Patterns

[cornerofmadness]

Had more trouble with this prompt than I expected. As always all rights belong to Mr. Whedon not me. All of them are PG-13

She could see the patterns of this plane, interweaving, spiraling, exploding in parts. The little mortals saw nothing. Had the shell she now wore ever been this blind? How could they stand this? They had no understanding of time. Life danced around them but they were shut off from it.
 
The longer she remained here, in her shell, the closer she grew to them. It baffled her. Her own place in the tapestry was becoming unclear. She was losing the threads of the pattern and something was creeping up inside her. Could this be what they meant by fear?

He should have been able to see more clearly. He usually found patterns quickly. Maybe he was too close to this. He missed every sign. He and Connor fell into the same patterns that Angel and his own father moved through. He should have seen it coming. Angel had promised himself he and Connor wouldn’t have the relationship he had with his father. Angel was going to avoid the traps. He was going to be a better father. He wasn’t going to make his son feel small and afraid. But he had. He missed the pattern. He lost his chance.

“Do you see the stars, Spike?” Dru lay on the dew-damp grass.
 
“Can’t miss ‘em, luv.” Spike wiped a little mugger blood from his lips. He and Dru had just made the park a little safe. How funny was that?
 
“Can you read their patterns, Spike?” Dru waved her arms, snake-like above her head. “Do you hear what the stars are whispering?”
 
“I leave that to you, luv.” Spike stretched out with her. He nuzzled her breast.  “What’s the pattern mean?”
 
“Sex and blood?” She grinned ferociously, caressing his shoulders.
 
He kissed her hard. “Sounds good to me.”

Giles sipped at the sludge passing as coffee. He needed the jolt. He had to stay awake. He knew the pattern of these attacks were in his books somewhere. He had to find it and decipher what it meant. Buffy was depending on him, as always.  He had an idea where the pattern began. From there, he should be able to follow it to the demon creating it. He knew he would prevail. There could be no room for doubt. He would not fail his Slayer and her friends. After all this was what he was born for.

“Watch what they do, Steven.”
 
The young man looked back at his father. “I know, Father. See the patterns, predict what they’ll do.”
 
“Not all demons can be predicted this way,” Holtz said. “But being observant is always to your benefit.”
 
“Knowing your prey makes it easier to kill it.” Steven parroted his father’s lessons. He wished that Father would trust him to remember but he was tired of looking for the patterns. His body ached for action.
 
Holtz patted his shoulder. “You’re a bright boy, son. You always make me proud.”
 
Steven beamed and went off to make his kill.
 

Comments

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Yay, Spike and Dru!!! Love that one. Hee. I actually like Illyria's, too.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

I was less impressed with these ones. Spike/Dru was about the only one that felt good

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Well you know, Spike and Dru!!!!!

[aaronlisa.livejournal.com]

I liked them all. In particular the Spike & Dru one and the Illyria one.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Thanks

[aaronlisa.livejournal.com]

No problem. The Connor ones were good too. I liked how you had the theme of Connor with his fathers.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Indeed I do like that theme. You can especially see my favorites in these drabbles. Connor and his dads, Spike/Dru and Giles

[aaronlisa.livejournal.com]

I tend to write drabbles that I want to expand on.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

I've done that a few times too but not as often I might expect