TITLE: The last straw.
AUTHOR: Rilja (rilja@yahoo.com) RATING: PG-13 DISTRIBUTION: Archives are ok, just tell me were it went. Others please ask first. DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. FEEDBACK: Yes! Tell me if I did good. SPOILERS: No. SUMMARY: A night on the hellmouth.
The girl ran across the clearing, she was being chased. She turned frighten eyes against her pursuer who strolled out after her.
"What's the rush little girl? You aren't afraid of little ol' me now are you?" He taunted as he drew closer until he was right next to her grabbing her shoulders to keep her immobile.
She reached for her pocket but the vampire was faster and caught her hand.
"That wasn't very smart, now was it." He grinned. "What do you have there? A cross? A stake?" He brought her hand in front of her looking down.
"A straw?" He asked astonished. "A straw, a plastic straw. What were you gonna do with that? Suck me to death." He laughed a little at his own joke.
"No." She said. "Look at the other end. It's sharpened. You just stab it into my throat, no mess. Makes it easier to drink, don't you think?" She looked up at him proudly.
"Your insane." He released her and took a dumbfounded step back.
"Freeze." The vampire froze to the spot as the redhead walked out of the shadows.
"What were you doing? You shouldn't taunt the vampire, Buffy."
"But it was fun. Did you see his face, Willow? I thought he was gonna spontaneous combust." The blond giggled.
"Buffy" The redhead looked sternly at her friend. "Just stake him."
"Sure, spoil my fun why don't you." Buffy mumbled while reaching into her coat, drawing out a stake and dusting the vampire. "There. Happy?"
"Ecstatic." Willow said dryly.
"Well that's it for tonight. Movies?"
"Oh, it's my turn to pick. I'm thinking something with." Their voices disappearing as they walked towards the Summers' residence. Their faint giggles the last to be heard.
Spike threw away his cigarette and stepped out from the tree he'd been hiding behind. "I think you're all insane." He grumbled and began to walk towards his crypt. Maybe he had some of that single malt that he'd liberated from the watcher left.
AUTHOR: Rilja (rilja@yahoo.com) RATING: PG-13 DISTRIBUTION: Archives are ok, just tell me were it went. Others please ask first. DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. FEEDBACK: Yes! Tell me if I did good. SPOILERS: No. SUMMARY: A night on the hellmouth.
The girl ran across the clearing, she was being chased. She turned frighten eyes against her pursuer who strolled out after her.
"What's the rush little girl? You aren't afraid of little ol' me now are you?" He taunted as he drew closer until he was right next to her grabbing her shoulders to keep her immobile.
She reached for her pocket but the vampire was faster and caught her hand.
"That wasn't very smart, now was it." He grinned. "What do you have there? A cross? A stake?" He brought her hand in front of her looking down.
"A straw?" He asked astonished. "A straw, a plastic straw. What were you gonna do with that? Suck me to death." He laughed a little at his own joke.
"No." She said. "Look at the other end. It's sharpened. You just stab it into my throat, no mess. Makes it easier to drink, don't you think?" She looked up at him proudly.
"Your insane." He released her and took a dumbfounded step back.
"Freeze." The vampire froze to the spot as the redhead walked out of the shadows.
"What were you doing? You shouldn't taunt the vampire, Buffy."
"But it was fun. Did you see his face, Willow? I thought he was gonna spontaneous combust." The blond giggled.
"Buffy" The redhead looked sternly at her friend. "Just stake him."
"Sure, spoil my fun why don't you." Buffy mumbled while reaching into her coat, drawing out a stake and dusting the vampire. "There. Happy?"
"Ecstatic." Willow said dryly.
"Well that's it for tonight. Movies?"
"Oh, it's my turn to pick. I'm thinking something with." Their voices disappearing as they walked towards the Summers' residence. Their faint giggles the last to be heard.
Spike threw away his cigarette and stepped out from the tree he'd been hiding behind. "I think you're all insane." He grumbled and began to walk towards his crypt. Maybe he had some of that single malt that he'd liberated from the watcher left.