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Title: Training
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Angelus, Spike
Rating PG
Disclaimer: The boys belong to Joss, even though I’m often much nicer to them than he is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for
open_on_sunday’s current prompt, novice.
Spike fell back against the wall, away from the stake.
He’d gone looking for Watchers once they got back to London. Angelus had spoken scornfully of men who never fought themselves.
Angelus had been wrong.
The man rushed forward; Spike spun, slammed him against brick, and bit down.
He’d won. Just.
Angelus’ disgusted voice hit him; he turned, and saw his sire, demon-faced and displeased.
“Still a novice at subduing easy prey, boy? You’re a disgrace to the bloodline!”
Spike scowled and said nothing. When the practice paid off – when Spike killed a Slayer – Angelus would be proud of him.
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Angelus, Spike
Rating PG
Disclaimer: The boys belong to Joss, even though I’m often much nicer to them than he is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for
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Spike fell back against the wall, away from the stake.
He’d gone looking for Watchers once they got back to London. Angelus had spoken scornfully of men who never fought themselves.
Angelus had been wrong.
The man rushed forward; Spike spun, slammed him against brick, and bit down.
He’d won. Just.
Angelus’ disgusted voice hit him; he turned, and saw his sire, demon-faced and displeased.
“Still a novice at subduing easy prey, boy? You’re a disgrace to the bloodline!”
Spike scowled and said nothing. When the practice paid off – when Spike killed a Slayer – Angelus would be proud of him.
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Date: 2009-08-17 12:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-18 08:40 pm (UTC)Oh, absolutely. The cycle's painfully obvious.
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