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katleeptTitle: Just One
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Giles
Rating: PG/K+
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giles_shorts Advent Giles Day Two: Gingerbread
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 200
Date Written: 3 December, 2015
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
Surely they will not notice only one of their number missing, he thinks, stealing another glance at all the little faces with sugary smiles. This day seems to be lasting forever. It's been one frustration after another, from the Slayer not wanting to perform her duties accurately to the bloody, new copier this infernal institution insists he use. The old Ripper would have lost it long ago and gone on a killing spree.
But he is not that man any longer. He has behaved, although it has taken every inch of his self control to keep his calm appearance today. He removes his glasses and sets to cleaning the spectacles, but again, his eyes steal over to those sweet, tiny faces. No one will notice, he decides, if one goes missing, and fast as lightning, he strikes. He grabs the nearest, smaller man and swiftly bites his neck.
A second later, the man is gone, and Rupert remains with a small, triumphant smile on his face. He can hear Ripper asking him now, Feeling better, old chap? Indeed, he is, and no one, he thinks again, will notice if there is one less man on the tray of gingerbread cookies.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Giles
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt:
giles_shorts Advent Giles Day Two: GingerbreadWarning(s): None
Word Count: 200
Date Written: 3 December, 2015
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, not the author, and are used without permission.
Surely they will not notice only one of their number missing, he thinks, stealing another glance at all the little faces with sugary smiles. This day seems to be lasting forever. It's been one frustration after another, from the Slayer not wanting to perform her duties accurately to the bloody, new copier this infernal institution insists he use. The old Ripper would have lost it long ago and gone on a killing spree.
But he is not that man any longer. He has behaved, although it has taken every inch of his self control to keep his calm appearance today. He removes his glasses and sets to cleaning the spectacles, but again, his eyes steal over to those sweet, tiny faces. No one will notice, he decides, if one goes missing, and fast as lightning, he strikes. He grabs the nearest, smaller man and swiftly bites his neck.
A second later, the man is gone, and Rupert remains with a small, triumphant smile on his face. He can hear Ripper asking him now, Feeling better, old chap? Indeed, he is, and no one, he thinks again, will notice if there is one less man on the tray of gingerbread cookies.
The End
