And a Drabble

During season seven.

Thanks, Seasonal Spuffy, for letting me play again. :)


Another Perspective

I do not know these people. This man, he took me from my family. No one here speaks Serbian. I think it is a bad place. There are too many girls.

There is a vampire in the basement. He is not there for us to hurt. He lives there. I do not understand.

The one who is the Slayer I think, the blonde one, she looks at him. He looks at her. They do not look with hatred as should be. I think they are lovers. Or else they want to be.

This America is a very, very strange place.


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Drabble – Remembrance

Because my posting day is the eleventh day of the eleventh month.


Buffy handed Spike his mug of blood from the microwave, then took a sip of her tea. “My dad wasn’t in Vietnam. I hadn’t really thought much about Veteran’s Day since school.”

“Remembrance Day, we call it.” Spike leaned forward, his elbows on the table. “Didn’t think much of it myself, before the soul. But I was there. Not proud of my actions. Didn’t discriminate. One side tasted the same as the other.

But those boys. Lots of them Dawn’s age. I remember them now.”

“To the troops,” Buffy said, clinking mugs.

“Lest we forget.”


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