Drabble and Christmas icon

[beer_good_foamy]

^^ Behold Santa!Spike enjoying a cold one.

Just got one drabble out of open_on_sunday's "Making preparations" prompt, but on the other hand it did inspire a much longer version of this which I hope to finish in the near future.

In Vain

There'd be no open casket, no parading mourners, no eulogies – offically, Buffy was still alive. But even if nobody would see her again, Giles wanted her to look proper.

He struggled to be clinical about it. After all, this was his job: train her, teach her, prepare her. As he dressed her in the black dress she'd bought for her mother's funeral, he couldn't help noticing how well her body had withstood the 100-foot fall – as if the Slayer's strength remained even in death. As if it had always been there, innate, and all his preparations had been just... window-dressing.


EDIT: Ah, what the hell, one more:

This was partially inspired by lwbush's "Prep Time" below.

No More Buttmonkey

He'd heard them snicker. Oh yes. So this wasn't the first time he had vowed to never let the monster-of-the-week walk all over him again, but... this time, he'd show'em he meant it.

Stakes? Check.

Cross? Check.

Those six-pointed Shuriken Of David Willow made? Check.

Fangproof Kevlar vest? Check.

Molotov cocktails? Check.

Baseball bat? Check.

Steel-enforced Doc Martens, British soccer fan style? Check.

Wayfarers to avoid eye contact with eurotrash vampires? Check.

Ten-gallon tank of holy water connected to Super Soaker™? Groovy.

Vampires beware, here comes Xander Harris.

As soon as he figures out how to walk with all this.