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vocab_drabbles2022-07-08 08:44 pm
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005: Imperious - BtVS - Spike - Catmandu
Title: Catmandu
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Spike
Warnings: Slight AU
Summary: Spike's outnumbered.
Miss Pussycat, Miss Pussycat, he thought, clucking his tongue, what have you done to me? The one who had begun it all sat at the highest perch in his crypt, atop a fridge the Nibblet had managed to persuade him to add to his otherwise medieval and Gothic decor. It was certainly out of place in his lair! After all, what did a big, bad Vamp need with a fridge? He didn't care if his blood was cold. In fact, he much preferred it warm and fresh!
He licked his top lip at the memories, but then tore into his bagged blood with his fangs and tried to focus on what little joy he could take from the small bag. First he'd started considering humans as more than Happy Meals. Then he'd gotten a bloody crush on the Slayer, becoming a babysitter for her kid sister even after her resurrection. And now, he was becoming --
Lady Imperious meowed loudly and swished her tail at him. "Yeah, yeah," Spike muttered, "I'm coming." Now he was catering to bloody cats and becoming... well, yeah, he had to admit as cats and kittens twined around his ankles... he was becoming a bloody catmandu! He'd heard of crazy cat ladies. (Who hadn't?) They did make some of the easiest meals around! But this was ridiculous! Here he was, the Big, Bloody Bad, catering to cats!
And a teenage girl, he thought, eyes flicking to the silently ticking clock on his wall, who'd be stopping by after school any minute now. "Yes, your Royal Highness, I've got yours too." Het set her out a can of tuna, poured the others catfood, and then started on Dawn's snack, shaking his head and cussing himself the whole time though a grin played upon his lips.
The End
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Spike
Warnings: Slight AU
Summary: Spike's outnumbered.
Miss Pussycat, Miss Pussycat, he thought, clucking his tongue, what have you done to me? The one who had begun it all sat at the highest perch in his crypt, atop a fridge the Nibblet had managed to persuade him to add to his otherwise medieval and Gothic decor. It was certainly out of place in his lair! After all, what did a big, bad Vamp need with a fridge? He didn't care if his blood was cold. In fact, he much preferred it warm and fresh!
He licked his top lip at the memories, but then tore into his bagged blood with his fangs and tried to focus on what little joy he could take from the small bag. First he'd started considering humans as more than Happy Meals. Then he'd gotten a bloody crush on the Slayer, becoming a babysitter for her kid sister even after her resurrection. And now, he was becoming --
Lady Imperious meowed loudly and swished her tail at him. "Yeah, yeah," Spike muttered, "I'm coming." Now he was catering to bloody cats and becoming... well, yeah, he had to admit as cats and kittens twined around his ankles... he was becoming a bloody catmandu! He'd heard of crazy cat ladies. (Who hadn't?) They did make some of the easiest meals around! But this was ridiculous! Here he was, the Big, Bloody Bad, catering to cats!
And a teenage girl, he thought, eyes flicking to the silently ticking clock on his wall, who'd be stopping by after school any minute now. "Yes, your Royal Highness, I've got yours too." Het set her out a can of tuna, poured the others catfood, and then started on Dawn's snack, shaking his head and cussing himself the whole time though a grin played upon his lips.
The End