This week's challenge is from sallyanne - use one or more of the four elements. The traditional ones are earth, air, fire, and water, but if you have a different set of four elements you'd like to work with, go nuts.
Element: Wind – BtVS – Season 7 – Chosen – Buffy/Spike
1. Beloved Irritant
She remembers the night he blew into her life like a dust storm, leaving grit beneath her skin. She'd been dancing at the Bronze, surrounded by people. Pounding music, sweating bodies – thoughts of slaying blotted out by sheer sensation.
Amidst mindless movement, she'd felt an odd sensation of being watched. Scanned the room out of habit, finding nothing amiss. Five seconds later, a hottie in black leather called out for help – an attack in the alley. Dusted the vampire. Found out said hottie was another.
Clasped hands in flames, parting words rebuffed, he'd left her the same way, as dust.
Element: Rain – BtVS – Season 7 – Lies My Parents Told Me - Spike
2. Postman's Credo
He'd stalked her on and off for months. Learned where she patrolled, who she met, where she played. He'd tracked her movements, eavesdropped on meetings with her Watcher, as she either dropped off or picked up her son. Knew her patterns as well as Dru's.
Felt like the bloody postman, he did. Neither rain, nor hail, nor sleet, nor snow, nor heat of day, nor dark of night could deter him from his appointed rounds. The Slayer was his, a second Slayer to add to his infamy.
They may have danced in the rain, but she died in the train.
Element: Fire – BtVS – Season 6 – Flooded - Willow
3. Warning Signs
Willow couldn't believe the way he spoke to her, at her. The venom in his tone. She'd done what Giles hadn't even thought of trying. She was responsible for Buffy's resurrection. They had their Slayer back and things would get back to normal.
She could feel the flames gathering in her belly, her power rising, as she turned to face her once mentor. "The magicks I used are very powerful. I'm very powerful. And maybe it's not such a good idea for you to piss me off," she'd said.
Red hot flames of anger faded to smolder... dampened, not out.