Oct. 13th, 2009

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Zombie
Buffy
drabble
prompt was The Cranberries Songs (I chose Zombie)


His head is getting heavy, he can't keep it up any longer. He knows something bad's happening, reaches out for his mom, but there's nothing except the pain at his throat.

His eyes slip shut and the vampire drinking from him let his limp young body drop, tears at his wrist and holds it to the boys mouth.

It's a fight for control. A little boy's soul versus the power of the Anointed One, the full power of the Order of Aurelius brought to bear.

The little boy, Colin, doesn't stand a chance.

From the ashes of the five, the Anointed One has risen.
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Watcher's Cup II,
Buffy,
drabble,
prompt was Cup

It was his most valued possession when it came to training a Slayer.

It had saved him more than all the books and watcher's diaries and years of training combined.

He could still remember the day, after he and his father had started talking again, after he finally accepted his duty as a Watcher after that unfortunate Ripper business.

His father had taken him aside and handed it to him.

Obviously it wasn't the same one he's using today. This was the fourth or fifth incarnation.

But as Buffy kicked him in the groin again, Giles thanked all the Gods in heaven for his cup.
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Watcher's Cup
Drabble
Buffy
prompt was Cup

Faith sat Wesley down in front of the library's lone computer.

"What exactly are we doing?" he inquired, as he tried to stand up again. "We have important thing to do, I hardly think it's appropriate for me to be wasting time-"

"This'll only take a minute" Faith said, as she layed a Slayer-powered hand on his shoulder and shoved him down.

Xander queued up the Youtube video, hit play and stepped back.

From the office Buffy emerged carrying a videocamera.

But Wesley was too horrified by what was onscreen to notice.

"Good God! What are those two girls doing?!?!" He shouted before gagging.
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Everything Must Go!
Buffy,
drabble
prompt:sale, for open_on_sunday

She'd bought it on sale.

He'd recognized her and given her a discount.

She'd laugh if the pain in her head, the stitch in her side weren't so bad. She'd laugh if she wasn't about to die.

She was just the girlfriend (in the refridgerater!) -damn it. This was not the time for her popculture feminist to pop it's head out for a lecture.

If she was a better magic user- but no, magic is what got her into this mess.

Stupid spell, stupid lies that got her into this.

Jenny kept running.

She'd bought the orb on sale. How apt. This was a cheap death.
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Like a Shakespearean Tragedy,
Buffy
drabble for open_on_sunday
prompt:dash


A brave vessel, who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces."

-The Tempest. Act I, Scene II.

They'd sent her home in a box.

His baby. His Slayer. Now broken.

She'd never known that he'd loved her like a daughter. He kept to Watcher protocol, to a fault. He'd spent her entire life acting as though she were nothing more than a container for something greater.

It must have been a terrible childhood. To grow up and know only training, duty, and obligation.

She'd been more than he could have ever hoped for.

Sam Zabuto just wished he'd told Kendra that before she'd died.
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From last to ancient First
Buffy drabble
for open_on_sunday
prompt :calling and/or birds


Every other one in her line was Chosen, Called by beings of unimaginable power. They had a purpose, a cause they were born to.

All but her.

She had been dragged, chained. The sight of her village Elder and other wise men from nearby was a comfort only because she didn't know what they had planned.

The darkness slithered and flew through the air and into her, cold and slick.

When she died she felt... something, pass from her, fly out into the world in search of the next one.

The next Chosen.

The first girl to be called by Gods and not old men.
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That takes me back
drabble
for open_on_sunday's prompt longest and/or shortest
Buffy



"biggest?"

"No question, the Mayor. Your turn, smelliest?"

"Ew. Lurconis, the disgusting baby-eating tub dwelling...something!"

"Still pissed about the smell?"

"I've tried everything! the dry cleaners had me banned because the smell tranfered to other peoples clothes."

"What are you three doing?" Joyce asked, as she walked in on Xander, Willow and Buffy in the living room.

"We're playing which demon." said Willow brightly.

Joyce looked at her blankly and asked "Witch demon?"

"No, not that kind, like, um, what's the... the...shortest demon we've ever come across? and then the next person has to guess who it was."

The three friends looked at each other and grinned.

"Fear demon."
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A matter of honour, drabble
prompt for open_on_sunday, prompt:shortest and/or longest
Buffy


"Mine is bigger"

"no, it's longer, longer isn't bigger or better. Mine is wide, that's what counts."

From the other side of the door Xander and Willow looked at each other in confusion.

"Okay, pretty sure they're not talking about what I think they're talking about, right?" Xander looked at Willow for confirmation, "I mean girls don't......"

"Uh, not that I know of" Willow said.

"Faith, Buffy, I think you're both a little old to be playing whose got the bigger sword, now put those away and get out your quarter staffs." said Giles.

The swords scrapped as they went back into their scabbards.
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Tick
drabble
for open_on_sunday prompt: clock.
Buffy


She can feel her clock running down. The wind flies by her, tugging at her clothes and her hair. The pain in her gut is an afterthought, her blood is a cold spot on her shirt.

The moon is bright overhead.

Maybe this is how Angel feels-the seconds lasting years to make up for the life neither one will get to live after this night.

Damn, B. I wish this could have ended different. But she's not sure if the regret is for losing the fight or their falling out.

Her time runs out. Faith hits the truck.

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