4 BtVS Drabbles

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She'd always wanted a pet. She'd yearned, ever since she'd been a little girl, to have a fuzzy, furry, and warm body with whom to curl up at night while her sister was out saving the world or maybe getting herself killed. She wanted a cat with whom to share all of her secrets or a dog who would be more loyal than her sister and always choose her first. Dawn was tired of being alone, and even with her family all around her, she still felt that way. She believed she wouldn't if she had a pet.

Dawn blinked at the memory that she knew wasn't real as she stared into the unblinking eyes of Tara's cat. The poor girl had been left all alone after Tara had been killed and Willow had gone after Warren. Dawn understood Willow's wrath. She hoped she killed the bastard, but still she shouldn't leave Miss Kitty Fantastico all alone like this.

She picked the cat up and cuddled her in her arms. She smiled when she mewed. "It's okay," she reassured her. "We're not alone." Not any more. She looked after her, and even after Willow returned, they never separated for long.

The End




Buffy stared at the quiz before her. She couldn't imagine what this particular question could possibly have to do with the future her life would hold, if, indeed, it held any. Her pencil hovered just before the options as she considered the possibilities.

She'd never really had a pet. She'd wanted once and had always wanted to be able to cave to Dawn's requests and give her little sister a pet, but after she'd seen what Angel had done to Willow's fish, there had been no possibility of having animals in her life.

But she had had animals in her life. How many times had Angel and Spike both referred to themselves as being animals? She remembered their bites and how they had clawed her flesh. She remembered the savage looks in their wild eyes as they'd made love, and finally Buffy checked the box that read Animal Lover.

The End




She wanted to stay here in England forever, Willow thought. She surveyed the beautiful, blue sky and the smooth, green grass beneath the horses' hooves as she rode next to Giles. Even now, with her feet several feet off of the ground, she could feel the magic all around them. It breathed in the animals. It caressed her upturned face in the cool breeze.

It sang to her, and she knew, in her heart, that this was where she wanted to be for the rest of her life. This was the place she wanted to call home. She looked into Giles' eyes as they dismounted underneath an ancient, oak tree. "I don't want to go," she said. He didn't speak, but his gaze answered her solemnly and truthfully: He didn't want her to go, but they both knew she must.

The End



She stared down at the little, fluffy thing and his pink, wriggling nose through eyes full of horror. She wanted to scream. She ached to run, but to whom would she run? The being before her was her whole world. She didn't want to be a vengeance Demon. She didn't want to be just plain, ordinary Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins. She didn't really care much about saving the world. She just wanted to be Mrs. Alexander Lavelle Harris, and now, to do that, she was going to have to face her greatest fear.

She tried not to shake as she bent down. She tried not to let her fear show, but she knew he knew was terrified. It was all she could do not to run. It had been easier even to kill all those frat boys and face their bodies than to touch this quivering animal.

But she did it. She pulled together all of her courage and upon all of years wrecking vengeance to handle this one moment as she picked up the bunny and held it out before her. "Xander," she questioned exasperatedly, proud that her voice did not shake, "what Demon did you date this time?!"

The End