Rosebud: The Big Bad Wolf
It's time I wrote a rosebud. Fortunately scribesdshas put up new ones and I've chosen one.
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Ta. :)
The Big Bad Wolf
Author: Ares
ares13@spin.net.au
Written for B/A rosebuds
http://ba-rosebuds.livejournal.com/
Prompt: What Big Teeth You Have
Rating: G
Word count 525
Disclaimer: Joss says play, we play.
She shivered. Her nerves were shot to hell. It had been a terrible year all round. She was tired of saving the world, tried of trying to avert the next apocalypse, and just tired of it all. She was sorely in need of a break, which was why she was here.
Something was stalking her, and it ticked her off no end. Not someone, something. She shivered again, and continued on her way. Keeping her head down, she used her peripheral vision to try to catch a glimpse of her stalker. All she saw were shadows. The hairs on her arms and the back of her neck had risen, and she always relied on her instincts. Her body was telling her that there was something to be worried about. A grim parody of a smile twitched across her lips. Let it, them, whatever it was, follow her. Where she was going, the thing behind her had better beware.
Dangling from one arm, Buffy carried a straw basket. It was laden with goods unseen, heavy, beneath a fancy cloth covering. She had more than enough strength to carry its weight. It rocked a little with each step she took.
The street had narrowed and had become little more than a lane. Buildings loomed above her, casting deep shadows. Doorways were bolted shut and there was no escape if she chose. Buffy didn’t choose. Instead, she made her way between the walls, turning right where she was told to, and suddenly she came to a stop. There, before her, stood a vista of green. She was entering a garden. It was a haven, a refuge for the people who lived in the neighbouring apartment buildings. Her smile became genuine. Beneath trees she could see flowers. Tulips, she thought, and daffodils. She was rather proud of knowing the names.
Guiltily, she looked about, wondering if she could pick a few. Again, a furtive movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention. Deciding too many windows were facing the park, she made her way to the thickest stand of trees. There, she would make like a damsel, and take out the thing that would attack her. She shivered, in anticipation, as the cool dark shadows enveloped her. Pretending to twist her ankle, she let the basket drop, and bent over to rub at her foot. Her fingers felt for the knife she had strapped there.
A rush of air warned her of the attack. A snarl breached the quiet. She pivoted, coming up with the knife in her hand, and froze. A dark shape had launched itself from the branches above, driving her attacker into the ground. Angel’s fangs were cruel and sharp. His growl sent another shiver up her spine.
“My. My, what big teeth you have,” Buffy said to Angel with a grin.
“I see you brought dinner and a show,” he replied, with a bit of a lisp, alluding to the picnic she had packed in her basket and the demon he was about to slay.
“Whoever you are,” Buffy said to the demon flailing about on the ground, “meet my boyfriend, the Big Bad Wolf.”
End