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There's no real rhyme or reason to the order of posts - it's kind of scrambled at the moment. SilverWick and I will talk, or my muses will flow a little, and I'll write whatever scene happened to catch my fancy. Someday I hope that this might become a full-fledged fic instead of a series of drabbles, in which case I'll take all the drabbles, put them in chrono order, and smooth them out. For the near future, though, we'll be skipping from ep to ep, season to season.
This is where you, the lucky readers, luck out. Not only can you comment to tell us what sounds good and what should be rewritten, but you can also suggest which scenes should be written next, or some event that could happen in this universe that didn't happen in canon. The only way we'll become better writers is with your help.
As you may've noticed, all the drabbles so far have been written by me. SilverWick has a few that she's working on, and they'll be posted when she has time. If you're interested in becoming a co-author or co-idea-giver, please let us know! We'd love the help.
I graduate soon, so for the next two weeks there may be little to no new drabbles on this series, but rest assured, after graduation I'll have more time to write and there will be lots of new posts.
Will rushed quickly down the hallways of Wolfram and Hart, his black leather briefcase brushing his leg with every other step. He didn’t need a mirror to know he looked good, his bleached blond hair was slicked back as usual, and paired with the scar on his eyebrow made a striking contrast with his crisp modern black business suit. He looked like a wild punk barely restrained by a professional attitude, and it never failed to draw appreciative looks from most of the women and even some of the men he passed. Those whom had made a habit of looking knew that on his off-time, Will could be found frequenting certain clubs decked out in all his punk glory: tight black t-shirt, tight black jeans, black nail polish and eye shadow, all of which would disappear without a trace the next day. In the clubs he’d be a tease, dancing with anyone of any gender who offered, but he never went home with anyone.
Those that he walked past who didn’t watch him for is looks were noticing the figurative black cloud surrounding him. Will was furious. "How long has he been here?" he demanded from the secretary hurrying after him.
His secretary flinched but replied, her voice not wavering. "Security brought him in about twenty minutes ago."
Will spared her a glare over his shoulder. "You should have pulled me out of that meeting the minute you heard anything." Damn it, he thought, how did this happen? He put extreme effort into being on top of everything, and now things were taking a turn for the chaotic. He made a mental note to schedule a meeting with his secretary to further instruct her on what to do if this situation ever happened again. "What about the family?"
"On their way."
Will stepped into his office, quickly evaluating the situation. It was only Billy and Gavin, the prick, talking amicable in *his* office. If looks could kill, the one Will directed towards Gavin would’ve blown him away quicker than an ice cube melts on a hot stove.
"Will. I was just keeping young Billy here company." Gavin replied, acting as if he had every right to be in Will’s office. Will quickly made another note to make sure and sabotage Gavin in the near future.
In direct conflict with his thoughts, Will pasted on a charming smile and said in his most sincere voice, "Thanks so very much, Gavin. I'll take it from here." Get the hell out of my office, asswipe. "Billy, your family has been worried sick." Not completely true, more like they’ve been threatening to castrate me if I didn’t produce you. "Where have you been?" Not that I think you’ll tell me, but maybe next time I’ll have a lead on how to track you down.
Billy smiled, smug. "Went for a walk."
Will worked hard to keep the incredulousness out of his voice. "A walk. For three days?"
"The boy was feeling cooped up." Gavin interjected, sounding like a proud father telling a problem teacher to back off.
He was still here? Will almost growled. "Gavin, why don't you go - close an escrow or something?” He turned back to Billy. "You're not supposed to be out on your own. You remember what happened the last time, don't you? " You were captured and shoved in that fire jail, and I have no clue how I’d even start trying to get you out a second time.
"Of course he does." Congressman Blim answered for his son as he arrived at Will’s office. "Fire torture is not easy to forget, and I speak from experience."
Will nodded to the new arrival. "Congressman."
Blim smiled at his son. "I trust you managed to stay out of trouble this time, Billy?"
The smug satisfied look never left Billy’s face. "No trouble."
Blim nodded. "Lets go home." He turned to Will, "Well, this is the second time you've returned our nephew safely to us." His gaze shifted to Gavin. "Thank you." He finished, leading his son out of the office.
"Our pleasure." Gavin smiled.
The clients had walked out of earshot when Will turned on Gavin, "Our? You had nothing to do with it."
Gavin ignored him. "Nice boy."
"Yeah, Billy? He's great. Had his own private room in hell. Family connections." Will replied. Normally he would never willing reveal this much information to a colleague, but he figured most of it was already in the circulating rumors. "Oh - by the way - get out."
Gavin just looked at him. Will’s fingered itched to punch him. "I wasn't finished."
"No. You really were. To make myself clear - You’d best stay away from my clients." Will said, relishing in the edge of his voice that usually sent Gavin scurrying away.
"And you’d best shut your fucking trap." Gavin replied, a harsh glint in his eyes that Will had never seen before. The obscenity slipping so easily from Gavin’s lips only shocked Will for a moment, but it was long enough for Gavin’s fist to connect. The impact sent Will spinning around off-balance, and he fell to the floor. Gavin walked over and kicked him in the stomach twice, before kneeling down to choke him.
"Corrupted filth!" Gavin screamed as his fingers tightened. Will would’ve congratulated the man for finding a pair, if Gavin hadn’t been using them to beat him into a pulp. Will blacked out before the security guards could pull Gavin off of him.
A little explanation first. Remember the flashback where Human!Dru is confessing her sins to Angelus? Well, this is those roles, but in my universe:
He hadn't really believed the Crydon clan when they'd boasted of defeating a Slayer last week, but the proof is right before his eyes. After all, everyone knows that there's only one at a time. As far as he knew, she'd only reciently been gifted with the Power. The innkeeper was too moraless to be a member of the rumoured prestigious British society, and the girl herself did nothing to hide the strange look she'd cast in his direction. She could feel him, of that he was certian, but she did not know what the feeling meant.
From the moment he'd caught a glance of her in the tavern last night, he'd been haunted by her scent, a slave to the desire to have her. A handful of coins rented her for the night, and he smiled as she lead him up the stairs and into a bedroom. He shut the door and locked it, before turning to her. "What's your name, sweeth'art?" Lind drawled, caressing her long blonde hair.
"Darla." she replied, a note of coy shyness in her voice which was undoubtable feigned for men's pleasure. She was blushing like a virgin, but he could smell the faded lingering scents of a dozen different men and a few women on her skin. Fucking an innocent was a failsafe aphrodisiac to most humans and vampires, but not for Lind. Anyone could fuck an innocent, but Lind was going to be the first vampire to fuck a willing Slayer.
She gave as good as she got in their lovemaking, her powerful body responding like a carefully crafted guitar, her cries of passion like the clear notes of a plucked string. Oh, how delightful her screams had been when he showed her his true face. She'd ran for the door, unable to remember how to unlock the latch in her panic. That was when he pounced, his true nature taking control as he sunk his fangs into her neck to taste her sweet blood.
"Witness me prowling." Jesse muttered to himself. Yeah, plenty of other fish sea-wise, just waiting for the chance to be gifted with a smile from him. Plenty of girls who would give their right arm just to...
...who was he kidding? His popular boy fantasies were almost as bad as Oz's rock star daydreams. Cordelia was the only girl he wanted, and he was the last guy she'd ever look at. He should just give up, but he couldn't; it was like he'd built up a tolerance to her rejection, that he could handle it and just keep trying. If he asked another girl and she rejected him, he feared that it might destroy him. There was a tap on his shoulder and he turned, wondering if Anya had gotten tired of waiting for Oz to show.
For a moment he thought that Cordelia had come back; the long dark hair and dark eyes were similar, but the face was totally different. "Um...hi?" Jesse said, wondering if he were dreaming. There was a girl, watching him with the same expression he'd dreamed on Cordy's face for years.
"Hey." She said, smiling. "Want to dance?"
"Uh yeah, sure." he said. She took his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor as the current song ended and a slower one began. She wrapped his arms around her waist before wrapping her own arms around his neck. They leaned into eachother, bodies pressed together as they swayed to the music.
He pulled away slightly when the song ended. "Are you thirsty?"
Her gaze dropping to his neck for the briefest moment. "Very."
He took her hand and lead her off the dance floor. On the short walk to the bar to order sodas, Jesse asked, "So, what's your name?"
She smiled, their hands clasped, fingers intertwined. "Lilah."
"Have you seen her?" Aura said, as a few Cordettes entered the girls' dressing room to get ready for gym.
The girl next to her smiled. "The new girl? Oh yeah. She looks alright, but what kind of name is Buffy, anyway?"
"I heard she got kicked out of her last school for starting fights." said Marcie, tagging along with the Cordettes. No one made any sign that they'd heard her. Sighing, she broke away from the group to go to her own locker, which was on the opposite side of the room.
"Hey Harmony!" a passing student called out.
"Hi!" Harmony replied, as she and Aura stopped by their lockers. She began spinning the lock into the proper combination, while Aura leaned on the lockers facing her.
"Seriously though. The rumour in homeroom is that she got kicked out." Aura continued, examining her nail job for chips.
Harmony's eye widened. "No way! What did she do?"
"She was starting fights!" Aura replied.
Harmony had her attention on Aura and so didn't notice the dead body in her locker until it had fallen on her. She screamed, jumping back from the corpse. "Oh my god!"
Aura shrieked and jumped away from the corpse as well, then critically looked Harmony from head to toe. "Twirl." she ordered, and Harmony did so, then waited worriedly for the verdict.
"You're fine." Aura said, and Harmony breathed a sign of relief.
"Thank goodness. 'Cause you know, bloodstains are so hard to get out of clothes!" Harmony said, grabbing her purse and turning to leave the locker room.
Aura joined her, leaving before a crowd gathered and made her skin blemish with the stress of it all. "Totally. My mom bought all this expensive stuff that claimed to, but it so didn't."
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