They read Angelus Miranda rights.
Omigod.
Only in Sunnydale....
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
They read Angelus Miranda rights.
Omigod.
Only in Sunnydale....
The detective bustles in, being careful not to pay any overt attention to the caged suspect. Bayliss' Bad Cop is like something from James Dean. Pembleton privately calls it Sullen, Moody, Cop.
"Excuse me, Detective Whelp?" Angelus says.
Bayliss counts to forty. "Were you addressing me? For your sake, I hope not."
"I've seen many boys like you. Broken them, too. And they all thanked me before they died. One didn't. He turned on me. Family can be such a trial.
'Why don't you break his neck, like you did Jenny's? And while we're on the subject, I know places to put a crucifix that will make you wish you were buried alive all over again. And whatever I say about it, people will believe. I'm like Superman around here. Pure as the driven snow." Bayliss approaches the cage, holy water concealed in his left hand.
"The whelp is a terrier. Feisty. I like it. Of course, I'll kill you anyway, but we can have some fun first."
Bayliss splashes some holy water, hitting the vampire in the hand. "Great. My turn."
FUCK!
just realised, during the downtime, it ate my previous post.
erika, I said - IIRC - how much I loved the next-to-last bit, but was wondering if you could place Frank visually for me. I can hear him, but can you move him around for me? I gather the table in the cage has been pushed aside to make room for the cage - what's Frank doing, leading up to the (suhNERK) miranda rights reading? Is he pacing, slamming his hands on tables, being faux-easy - he's so kinetic, I'd love to see him as well as hear him.
OK, I added a little, but it must be insufficient. Also, I lost it, I think.
erika, as weird as it sounds, I'm kinda relieved that it wasn't singling me to hiccough at, or my posts to eat. I'm post-Avonex and grouchy, damnit.
THERE'S your new stuff. It just popped up on my screen. Weirdness abounding.
Gorgeous!
Bayliss splashes some holy water, hitting the vampire in the hand. "Great. My turn."
HOOBAH! Loving this. Mean Zen!
erika, I am absolutely in love with your story. Frank'n'Tim vs. Angelus. Mmmmmm.
Still rooting for Angelus to play their minds like fiddles. Once he's out of there and away from all those other cops, then he can play with their brains. Soccer might work.
As much as I love the hairloaf, FrankNTim in the box with Angelus is soooo happymaking. Or it's the wine.
hee! My money is 100% on FranknTim.