Wishing
Fifteen 100 words drabbles inspired by te titles from a list of lists.
1999: 10 Dates to Remember
January 3rd. Done torturing Dru. All’s fine again.
May 12th. The bitch cheats on me.
July 20th. So drunk I’m not sure what country I’m in.
September 14th. Hooked up with Harmony. Decent Shag. Already regretting it.
September 19th. A few hours in the sun.
October 17th. Angel and hot pokers. Like old times, or almost.
November 10th. The Initiative and the chip. Fuck.
November 27th. Asylum at the Watcher’s house and undead target for bow practice.
December 3rd. Engaged to the Slayer for a few hours. Traumatizing.
December 8th. Reaching all time low. Tied up in monkey boy’s basement.
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Things To Do in Hell
Think of these last words she gave him.
Think of his promise to her.
Think of the Slayer falling down to her death.
Think of how he could have saved her.
Drink to forget.
Drink some more.
Put up a good front for the Bit.
Make her smile at least once a day.
Patrol with the gang.
Fight well enough not to get dusted on purpose.
Be mostly civil to her gang.
Do another patrol after they’re gone.
Finish the bottle from earlier.
Pretend it doesn’t hurt so much now.
Remember that, despite appearances, this is not hell.
Not yet.
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Probable Locations of Trans-dimensional Portals
When he saw it, he knew. He had often heard his father tell about the
portal. A way out of Quortoth. A way out, but toward what? Toward a
world with different demons, but still demons. A world where he was
himself the son of demons. He knew that it was in him, but he wasn’t
sure he was ready to face it. Face him. What would he say, when he saw
the vampire? What would he
do? Kill him? Talk to him? Torture him? Try to understand?
No more time to think. A demon had jumped through. Steven followed.
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Several Phrases That Have Never Been Uttered in Human History
I know now that you didn’t need to get a soul. I am still proud,
touched that you sought it for me. I feel guilty for making you change.
I forgive you. I apologize for treating you like you had no feelings. I
apologize for saying you couldn’t love. I apologize for beating you
when you were trying to help. I apologize for lying to you. I am sorry
for what happened between us. I’d like to try again, starting from the
beginning. I’d like to get to know who you really are. I’d like to give
us a chance.
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The Past Ten Business Days
All-night convenience store. Log for stolen goods.
Day 1. Pack of beer. Cigarettes.
Day 2. Bourbon. Chocolate box. Cigarettes.
Day 3. Vodka. Whisky. Cigarettes.
Day 4. Tequila. Bourbon. Cigarettes.
Day 5. Soda cans. Chips. Dips. Cigarettes.
Day 6. Candy. Hair clip. Cigarettes.
Day 7. Bandages. Whisky. Cigarettes.
Day 8. Peroxide. Cigarettes.
Day 9. Flowers. Cologne. Cigarettes.
Day 10. Vodka. Tequila. Bourbon. Whisky. Cigarettes.
Shoplifter identified as male, blonde, black leather coat, NO
REFLECTION. Acompanied on days 5 and 6 by female, teenager, long brown
hair. Cahiers refuse to stop shoplifting even when performed right in
front of them. Please advise.
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Appropriate Names for Pets
He can’t remember when he started it, or why, but over the years he has
gotten very fond of doing it. By giving them names, he makes them his,
just a little. He knows, of course, that they are anything but his, but
he can pretend. It just annoys the Watcher and the monkey boy, as it
irritated Angelus. The girls, on the other hand… His Princess used to
love it. He suspects that Red and Glinda like their nicknames, and he
knows that his Nibblet does. And, sadly enough, he knows all too well
what his Slayer thinks exactly.
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1999: 10 Dates to Remember
January 6th. Mom tries to burn me and Willow for witchcraft.
January 15th. Giles drugs me per the Council’s orders and takes away my slayerness.
February 20th. Faith accidentally kills a human and joins the Mayor.
March 13th. Meeting with Vamp Willow.
April 9th. I can hear people’s thoughts. The world is a lonely place.
May 6th. Angel breaks up with me.
June 17th. Ascension of the Mayor.
September 19th. Blond pest problem under control, Gem of Amarra sent to Angel.
November 27th. The Chumash tribe invites itself for Thanksgiving.
December 3rd. Spike and I are engaged, courtesy of Willow.
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Words from a Magnetic Poetry Set
He didn’t know who had brought the things. Maybe one of the kiddies, or
the nerd. One evening, they were just there, stuck on the fridge in a
random manner, and he stared at them while his blood was warming.
Didn’t actually touch them.
The next evening, a few words had been moved, forming weird sentences
that didn’t make much sense. With a glance over his shoulder to make
sure no one was watching, he shifted a few pieces, assembling the
puzzle that had started to form in his mind the night before.
I watch her dance in the moonlight.
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Bad Things That Will Happen When You Masturbate
Spike was sleeping. Xander believed he was.
The annoying blonde had been rude to Anya and she had left early,
leaving Xander with a not so little problem. Of course, doing something
with an audience, even captive, wasn’t appealing. It still wasn’t now,
which was why Xander hoped the vamp was asleep.
Under the safety of the covers, he allowed his hand to become Anya’s,
pretended it was smooth instead of callused. Eyes tightly shut, biting
on his lips not to make a sound, he found release.
He opened his eyes again. Spike was watching him with a knowing smile.
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The Only Thoughts I Remember Crossing My Mind Today
He was drunk, when the witch came by. He was often drunk, of late. Only
alcohol burned the pain away. She didn’t comment on that, and he nodded
when she asked him to come at nightfall. He would be there for his
Nibblet. He had promised. And the kid needed him.
The hours after that were a blur. He had stopped drinking, so he would
be sober when he went to see the kid. And as the buzz of alcohol left,
the dreaded images came back. One more way he could have saved her.
More tears for a broken Slayer.
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The Seven Stages of Drunk
A little drunk. Just enough to scowl when someone walks by who looks like her.
Slightly drunk. Nice buzz so he can’t hear her voice in his mind.
Mostly drunk. Talking too much and too loudly about what a bitch she is.
Drunk. Plotting bad plans about how to kill her.
Very drunk. Plotting bad plans about how to get her heart.
Completely drunk. Remembering the silkiness of her skin, the taste of
her lips, the heat of her core, and forgetting the insults and how she
ran away afterwards.
Dead drunk. Passing out with her name on his lips.
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Sentences I Wish I Hadn't Written
He burned everything, that night. Went through all the notes
scattered around the house, every piece of paper on which he had
scribbled nonsense, and burned them in a large bonfire. Drusilla
clapped her hands, laughed, said something about burning demons. Yes,
certainly, it was his own personal hell he was destroying. And with
each poem turning to ashes, he could feel the pathetic poet shrivel a
little more inside him. Soon, he was nothing but a mere souvenir, and
there was no evidence left to prove that William the Bloody had earned
his name through words rather than bloodshed.
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Infrequently Asked Questions
Tell me you love me. Tell me you want me.
She was gone, now, and he was left in his half blown up crypt to wonder
what the hell that had been about. Why had she asked him to tell her?
She always forbade him to speak the words, always refused him just the
simple pleasure of telling them to her. Why had she suddenly wanted to
hear them? Could it be…? Could she finally…? Could he let himself hope?
She came back, at last. He tried not to look too eager, but then she said other words.
It's over.
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3 Little Things I Regret Having Said
Hard to choose. So often my words come out lightyears from what I think…
I knew the only thing better than killing a slayer would be fucking one. Yeah, not so proud of that one. Certainly not the best thing to say the morning after.
I'm gonna make you feel it... I think I may have had more nightmares about that one than her.
No, you don’t. I believe that’s the one I regret the most,
because I did to her what she had done so many times to me, denied her
feelings, when I know it hurts so much.
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3 Little Things I Regret Having Said
You're just convenient. Because Spike was anything but
convenient. I probably couldn’t have found someone less convenient than
him if I had tried. But I didn’t want to try, didn’t want anyone else.
I think it is. For you. Because I knew it was real, this
love he had for me. I just couldn’t admit that I saw it, couldn’t admit
I believed in his feelings, because soulless vampires weren’t supposed
to be able to love. But I knew, deep down, that he did love me.
I love you. Because I said it too late for him to believe me.
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