miss easily. Don't duck soon enough for his backhand though. Should make me angry, just seems pretty funny at the time, I almost have to stop the laugh before the funnies start. Seems he hears it as a whimper.
"That's right, sweetheart, sing for supper."
Can you believe this Guy? Anyway, he lurches at me again, so I block, he tries the backfist again, I block that too and kick (I believe he bit his tongue when my foot connected with his ugly mug), so now he's kinda bleedin'. My stake's in my hand so I'm feelin' good. Too bad for him. The wood imbeds itself firmly in his overbroad chest. If his life is flashing before his eyes I'm sure it's not a pleasant memory.
"Funny, I'd have thought you'd leave your heart in San Fransisco." Now he explodes, all dust and atoms. Can't hear my punchline. "Next time just leave town."
Stake goes in my back pocket. I go over to Blondie. Job over.
"Come on princess," I say slapping her lightly - which for me is like stroking a pussycat. "Time to wake up; let's see the baby blues - that's a girl."
Someone's gotta clean up this down and, for whatever reasons, that person is me. I hear Lady Luck like's a good laugh. Guess that makes me the Joker.
Author: Juanita Dark
Rating: NC - 17
Spoilers: BtVS "The Puppet Show"
Summary: "I knew a Slayer in the 30's. Korean chick. Very hot. We're talking *muscle* tone. Man, we had some times."
Disclaimer: Not mine, Joss' toys. No infringement, no profit and no warning.
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The Dark Prison
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Epilogue: Down & Out In California
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The place was horrible by daylight.
The Big Sleep~Raymond Chandler
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Girls shouldn't walk the streets like that. Girls in this town two hours after sundown shouldn't walk the streets at all. 'Bout time they made it illegal. But you know how it is: "Who died and made you the Queen of Sheba?" In this case, I think the question should be "Who died?"
Blondie doesn't see it though - not 'til she's had a face full of fang and knuckle sandwich. Look who's out for the count.
Bantam weight's a Dead Guy so he's stronger than he looks. Has a friend with him too. Looks like it's two for the liquid refreshment. I don't have to be any closer to hear their conversation - perks of being what I am.
"I don't know, Hang," Bantam says, "Tin wants her alive."
"Alive? Somebody tell this guy us Dead Guys are permanents? What's the skinny sending a lurk to do a cleaner's job?"
"I'm serious. This guy's some kind of king pin - nobody knows--"
"Shut up! Deal's off. Bitch touched the hair - she's dead! Stick it on some other pair o' teeth, know what I'm sayin'. I'm going to kill her and I'm going to do it *my* way."
He drags up dollface by her hair, bares his teeth - geez just when you think these Guys can't get any uglier. Never a shame to break up their little soirees. Guess it's what I do.
"Other pair o' teeth? So tell me something do you knock out all the girls out with your killer charm or is it just your homegrown good looks?"
Doesn't see me coming. I mean, who would ever see *me* coming? I dust his little friend. So, I guess now he's really mad. Never a bad thing. All that weight? Anger's only going to make him work for me.
"Vinny!" He drops dollface and does me a favour. "That's it sweet cheeks - you are over and out."
Sweet cheeks? And I thought I'd heard them all.
He lunges at me, a grab I miss easily. Don't duck soon enough for his backhand though. Should make me angry, just seems pretty funny at the time, I almost have to stop the laugh before the funnies start. Seems he hears it as a whimper.
"That's right, sweetheart, sing for supper."
Can you believe this Guy? Anyway, he lurches at me again, so I block, he tries the backfist again, I block that too and kick (I believe he bit his tongue when my foot connected with his ugly mug), so now he's kinda bleedin'. My stake's in my hand so I'm feelin' good. Too bad for him. The wood imbeds itself firmly in his overbroad chest. If his life is flashing before his eyes I'm sure it's not a pleasant memory.
"Funny, I'd have thought you'd leave your heart in San Fransisco." Now he explodes, all dust and atoms. Can't hear my punchline. "Next time just leave town."
Stake goes in my back pocket. I go over to Blondie. Job over.
"Come on princess," I say slapping her lightly - which for me is like stroking a pussycat. "Time to wake up; let's see the baby blues - that's a girl."
Someone's gotta clean up this down and, for whatever reasons, that person is me. I hear Lady Luck like's a good laugh. Guess that makes me the Joker.