"Ethan! You're in my way!"
It was no good; the little idiot was apparently mesmerised. He was staring up the enormous shape, now defining itself more quickly, and he was chanting. She heard him, running the endless loop under his breath: eight, nine, vampires to dust, ten, eleven, man and woman together.
Emma reached through the pentagram with her left hand. The sensation was electric and very bizarre; also, it hurt, rather emphatically. Sucking down air, she mentally added flogging with a wet buggy whip to the list of pleasures she was going to allow herself to inflict on Ethan Rayne. She got him by the collar and yanked him towards her, noticing an odd little black tattoo on the crook of his shoulder as the shirt bunched in her hand.
"AAAARGH BEHOLD EYGHON ouch bloody hell that HURTS let go of me you cow!"
"Shut up, you black-magic dabbling little twit!" She wrenched him clear of the pentagram, sliding her left hand down to a vicious grip on his bicep. "Get us down here, me and Steed? Was that the idea? 'Ten, eleven, man and woman together?' Feed us to that damned thing?"
"Well...."
She dug her fingers hard, and he shrieked. "'Eight nine, vampires to dust' - killing these two off was supposed to help summon your big dusty friend in there? So you lured them here with the the girl. Is that it? Answer me."
Ooh, this challenge thing looks fun. Can I have in?
Spent most of the weekend reading the fics that you all recommended to me. It's like a whole new world! Sometimes a whole new scary world. I like it.
100 words, movies. Starting with baby steps.
“So, who do you think really killed Kennedy?”
“The First. Well, not really the First, the Bringers. I never really knew their names. I don’t know if they even had names. Hmm, I suppose they must have. I mean, they didn’t just go around saying ‘Bringer one, how was your day?’ Wouldn’t it have been funny if their names had been like Harry or Dean, something completely normal and evil-free, and…”
Willow smiled and touched the back of Fred’s hand lightly.
“Right. You meant John Kennedy.” Fred smiled sheepishly. “I don’t know. It wasn’t Kevin Costner, that’s for sure.”
(diet cream soda all over monitor)
Kat, you're EVIL!
Thanks for the hees. I probably have a little more Fred in me than I'd like to admit. That conversation is like some I've had in real life.
(I don't go around tasering people, though. Not unless they really deserve it)
oh goodness, I like all of this. I love the tragique thing, too funny. The 100s are all amazing. Deb, I can't wait to read the rest.
kat, that was amazing. Really, really great. And not just because it implies a horrible, painful, bloody death for Kennedy. Wait, my issues...
ita, your Buffy movie drabble is the funniest fucking thing
ever!!!
And the Dawn one was achy.
Please, please, please everyone gather your drabbles and send them to the Bitch Fic site! Please...
We totally need to start updating the Bitchyfic archive. And adveritsing it somehow.
Kat that was great, at first I thought maybe it was Andrew babbling.
