I posted in yourt LJ, sweets. Such a luscious revenge scenario.

Third Tori drabble, the First Slayer's POV.

Silent All These Years

Centuries, millenia, time passing like a lizard’s tail, dragging through desert sand.

She spoke – never.

Every century a day, every day a moment - she said nothing.

She was taken by a cabal of men, set to this task, this destruction, this sending of dust to dust. No protests were allowed, and none offered. She remained voiceless.

Death in its turn took her, her flesh becoming one with her bed of bones. Only silence.

The witch summoned her from her place of emptiness, coming to touch the Slayer of the new age.

Finally, restless and dreaming, the voiceless could speak.

Commented in your drabble post, Deb.

I just started doing these challenges, finding the 100 word limit to be tough, but probably good for me.

"Thank You"

Commented back. That's a very good Justine.

I really love the 100-worders. Beautiful discipline tools. But I love weighted freighted fiction, in any form.

The four-inch heels were easier. Not much, but they were. I could walk though, without looking like closing time at the Waterfront, and that was what I needed right then. I staggered some on the way out and the Munchkin caught me. The chill of his hand surprised me and I drew back. “I’m sorry,” I say. “You’re just...”

“Cold. I know.” But I knew he was doing one of those heavy Munch things, thinking about death. He used to do it for much less reason. His birthday, my birthday, John Lennon’s birthday. When they stopped making his favorite coffee cake. When the mail lady in his neighborhood called him “sir”. When that same young woman said he reminded her of her dad.

“ Look,” I say, “Don’t beat yourself up. You might as well let me do it...I’ve got the suit, huh?” I say, flicking my crop. Yeah, I said “crop”. Because for(hopefully) one night only, I’m the famous Mistress Katrina, demon dominatrix.I’ve seen photos of her and I look enough like her that me and Carrie could have a seriously freaky triplet somewhere. Or maybe they’re the real twins and I’m the product of some dimensional rift. Oh, God, I sound like Munch *and* Wesley. How scary is that?
“Hello?” I say. “Earth to Munchkin...I’m like duct-taped in and I just offered to punish you...”

“Well, obviously, the leering is implied, at all times, babe.” But he seems to have something darker on his mind, and I can’t believe I’m disappointed. Maybe it’s coming up on Wolfram and Hart. Munch is intimidated by money; it’s why he works so hard to prove he’s not.

“They put their pants on one leg at a time, Munchkin. And they’re the bad guys, huh? Fuck ‘em.”

“You’d better not. Unless it’s Lilah. That I want pay-per-view for.”

Munch is intimidated by money; it’s why he works so hard to prove he’s not.

Oh, man.

How true is that? Global, too.

Yeah. He's not the only one.

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(cross posted in fic thread.)

Munch POV

I really don’t know what a weird scene we’re in for, until a demon sees Kay and bows.“Mistress, I abase myself to you,” he says and kisses her foot. Which, shoot me, I notice has red painted toes. I feel like I’ve discovered something secret that she likes, if you know what I mean.
Kay struggles with the demon’s attention. “Uh, thank you?”

I shake my head slightly and she says “Not thank you. As well you should, slave.”

She’s bitchy, snappish, and demanding...the hottest I’ve ever seen her. And she’s got that gorgeous hair pulled up showing off her vulnerable neck.I swear I felt my heart beat. I have to think of the names of the Warren Commission to be able to greetmy fellow creature-features. I have a job to do after all.
But then, this female demon comes up to us. “Katrina! Hi.” She says and pecks Kay’s cheek. Kay gives me her famous puzzled eyebrow. I don’t know any better than she does. Friendly but Gruesome waits a beat then says “You don’t remember me, do you?”

“I’m sorry...business has been so good this year.” Kay bluffs.
“No, no, it’s Hallie? Halfrek on my business cards.The justice demon. We met at that convention. You were so great And you haven’t changed at all! What’s your secret?”

“A little help from my friends.” Kay says and smiles at me, that way, and puts her hand on my arm. I could die right now. Again.

“You never told me you had a guy! Teleport and see a person.” She gave me a very sharp look. “Have we met?”

“I don’t think so,”
“No, I bet I’ve seen you someplace...I never forget a face.”
“A lot of people think I look like Brad Pitt. Inside out. Justice demon...what’s that? Law enforcement?” We could have a powerful ally in her.

“No. I swear out vengeance mostly. Cheating lovers, mooching brother-in-laws..that whole deal. We just changed the name because if I’m at your door, mostly? You deserve it.”

“You never have any good news to give anyone. Ever.” Oh, crap, she probably does know me. Felicia, Gwen(probably not Gwen) Nancy or Maria. Or somebody in between. God.
“I don’t know about that. My clients are quite satisfied.”
“Mine too,” Kay says. And smiles an evil smile which, had I known she had the capacity for before my death might have haunted me. “Let’s go, John.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“John?”

“Just a hunch, but I figure Munch requests might be in her top 40, huh?”

“You don’t know that!”
“I think I do. You’re welcome to take your chances, though.”

I’m busted. And I know it. “The extent to which you’re right depresses me. But you didn’t have to jump so fast to the right conclusion. You could’ve pretended she was captivated with me.”
”Ok, next time I’m a demon whore at an evil office party and we meet a vengeance demon, you do all the talking.”
“My unlife is scary cause that just made sense.”

“Mistress, I abase myself to you,”

Yes, that's exactly how I feel. You sure you've never been to a fetish party, Erika? As always, when nothing else works, a shot of your fic puts a grin on my face.

Love and hugs and great big grins to you, my dear.

Not in this life, Karl. Sometimes, I wonder if in my last life, I wasn't like that Leather Chain chick. Cause she said under the control of someone else, she was free. I wonder if I said that, and God said "How do you like these apples? How fun is it now?" Not always, thanks. No abasement required, but I'm glad you like it. And I couldn't resist the Halfrek thing.