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Rating: R- for language
Disclaimer: Not mine, not nothing, not no how
Summary: Follow up to "And Another Thing"
Author's Note: In response to some lovely reviews here is the continuation of "And
Another Thing.." I wasn't really intending this to become a serial thing but hope you like it anyway.
"Hey Slayer"
Oh God there she is, all big mouth and no brain. She comes across as a quick mouthed, sharp tongued, smart arse. Hmmmm, arse. She marches in and gives me the normal routine - what a failure I am, why can't I pull myself together, what is that dreadful smell? She turns her nose up and tries not to breath in too deeply and I just want to grab her and kiss her. As I said before - sure way to die. So I just sit there while she rips me to bits and once she's finished I ask
"Finished?"
She gives me a killer glare and wanders round the crypt looking disgusted, kicking whiskey bottles out the way with her boots. I've seen them before and often wondered why she wears them when she's out slaying. They are little leather ankle boots, dark red, spike heel. She can't possibly run in them for God's sake. And then it hits me. She's going out tonight.
"I'm patrolling late tonight" she echoes my thoughts.
"Finally got a date Slayer? Not some big softy like Angel or twat Riley?"
I'm jealous but I don't think she knows it. This is something I can't resist and she gives me another megawatt glare. That's her weak spot. Her taste in men, or perhaps I should say lack of taste. What can I say - Angel, tosspot and I don't think I really even need to mention twat Riley. She hates being reminded about her ex's because one way or another they've all come to a bad end. Except for that bloke she shagged in her first year at college - can't remember his name but I do remember he walked all over her. I think I might have laughed about it at the time but now I'd rip his head off.....if I could.
She puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head, regarding me. I hate it when she does this. I know what she sees despite the fact I haven't seen myself for the last hundred years or so. Blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin, leather trousers, black T-shirt, fag hanging out of mouth and reeking of whiskey. Mmmmmm attractive. Or not. She's considering me and deliberately I blow smoke her in direction which makes her cough. But it also makes her stop looking at me.
"Finally found yourself a nice guy Slayer? Someone who won't kill your friends, try and sacrifice you, love and leave you and lie to you?" I hate it when my mouth takes over my brain. I'm hurting her with every word I say and I can't help myself.
"Why are you being such a moron?" she asks.
That's the best she can do as far as name calling goes. Swearing is a bit below her and I don't think I've ever heard her swear although I've deserved it a couple of times. She'll say "shit" occasionally and if things are getting on top of her you might hear her say "fuck" under her breath but never anything out loud. It's one of my pleasures, swearing. They all hate it and I can tell they look down on me because of it but I have to say at this point, it's definitely a demon thing. I was not the kind of guy to swear before I changed and I'm definitely not the same guy now.
I shrug. "I'm a bloke - what can I say?"
God, she's sexy when she's angry. I love winding her up like this. One day she'll probably get so mad she'll stake me which will be a relief I think. Do you have any idea what it's like living like this? Not being able to have the thing I want the most. You think I'm going to say Buffy, don't you? You're wrong. The blood lust overcomes all of that and fills my head and blocks her out.
She snarls at me, expecting me to meet her later for patrol and then she's gone.
What a woman.
And I'm left here. Again. Knowing that she's going out with some tosser who definitely doesn't deserve it. Well bugger that for a game of soldiers. Let's have some fun.
Rating: R- for language
Disclaimer: Not mine, not nothing, not no how
Summary: Follow up to "And Another Thing"
Author's Note: In response to some lovely reviews here is the continuation of "And
Another Thing.." I wasn't really intending this to become a serial thing but hope you like it anyway.
"Hey Slayer"
Oh God there she is, all big mouth and no brain. She comes across as a quick mouthed, sharp tongued, smart arse. Hmmmm, arse. She marches in and gives me the normal routine - what a failure I am, why can't I pull myself together, what is that dreadful smell? She turns her nose up and tries not to breath in too deeply and I just want to grab her and kiss her. As I said before - sure way to die. So I just sit there while she rips me to bits and once she's finished I ask
"Finished?"
She gives me a killer glare and wanders round the crypt looking disgusted, kicking whiskey bottles out the way with her boots. I've seen them before and often wondered why she wears them when she's out slaying. They are little leather ankle boots, dark red, spike heel. She can't possibly run in them for God's sake. And then it hits me. She's going out tonight.
"I'm patrolling late tonight" she echoes my thoughts.
"Finally got a date Slayer? Not some big softy like Angel or twat Riley?"
I'm jealous but I don't think she knows it. This is something I can't resist and she gives me another megawatt glare. That's her weak spot. Her taste in men, or perhaps I should say lack of taste. What can I say - Angel, tosspot and I don't think I really even need to mention twat Riley. She hates being reminded about her ex's because one way or another they've all come to a bad end. Except for that bloke she shagged in her first year at college - can't remember his name but I do remember he walked all over her. I think I might have laughed about it at the time but now I'd rip his head off.....if I could.
She puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head, regarding me. I hate it when she does this. I know what she sees despite the fact I haven't seen myself for the last hundred years or so. Blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin, leather trousers, black T-shirt, fag hanging out of mouth and reeking of whiskey. Mmmmmm attractive. Or not. She's considering me and deliberately I blow smoke her in direction which makes her cough. But it also makes her stop looking at me.
"Finally found yourself a nice guy Slayer? Someone who won't kill your friends, try and sacrifice you, love and leave you and lie to you?" I hate it when my mouth takes over my brain. I'm hurting her with every word I say and I can't help myself.
"Why are you being such a moron?" she asks.
That's the best she can do as far as name calling goes. Swearing is a bit below her and I don't think I've ever heard her swear although I've deserved it a couple of times. She'll say "shit" occasionally and if things are getting on top of her you might hear her say "fuck" under her breath but never anything out loud. It's one of my pleasures, swearing. They all hate it and I can tell they look down on me because of it but I have to say at this point, it's definitely a demon thing. I was not the kind of guy to swear before I changed and I'm definitely not the same guy now.
I shrug. "I'm a bloke - what can I say?"
God, she's sexy when she's angry. I love winding her up like this. One day she'll probably get so mad she'll stake me which will be a relief I think. Do you have any idea what it's like living like this? Not being able to have the thing I want the most. You think I'm going to say Buffy, don't you? You're wrong. The blood lust overcomes all of that and fills my head and blocks her out.
She snarls at me, expecting me to meet her later for patrol and then she's gone.
What a woman.
And I'm left here. Again. Knowing that she's going out with some tosser who definitely doesn't deserve it. Well bugger that for a game of soldiers. Let's have some fun.