Drabble for faiththatfuelsu
Note: This is actually quite different from my original idea for this. But after listening to the song a few times, I knew there was no other choice. Sorry, babe…
"Hello, Faith." The blonde could hardly keep the smile off her face as she appeared in Faith’s bedroom.
"Circe." Faith frowned. This was wrong. This was very very wrong. She knew her time was up. That the deal she made had come due. She was prepared, ready. But it wasn’t…the princess wasn’t the one who should be there. “Where’s Azrael?”
"I’m afraid my brother’s tied up this evening. Wedding plans with his fiancé." Oh how it delighted the goddess to say that. Azrael was getting married. Which meant he was getting far far away from Faith. “It’s just you and me tonight.”
"No." Faith shook her head. "No. This isn’t….he wouldn’t leave my…no…"
As a slayer, she had faced things that would give most normal people nightmares. And all without even batting an eyelash. But Circe’s hounds? She had met them once before. And ever since they had given HER nightmares. She had no desire to get up close and personal again.
"He would. And he did. Sorry." Her smile grew as the hounds appeared behind their mistress. Eleven of them - fur raised and eyes glowing.
"No." Faith wanted to argue, to say that Azrael wouldn’t do this to her. They were friends. And friends did not let friends get eaten by hellhounds*. But she didn’t. Couldn’t, really. That one word was all she got out before the pack descended on her and the screaming started.
*And just like the song made me write this drabble, my conversation with G this morning made me use this phrase. She would like it to be known, for the record, that Azrael would never actually allow this to occur. Which I do know. It just went with the song SOOOOO well. Still love me?
"Hello, Faith." The blonde could hardly keep the smile off her face as she appeared in Faith’s bedroom.
"Circe." Faith frowned. This was wrong. This was very very wrong. She knew her time was up. That the deal she made had come due. She was prepared, ready. But it wasn’t…the princess wasn’t the one who should be there. “Where’s Azrael?”
"I’m afraid my brother’s tied up this evening. Wedding plans with his fiancé." Oh how it delighted the goddess to say that. Azrael was getting married. Which meant he was getting far far away from Faith. “It’s just you and me tonight.”
"No." Faith shook her head. "No. This isn’t….he wouldn’t leave my…no…"
As a slayer, she had faced things that would give most normal people nightmares. And all without even batting an eyelash. But Circe’s hounds? She had met them once before. And ever since they had given HER nightmares. She had no desire to get up close and personal again.
"He would. And he did. Sorry." Her smile grew as the hounds appeared behind their mistress. Eleven of them - fur raised and eyes glowing.
"No." Faith wanted to argue, to say that Azrael wouldn’t do this to her. They were friends. And friends did not let friends get eaten by hellhounds*. But she didn’t. Couldn’t, really. That one word was all she got out before the pack descended on her and the screaming started.
*And just like the song made me write this drabble, my conversation with G this morning made me use this phrase. She would like it to be known, for the record, that Azrael would never actually allow this to occur. Which I do know. It just went with the song SOOOOO well. Still love me?