Dawn of the Dead

by Beer Good

Yes – it’s the adventures of Vampire Dawn! Done as a series of quickly read 100word drabbles, because... well, I’m lazy, dammit. And also because it's fun to see just how much plot I can concentrate into 100 words. Crossover with Angel s3. COMPLETED.

17. Confess, Woman! Confess!

17. Confess, woman! Confess!
Buffy in the comfy chair. Or, you know, bed, whatever.

Willow found her friend lying flat on her bed. "Buffy? Everything alright?"

"Oh, I feel great", Buffy beamed, still somewhat dazed. "I'm loose as a freshly juggled goose."

"Juggled...?"

"Pop culture reference. Never mind. So, what's up?"

"Well, I've re-ensouled Dawn, but... what did you do with Spike?"

Buffy jumped up and stared at her, babbling. "Me? Did? With Spike? Nothing! That's ridiculous! You've got a dirty mind, Willow Rosenberg, and..."

"What? I just wondered if you poofed him. Is he dust?"

"Oh. Um... no." Buffy calmed down. "But, Dawn's perfect happiness problem is taken care of. Personal slayer guarantee."