This is my first Buffy fanfiction so if it sucks, bare with me. It'll get better. I just have to get into the swing of things with it. This is for the 30 day drabble challenge. There's a link on my profile. I'm currently doing one for the Vampire Academy and will probably do ones for the Big Bang Theory and Victorious(cause I'm a cool cat) too, so check them out if you're into them. Joss Whedon owns all things Buffy, including the dialogue in this drabble. Enjoy! :)
Drabble Challenge - Take One
Prompt - Beginning
Description - Different take on Angel meeting Buffy. Angel's point of view.
I watch the young blonde girl leave her house and lock the door behind her. Again, I'm strucken by her beauty, as I am everytime I see her. I stealthily follow a few feet behind her. I already know she's going to the Bronze because whereelse could she possibly go in Sunnydale? But I don't want to do this in a public place. It needs to be just the two of us. When we reach the alley, I make a little noise, walk a little closer. But then she disappears. I rub the back of my neck and walk to the middle of the alley. Then I get knocked onto my back as the slayer comes falling out of the sky. I grunt.
"Is there a problem, ma'am?" I ask her, mockingly.
"Yeah, there's a problem. Why are you following me?" she demands harshly.
"I know what you're thinking," I start, "But don't worry, I don't bite." She stands up and I follow suit, climbing to my feet.
"Truth is, I thought you'd be taller, or bigger muscles and all that. You're pretty spry, though," I tell her, mocking her.
"What do you want?" she demands again.
"The same thing you do," I continue to mock her.
"Okay," she says slowly, "What do I want?"
"To kill them," I smirk, "To kill them all."
"Sorry, that's inncorrect. But you do get this lovely watch and a year's supply of Turtle Wax. What I want is to be left alone!" she taunts. I shake my head.
"You really think that's an option now? You're standing at the mouth of Hell," I inform her, "You can't turn your back on it," I reach into the pocket inside my coat and pull out a box, "You've got to be ready."
"Ready for what?" she asks, obviously fed up.
"The harvest," I throw her the box and she catches it easily. Then I walk back down the alley, away from her.
"Who are you?" she calls from behind me. I turn, smirking slightly.
"Let's just say," I pause, choosing my words, "I'm a friend."
"Yeah, well, maybe I don't want a friend," she calls.
"I didn't say I was yours," I walk away. And deep in my soul, I know that this is only the beginning. There's so much more to come.
I know I talk - or type - too much but I think you should review anyway. ;P