This week's challenge is *open.* If it's 100 words with characters from Buffy and/or Angel? Post it.
Your Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel challenge in a can is:
Angel - depressed - letter
AtS - Season 5 - A Hole in the World - Angel
1. The Letter
Angel sat at his desk, head in his hands. His depression was palpable, radiating off the vampire in waves. He was unapproachable, growling at whoever attempted to offer comfort.
When Harmony approached with his morning's mug of otter blood, he picked it up and flung it across the room, blood splattering the rug like a Pollack painting.
He stared morosely at the letter in his hands. "Dear Angel," it read. "Nothing like playing the roving hero. Europe has changed since I was last in residence. Thanks, mate, for the chance of an unlifetime. Buffy sends her love."
Now he listens.
Challenge #28 - Photo album or snapshots.
BtVS – Season 7 – Post Chosen – Buffy
2. Always On My Mind
So much lost, she thought; so many things. Everything her mother had cherished, except for Dawn and herself, of course. High school mementos, full wardrobes; enough shoes to drown in.
The hardest loss to bear were the photo albums. Her family history, recorded for posterity – gone with the Hellmouth that swallowed Sunnydale. Pictures of her parents, her baby and childhood. Dawn's, even though they were mostly manufactured by the monks. Friends from LA. All gone poof.
One image remains, never to be lost. Closing her eyes she sees bleached blond hair, twinkling blue eyes and a smirk to die for.
Challenge #13 - A. Terror. Fright. Blinding fear. Every character has them. Every relationship is riddled with them.
AtS – Season 5 – Post Damage - Spike
3. The Stuff of Nightmares
Sitting alone in his basement apartment, staring uninterested at infomercials during the wee hours of the morning, Spike thought of the psychotic Slayer, Dana. She'd hurt him badly, but he couldn't hold her accountable. S'what he deserved, as he'd told Angel.
A knock at his door announced – Buffy. Seems Andrew couldn't keep his gob shut, after all. She stared, dispassionately – her mouth a moue of disdain. "Had to be a copycat, Spike. Just couldn't stay dead, could you?" She turned and walked out.
Spike awoke to the sound of terror filled screams, only to realize they were coming from himself.