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Two drabbles; a Buffy one for the open_on_sunday prompt "Lantern", and a Doctor Who one for the dw100 prompt "Wildlife". First time I've written the Fourth Doctor, so... gulp.

They Mostly Come At Dawn... Mostly
Post-"Chosen"

Guiseppe runs. Once you see their light, it's usually too late. Yet he runs.

Rome has catacombs, entire cities underground. They've been down here in the dark since before Caesar. It's safe. Home.

Then they came. Not just one every few decades, but half a dozen every day, picking them off one by one. Guiseppe runs deeper, dodging their bright beams, then turns into a tunnel that's suddenly filled with flickering yellow light. He's dust before he has time to scream.

(...)

"Wouldn't a flashlight be better?" Lucia nods at Buffy's cast-iron lantern.

"Maybe. I just like the feel of it."

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Saving Face

The Doctor swaggered out of the TARDIS and paused to look around. "...Ah! A perfect landing!"

Sarah Jane looked at the giraffes. "Doctor, this is the -"

"The biggest wildlife reserve in the galaxy! Welcome to the planet of..." He was interrupted by a convenient cough.

"I could have sworn this was the London Zoo."

"Nonsense! I said I'd fixed the TARDIS navigation, didn't I? Let me introduce you to the planet's king." The Doctor walked over to one of the gorillas. "Would you like a j... hey! That's mine!"

Well, at least they hadn't landed in that quarry again, Sarah Jane thought.

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Sigh. You know how sometimes you come up with one line of dialogue that's so perfect it triggers an entire fic, only by the time the fic starts to take shape you realise that the perfect line of dialogue doesn't actually fit and now you'll never get to use it...? Damnit.

Anyway, moving on. This week's prompt at open_on_sunday is "Holiday travel."

Soccer Mom To The Undead
"School Hard"

"Rock beats scissors. You get to perform the sacred duuuu-ty," Lisa singsonged.

Betty sighed. "Two out of three?"

"No way."

"I thought I was done with this when I became a vampire."

"Now, now. Driving our 'great' leader around town so he can feed before the ritual is an honor."

"Why can't he just walk?"

Lisa chuckled. "Because he's the Anointed One. Duh. I'm surprised you're not more grateful. The rest of us will have to spend all night eating high school kids. I'm sure your evening will be much more fun."

Betty really hated the Feast of St Vigeous.