Giving the Gift of Death - Chapter 3 (BTVS/Dead Like Me) Prompt #77: Annoy
Title: Waiting
TtH Prompt: #77 - Annoy
Summary: Heaven takes its time.
Roxie was right, the apocalypse had been averted. Twelve hours later they stood on the edge of the sinkhole that had once been town. It was only three hours ago that Mason had pulled himself out of the rubble. Apparently his reap, A. Jenkins, had mostly decapitated him when he was taking her soul from her body.
"This one's fun," he laughed climbing up the edge of the large sinkhole after getting himself out from under the rubble that had fallen on him, "Can we keep her?"
"No, Mason, you can't collect souls as pets," George told him, exasperated. She'd had to go down to the seal and collect the vampire's soul.
"Where's yours?" he asked her, sitting down on the edge.
"Her soul disappeared," Roxie told him.
"He wasn't even alive. He was a vampire," George ranted, irritated that she'd even had to go down in that nasty little hole.
"Everyone else got out?" Jenkins A. asked, looking at the other souls standing on the edge with them, she was the only one that was strangely not blue.
"Yeah, they took a bus out of town. We saw them loading and barely had time to jump in our car," Roxie nodded, pissed off that she'd almost lost her car to this reap.
Twelve hours after the collapse, three hours after Mason had joined them, they were still standing there. There were no blue lights, no pathways for the souls to take, and there they were with three teenage girls and A. Jenkins.
Anya had been babbling away about losing her magic shop to the collapse, about not being with her friends, about losing her orgasms, which they'd soon found out had been her boyfriend. She'd complained about everything and she'd gotten the younger girls in on it too.
Thirteen hours later and the girls were gone. Anya Jenkins was still with them, and still asking to go meet up with her friends.
"Can we go now?" Roxie demanded, from her perch on the hood of her car. "She's not going to be picked up."
"Didn't they give you anymore information?" Daisy asked for the third time.
"Well, they might've dropped something off tonight, but we're not in Seattle, are we?" George asked, irritated, annoyed, with her fellow reapers. She stood up from where she'd been sitting on the edge of the crater and stalked back to the car, climbing in the back seat.
There, waiting for her, was a grey envelope.
"Damnit," she yelled at the sky, before quickly scanning the content of the envelope someone upstairs could've been nice enough to warn her had been waiting in the car. Reading that Jenkins A. was to come back to Seattle with them, no further information, she snapped, "It's time to go."
"What about the girl?" Mason grinned, checking her out. They were getting to keep her, if he was telling the signals right.
"She's coming too," George very near growled.
"No!" Anya said, stamping her foot just a little. "I'm going to LA, I'm finding the others."
"You're coming with us. That's the orders," George told her, still annoyed, but deflating at the look she remembered far too clearly from her own initiation as a reaper. "You can stay at my place tonight. I can explain things better once I've gotten some sleep."
"You're really not going to let me join my friends?" Anya asked. She looked upset, like she was going to cry.
"You're dead," Roxie told her bluntly.
"Roxie, be nice, the poor dear just died saving the world," Daisy chided.
"I'm sorry," George told Anya.
"But Xander asked me to marry him again, and he meant it. We didn't even get to tell the others," she sniffled.
TtH Prompt: #77 - Annoy
Summary: Heaven takes its time.
Roxie was right, the apocalypse had been averted. Twelve hours later they stood on the edge of the sinkhole that had once been town. It was only three hours ago that Mason had pulled himself out of the rubble. Apparently his reap, A. Jenkins, had mostly decapitated him when he was taking her soul from her body.
"This one's fun," he laughed climbing up the edge of the large sinkhole after getting himself out from under the rubble that had fallen on him, "Can we keep her?"
"No, Mason, you can't collect souls as pets," George told him, exasperated. She'd had to go down to the seal and collect the vampire's soul.
"Where's yours?" he asked her, sitting down on the edge.
"Her soul disappeared," Roxie told him.
"He wasn't even alive. He was a vampire," George ranted, irritated that she'd even had to go down in that nasty little hole.
"Everyone else got out?" Jenkins A. asked, looking at the other souls standing on the edge with them, she was the only one that was strangely not blue.
"Yeah, they took a bus out of town. We saw them loading and barely had time to jump in our car," Roxie nodded, pissed off that she'd almost lost her car to this reap.
Twelve hours after the collapse, three hours after Mason had joined them, they were still standing there. There were no blue lights, no pathways for the souls to take, and there they were with three teenage girls and A. Jenkins.
Anya had been babbling away about losing her magic shop to the collapse, about not being with her friends, about losing her orgasms, which they'd soon found out had been her boyfriend. She'd complained about everything and she'd gotten the younger girls in on it too.
Thirteen hours later and the girls were gone. Anya Jenkins was still with them, and still asking to go meet up with her friends.
"Can we go now?" Roxie demanded, from her perch on the hood of her car. "She's not going to be picked up."
"Didn't they give you anymore information?" Daisy asked for the third time.
"Well, they might've dropped something off tonight, but we're not in Seattle, are we?" George asked, irritated, annoyed, with her fellow reapers. She stood up from where she'd been sitting on the edge of the crater and stalked back to the car, climbing in the back seat.
There, waiting for her, was a grey envelope.
"Damnit," she yelled at the sky, before quickly scanning the content of the envelope someone upstairs could've been nice enough to warn her had been waiting in the car. Reading that Jenkins A. was to come back to Seattle with them, no further information, she snapped, "It's time to go."
"What about the girl?" Mason grinned, checking her out. They were getting to keep her, if he was telling the signals right.
"She's coming too," George very near growled.
"No!" Anya said, stamping her foot just a little. "I'm going to LA, I'm finding the others."
"You're coming with us. That's the orders," George told her, still annoyed, but deflating at the look she remembered far too clearly from her own initiation as a reaper. "You can stay at my place tonight. I can explain things better once I've gotten some sleep."
"You're really not going to let me join my friends?" Anya asked. She looked upset, like she was going to cry.
"You're dead," Roxie told her bluntly.
"Roxie, be nice, the poor dear just died saving the world," Daisy chided.
"I'm sorry," George told Anya.
"But Xander asked me to marry him again, and he meant it. We didn't even get to tell the others," she sniffled.