I've been nominated! And drabbles.
Oct. 23rd, 2006 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beer_good_foamyHey, would you lookit that!
For If I Want Someone To Eat, again. Funny how Fat Angel seems to attract people. :-)
Also, two more drabbles for open_on_sunday, since it's, well, Monday. Subject: "Late". One with Buffy and one with Kendra; hey, I've been writing so much Faith lately, I had to do some equal opportunity thing...
Snooze
"Ah, Miss Summers. How kind of you to grace us with your presence. And only 30 minutes late!" The entire auditorium snickered and Buffy realized with a shudder that the only free seat was waaaaay down in the second row. She had to climb over several students ("'Scuse me. 'Scuse me. Wooops. Sorry.") to reach it, and she just knew they could tell that she hadn't had time to shower.
To further add to the crappiness of oversleeping, she had to skip lunch. Save the money for yet another new clock radio. Slayer strength and snooze buttons just don't mix.
Night Night
Kendra drowns in Drusilla's eyes and nothing matters anymore; the slash across her throat barely hurts.
The paralysis begins to slowly fade as she hits the floor, and somewhere inside Slayer instincts scream that every second counts. She gasps for air, but there's only blood. When her brain finally regains control and orders her body to fight, crawl, live, its arms are too heavy to lift.
She hears someone come running down the corridor and grabs frantically for a flicker of hope. Help me, don't let me die like this, please... But before Buffy gets there, it all slips away.
For If I Want Someone To Eat, again. Funny how Fat Angel seems to attract people. :-)
Also, two more drabbles for open_on_sunday, since it's, well, Monday. Subject: "Late". One with Buffy and one with Kendra; hey, I've been writing so much Faith lately, I had to do some equal opportunity thing...
Snooze
"Ah, Miss Summers. How kind of you to grace us with your presence. And only 30 minutes late!" The entire auditorium snickered and Buffy realized with a shudder that the only free seat was waaaaay down in the second row. She had to climb over several students ("'Scuse me. 'Scuse me. Wooops. Sorry.") to reach it, and she just knew they could tell that she hadn't had time to shower.
To further add to the crappiness of oversleeping, she had to skip lunch. Save the money for yet another new clock radio. Slayer strength and snooze buttons just don't mix.
Night Night
Kendra drowns in Drusilla's eyes and nothing matters anymore; the slash across her throat barely hurts.
The paralysis begins to slowly fade as she hits the floor, and somewhere inside Slayer instincts scream that every second counts. She gasps for air, but there's only blood. When her brain finally regains control and orders her body to fight, crawl, live, its arms are too heavy to lift.
She hears someone come running down the corridor and grabs frantically for a flicker of hope. Help me, don't let me die like this, please... But before Buffy gets there, it all slips away.
