Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. It's very sad. All credit for the characters goes to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. Not me. Damn.
Distribution: Are you kidding? I'd go insane with joy. Just tell me where, so I can watch and gloat.
Author's Notes: See my livejournal, http://www.livejournal.com/users/perries/ for my rationalization of Weak!Buffy. I will extol the praises of anyone who catches the allusion in the title. Send feedback with love!
Prologue
Buffy strolled through the dark cemetary, wooden stake in hand. She sighed, then hopped up onto a tombstone and sing-songed, "Come out, little vampires... come out..." Scuffing at the dirt beneath her feet, she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
The blonde sighed, "So much for the Feast of Valras," she muttered, peeking at her watch. The last thing she heard before it all faded to darkness was a low woman's chuckle, and then her bloody head dropped forward. Grinning, the slim brunette behind her dropped the pipe she had been holding, effortlessly hoisted the motionless form, and walked away.
11 Months Later
Cordelia's whine carried throughout the hotel, "And it's not just that they were super-expensive, they also only had one shipment, and I'm never going to be able to find them again, and of course this demon gunk is never... oooh....oooh...."
Gunn caught her quickly as Angel hurried into the lobby of the Hyperion Hotel. Wesley grabbed some aspirin from the cabinet in the bathroom, and they waited impatiently for her to recover from the vision.
"Can I mention again just how much I hate these? So.."
"Was it her?" Angel interrupted.
Cordelia looked sadly at her friend, "No. No, I don't think so."
The mens' faces fell, but Wesley reached for a piece of paphttp://www.livejournal.com/users/perries/er and a pen, "So, what did you see?"
Distribution: Are you kidding? I'd go insane with joy. Just tell me where, so I can watch and gloat.
Author's Notes: See my livejournal, http://www.livejournal.com/users/perries/ for my rationalization of Weak!Buffy. I will extol the praises of anyone who catches the allusion in the title. Send feedback with love!
Prologue
Buffy strolled through the dark cemetary, wooden stake in hand. She sighed, then hopped up onto a tombstone and sing-songed, "Come out, little vampires... come out..." Scuffing at the dirt beneath her feet, she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
The blonde sighed, "So much for the Feast of Valras," she muttered, peeking at her watch. The last thing she heard before it all faded to darkness was a low woman's chuckle, and then her bloody head dropped forward. Grinning, the slim brunette behind her dropped the pipe she had been holding, effortlessly hoisted the motionless form, and walked away.
11 Months Later
Cordelia's whine carried throughout the hotel, "And it's not just that they were super-expensive, they also only had one shipment, and I'm never going to be able to find them again, and of course this demon gunk is never... oooh....oooh...."
Gunn caught her quickly as Angel hurried into the lobby of the Hyperion Hotel. Wesley grabbed some aspirin from the cabinet in the bathroom, and they waited impatiently for her to recover from the vision.
"Can I mention again just how much I hate these? So.."
"Was it her?" Angel interrupted.
Cordelia looked sadly at her friend, "No. No, I don't think so."
The mens' faces fell, but Wesley reached for a piece of paphttp://www.livejournal.com/users/perries/er and a pen, "So, what did you see?"