Summary: Set during 'The girl in question'. Just some of what was running through Buffy's mind while she was out on that dance floor...
Crossover: Highlander
Notes: This is set into the storyline I've established in 'What are we gonna do now?' and 'Did somebody say something about not fading away?', but works as a stand alone too. Reading my other stories isn't necessary to know what's going on here, but I'd sure love it if you read them too. Please? Let me know what you think, this is my first drabble. All Hail the Goddess Willow!
Disclaimer: (Insert legal statements here) Oh, come on, if I was makin' any money off of this stuff, I wouldn't be on a first name basis with all those damn bill collectors, now would I?
THE VAMPIRES IN QUESTION
By screaminheathen69
Buffy Summers had decided that the world was against her. Or the Gods.
Probably both.
Either way, she was pretty sure that she hated her life, at least for the moment. The crap I get myself into doing a favor for a friend.
It wasn't that she minded doing a favor for a friend, and Joe Dawson had certainly become a good one.
Plus, the favor had brought both she and Dawn back to Rome, which was most definitely of the good. She was pretty sure she could spend the rest of her life here quite happily. Lots of things to see, lots of history, lots of nice people to meet.
And, oooh, the shopping!
But like always, with the good, the bad...
It wasn't like this was the first time she had done something she found distasteful whilst fighting for the greater good. And pretending to be this idiot's girlfriend while she tried to dig up the info Joe and Kaithlynn Lockley needed, well...
Definitely distasteful.
Bordering on gagworthy.
She was starting to wish that Angel and Spike would quit moping around at the bar and get over here. Declare their undying love. Pick a fight. Give her Hell for taking Dana away the way they did, or having to ignore what was going on with Fred so they wouldn't blow their cover. Not that they knew anything about that, though.
Something.
Anything would be better than having to put up with the Immortal's hands all over her ass. Slimy, nasty, creepy gross little jerk... Hands! Hands in bad places!
AAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!
Where the Hell did those damn vampires take off to? What happened to saving the damsel in distress? 'Cause I'm definitely damseling over here! Serious damseling! Right here!
Hands!
Later!
'To thee no star be dark...'
