Title: Hot Rage, Cold Fear
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG, I guess
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to Joss. Just borrowing.
Written for: LJ Community Challenge100's challenge, to wit: Use this sentence at the beginning or end of your drabble: The feeling of the barrel of the gun on her skin was enough to make her heart stop beating.
Notes: Not based on any spoilers other than the preview and the Zap2it blurb for "A Hole in the World." The rest was just rampant speculation on my part, and I was wrong. Oh well. I just want Eve to die. I had a hard time with this, because guns and the Jossverse are unmixy things, generally.
Wes rampaged through the hallways of Wolfram and Hart. Trembling in the supply closet, Eve knew he was hunting her. He'd quickly deduced the source of the Illyria Demon that was killing Fred...it hadn't been hard; after all, Eve had put the Selminth Parasite on Angel. Their aloof suspicion of her then was nothing to the near-mania that Wesley was demonstrating now.
The door crashed outward, nearly torn from its hinges. His voice chilled her to the core. "Hello, Eve." The feeling of the barrel of the gun on her skin was enough to make her heart stop beating.