SA, that was a corker. And all the drabbles are killers.

Have I mentioned how much I love the drabble, as a get-into-headspace thing and self-discipline tool?

'cause I do.

Drabbles saved my life.

Or at least my muse.

I've taken Nic's advice to drabble when I get to tough parts of novels. He's a wise, wise man about this sort of thing.

Deb, are you around for the day? I'm on AIM, if you have the time.

SA, I'll pop in in just a bit; I have to get our guest room ready for NoiseDesign, which means a vaccuum and carpet clean, then I have to clean the rest of the house, and go exchange our dead Ionic Breeze for a functional one.....

OK, but I haven't eaten. Give me five minutes and I'lve got about ten minutes free, unless you want to hook up later in the evening?

Whatever's good for you--though I'm planning on ingesting much NyQuil and hopefully passing out.

SA, I'm on right this second - I've got a few minutes, and then I'm gone. Ping me - I'm grabbing some cereal.

The Resurrection Gambit

Part eleven: Intellect

Los Angeles, 2003: Angel moved first, leaping from the lectern toward the Juris with preternatural speed. Spike was right behind him, leaping over the row of chairs as though it were a subway turnstile. Wesley and Gunn rose quickly, drawing their weapons, as Fred, Xander and Giles fell back, preparing to see how best they could help.

“Stop,” said the Juris, and a wall of force buffeted the heroes. Spike—in mid-air—was slammed straight into the wall. Angel was knocked backward and stunned.

Wesley aimed his pistol for the Juris’s head, to no avail. Gunn charged the monster, only to find its hand wrapped around his throat. The Juris hefted Gunn above his head, strangling him. It began to open its lips to speak, when suddenly, an ear-piercing shriek filled the room, so jarring that the Juris dropped Gunn, who landed with a thud on the ground.

The Juris took its eyes off the heroes to see Lorne, whose voice was scrambling the Juris’ ultrasonics. Angel wasn’t sure if that trick would work, but it seemed to be at least buying them some space. Unfortunately, Lorne couldn’t do anything but scream as the vampire glided toward him.

But he had taken his attention off Angel, who body slammed the Juris with enough force to knock him to the ground. Angel landed punch after punch on the monster, but to no avail. Within moments, the Juris had gotten its bearings back, grabbing Angel by the shirt and tossing him into Lorne.

The others had recovered, too, and had surrounded the monster. They all knew they couldn’t win, but were determined to try.

“This is pointless,” said the Juris. “I have not come to fight. I have come to bring you a warning. War is coming, but our wars are fought in shadows. We are immortal. Our wars are fought in glacial time.”

The monster’s head then turned toward Giles.

“Four tied to the Slayer line are destined to hold our fate. If I could, I would kill you all and be done with it, but the strands of destiny instruct me otherwise. You must all be judged in your turn.”

Without another word, the Juris turned and left.

oooooh.

Victor, it needs a paragraph break or three in there, I'd say.

Yay, high class lunch time reading! Very nice Victor.