Short Stuff

[cornerofmadness]

Here we go, my nominations for the Short Stuff awards (check them out, they're awards for drabbles and double drabbles. I know most of us have them and most other award sites aren't interested in them which is a shame since I see so many killer ones). For conveinence I've lumped them all here. They're all titled for ease of finding them. (forgive me for not cutting them. Lately that's been ruining the formating and I'm not sure why)

Tombstone (BtVS between S4-5, PG-13)

"Just me and you alone." Willow’s lips caressed Tara’s neck. "I’ve never been on vacation without my parents."

Tara twisted on the bed, running her hands under Willow’s nightgown. "It’ll be fun. First we’ll go to the O.K. Corral and then we can go horseback riding in the desert."

Willow’s lips traveled to Tara’s shoulder. "I can’t believe you talked me into going to Tombstone."

"I love the history. We can hit Vegas on the way home, just for some glitz."

"I’m still scared of horses," Willow confessed, blushing.

Tara kissed her warmly, caressing her lover. "We’ll work on that."

 

You Give Love a Bad Name

(BtVS S6, R-rated)

Spike limped home, nursing bruised hips and a bloodied lip. A vampire loving a Slayer was wrong, sick, and he knew it.

But this was worse. He loved her and she treated him like he was something she could stick some double A batteries in and toss in the drawer when she was through. No, that would be better than this. Her rage at being torn from heaven had to go somewhere. It would kill her friends. Only he was strong enough to handle it.

Didn’t she know how much it hurt him? Love wasn’t supposed to be like this

Kid Things (AtS S4, PG-13)

Angel watched his son’s hands work, sharpening weapons, readying for the Beast. This wasn’t what he wanted. His boy shouldn’t be this old, this hollow inside. Angel had found the tattered, scorched teddy bear he had tucked away when Connor was taken. That’s what he wanted for his son, kid’s things.

Connor should be playing with stuffed toys, still discovering where his toes were. He should be gurgling while Angel read him Golden Books. Some day they were going to play ball together. Instead, Connor had never seen a toy. He skipped straight to weapons. Inside, Angel wept.

Snapshots in time: Age Five (AtS S3, PG-13)

He wasn’t afraid. Steven kept telling himself that as he leapt into the fray. He didn’t know what the demons were but they had Father surrounded. Steven dodged one of their tails, tipped with rows of thin spikes. Father wasn’t so lucky. One struck his face and he fell.

"Father!"

Steven danced in among the demons. He was too little for them to think a danger. It made it easy, a cut hamstring here then slit their throats. He reached Father’s side, afraid for him.

"I’ll be all right." Holtz reached out and fluffed Steven’s hair. "Thanks to you."

 

 

Angels of the Silence (BtVS S2 Pg-13, Open On Sunday’s Counting Crow Lyric drabble challenge)

Angels watched over her, silent, some wearing gowns of moss. Buffy wondered what her stone observers would say if the could talk. Sometimes she wished they’d call out the location of a vampire, just to have someone watching her back. Maybe it was just as well they remained quiet and mournful. They were the one constant in her life, stone angels and the silence of her hunting grounds. She moved through them, shushed, grim. Some nights she wondered if her soul was slowly transforming into a stone angel and she too would be rooted, gazing off into the gathering dark.

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