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Untitled, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Movie/Season 8, Gen, G
If there's one thing Nicki couldn't abide about being a vampire, it was her lack of reflection. At first she considered turning Kimberly, she was dumb and did what she was told, but the girl applied her foundation like it was spackle. So she picked Jennifer instead.

They spent the 90's travelling up and down the west coast killing every scud the found wearing plaid flannel.

The 00's found them in Europe (by way of way disgusting freighters & way disgusting freighter crews). France was blast, Spain was too sunny & they didn't last long in Italy because Jennifer couldn't help feeding off every cute guy she met.

2010 and they were in Scotland. Whether it was purely a whim, nostalgia, curiosity or a mix of all three, they'd come to find their old friend.

"Check this sitch," chortled Jennifer. "Pretty butch look, Buffy."

Nicki giggled.

"Anachronistic much?" Buffy retorted. "I'm not the one wearing spandex &- My god, is that acid wash?!"

"In case you hadn't noticed, Buff," Nicki smirked. "There's two of us & one of you. That's a pretty bogus sitch."

"Guess again, scuds," Buffy smiled. Emerging around her were two dozen women carrying stakes, swords & crossbows.

A redhead sidled up to Buffy and glanced at her curiously, "'Scuds'?"

"It's- It's a thing," Buffy grimaced.


Untitled, Angel, Season 1, In the Dark, Gen, G
They spent the rest of the day at the beach. After Angel had discarded the shredded remains of his shirt, he simply sat on the wet sand & watched the sun move along it's arc toward the western horizon.

Cordelia managed to scrounge enough money out of her wallet to buy everyone an ice cream. "When I ascend to my inevitable stardom you can all have chocolate-dipped, until then we'll just have to stick with plain old vanilla," she grinned.

Oz & Doyle traded ideas on what Angel could do with the ring.

"Tan."

"Obviously. Take road trips without hiding under a blanket the whole way."

"Picnics."

"Beach volleyball, preferably watching. It's what California was made for."

"I know he can go get his own mail now," Cordelia interjected.

"Space Camp! We should definitely check it out. It could be fun," Doyle looked to the others for support.

"Yeah if you're a ten year-old," Cordelia snarked back. "Or have the brain of one."

"Space is cool," Oz deadpanned.

"What do you think, Angel?" Doyle asked eagerly. "It's a big, bright & sunny world out there. What do you want to do next?"

Angel watched as the sun dipped lower on the horizon, rubbing his fingers over the gem.

"Let's go back to the office."


Untitled, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 1, Prophecy Girl, Gen, PG
She thought of Merrick. Jesse. Every nameless person she was too late to save. Is this how it felt for them? Cold, dank breath skittering across her cheek. Cool, strong hands gripping her shoulders tight. Her stomach tied up in knots of fear & revulsion.

She felt a tear roll down her cheek as he whispered in her ear, gloating. "You're the one that sets me free! If you hadn't come, I couldn't go. Think about that."

But she couldn't think, not with his teeth tearing at her throat. Not with sixteen years of her life pouring into his mouth.


Dream, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 4, Gen, G
She is a hunter, born of a primal instinct that cannot be taught. It is in her blood and muscle and sinew. She's roamed barren lands & lush rain forests, city streets & verdant grasslands. Every where her prey can be found, she will hunt them down.

They emerge at dusk. Revelling in the darkness, her prey think they own the night. They don't realise that she is the night. She strikes; swift & deadly. She is triumphant again.

***

The kitten's feet twitched as she slept, her paws flexing so her sharp little claws would emerge. Tara & Willow watched avidly, the sight of a kitten sleeping still a novelty to them.

"What do you think she dreams about?" Tara lay her head on Willow's shoulder.

"Probably warm milk, cuddles & catnip!" Willow grinned.
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