Title: Kitten Liberation Front
Author: Frawley
Date: 4th December 2001.

Category: Vignette
Spoilers: For "Life Serial", "Tabula Rasa", "Smashed", and "Wrecked" (minor).

Summary: Buffy visits Spike's crypt to take care of some unfinished business.

Comments: I was bored... it was floating around in my head, so I wrote it down.

Disclaimer: Joss owns most of it, I lay claim to the scraps. FOX can sod off.

KITTEN LIBERATION FRONT - by Frawley
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He couldn't believe she'd done it. Again. Stormed into his crypt in a fury and confronted him. Nearly throttled him in the process. Pushed him up against the wall. Then...

What the hell was she, the Kitten Liberation Front? Thanks to the Slayer, he was once again in debt to some of the nastier - in the sense of big, mean, and ugly - demons populating the Hellmouth. And did she even consider that releasing two dozen kittens into a graveyard in Sunnydale just half past the witching hour was not the best bleedin' idea? What with hungry newly risen vampires milling about?

Of course, when he'd brought that up, the bint had rolled her eyes, let out another cry of "run free, little kittens" as the last few stragglers made it out the door, and pointed out that newly risen vamps were far too uncoordinated to catch a wily kitten.

He hated it when she was right.

She was proof herself, staking a good percentage of vampires on their first night in the underworld. Those who survived past the first night were likely to move on to greener pastures (painted a healthy red) featuring a higher population of living tenants. Feeding from the dead, after all, wasn't an option.

So the kittens would survive. For a while. Buffy didn't seem to realize that domestic animals - even cats, who were pretty damn independent - weren't really suited to life in the wild. And she didn't consider for a second an animal shelter - he was willing the bet the thought never passed through her mind. Yeah, he'd take that one - he was, after all, a betting man.

Run free, little kittens.

Well, the weather was warm, and would be for some time. There weren't any major roads around the cemetery, hell there barely were any in the whole godforsaken burg. He supposed he could collect most of them before the night was done, once she was gone.

Then he'd drop them off at the shelter.

Bloody woman. Looked like he'd be giving up Poker...

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- Frawley
"Don't feed the vampires..."
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