The Calendar Post: Calling Card
Nov. 2nd, 2009 10:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shapinglightNovember, and the year continues its inexorable slide down towards Christmas. :shudder:
Anyway, I've turned over the page on my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sueworld2003 fanart calendar, but yet again only managed a drabble as this month's calendar post. In fact, it started off as a double drabble, but I just re-read it, thought it was terrible and have cut it in half. It's amazing how few words will do when you try.
Setting: BtVS early season 2
Rating: G
Angel receives an unwanted item of mail.
They're coming. The contents of the package are a warning, not a gift. They always did have a taste for drama, of the death and mayhem kind, and demons don't change.
Except him.
He doesn't know how they found his address. Not that it matters. He's not planning to run this time.
Drusilla smiles out of the photo, serene, nothing like she was when she belonged to him, while Spike looms at her shoulder, devoted. Doting. Deadly.
Let them come, he tells himself. He'll kill them.
He has to, before they spoil everything.
Before they drag him down with them.
Anyway, I've turned over the page on my
sueworld2003 fanart calendar, but yet again only managed a drabble as this month's calendar post. In fact, it started off as a double drabble, but I just re-read it, thought it was terrible and have cut it in half. It's amazing how few words will do when you try. Setting: BtVS early season 2
Rating: G
Angel receives an unwanted item of mail.
They're coming. The contents of the package are a warning, not a gift. They always did have a taste for drama, of the death and mayhem kind, and demons don't change.
Except him.
He doesn't know how they found his address. Not that it matters. He's not planning to run this time.
Drusilla smiles out of the photo, serene, nothing like she was when she belonged to him, while Spike looms at her shoulder, devoted. Doting. Deadly.
Let them come, he tells himself. He'll kill them.
He has to, before they spoil everything.
Before they drag him down with them.