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Title: From the Rubble
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Spike, Angel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: AtS crossover. Set after series finale 5x22 “Not Fade Away”
Summary: It’s not the end just yet...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Prompt: #397 - Crooked
Crossposted: My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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Spike looked up from the bottom of a pile of rubble and debris he’d been thrown into when the bloody dragon had whipped its tail around.
Angel was already climbing to the top and he followed suit, even with his ears still ringing from the lash. But as he emerged next to his grandsire, he realized that was the whirring sound of military helicopters releasing all their firepower onto the beast.
Someone jumped.
A shiny blade.
One deadly blow.
“Who’s that?” asked Angel, squinting his half scorched eyes.
Spike managed a pained, crooked smile. She’d never miss an apocalypse. “Buffy.”
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Spike, Angel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: AtS crossover. Set after series finale 5x22 “Not Fade Away”
Summary: It’s not the end just yet...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Prompt: #397 - Crooked
Crossposted: My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
—
Spike looked up from the bottom of a pile of rubble and debris he’d been thrown into when the bloody dragon had whipped its tail around.
Angel was already climbing to the top and he followed suit, even with his ears still ringing from the lash. But as he emerged next to his grandsire, he realized that was the whirring sound of military helicopters releasing all their firepower onto the beast.
Someone jumped.
A shiny blade.
One deadly blow.
“Who’s that?” asked Angel, squinting his half scorched eyes.
Spike managed a pained, crooked smile. She’d never miss an apocalypse. “Buffy.”
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