[Challenge #374] BtVS / Spike — Puppeteer
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anythingdrabbleTitle: Puppeteer
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set some time before S7
Summary: A mysterious force is pushing a freshly re-ensouled Spike to hunt
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #374 - Urge
Crossposted: My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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Spike’s eyes flickered with hunger and anticipation as he wandered Sunnydale’s dark alleys.
Drusilla’s voice echoed in his mind like a sinister whisper that bid him to do its will and his body moved on its own, driven by the urge to feed.
Finally, a figure appeared at the end of an alley, walking unsteadily toward him; for a fleeting moment, Spike stopped in his tracks and stepped back, shaking his head in fear. But Drusilla was already at his side, whispering, “remember what you are, Spike.”
With a snarl he lunged forward, his fangs bared, claiming another innocent life.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set some time before S7
Summary: A mysterious force is pushing a freshly re-ensouled Spike to hunt
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #374 - Urge
Crossposted: My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
—
Spike’s eyes flickered with hunger and anticipation as he wandered Sunnydale’s dark alleys.
Drusilla’s voice echoed in his mind like a sinister whisper that bid him to do its will and his body moved on its own, driven by the urge to feed.
Finally, a figure appeared at the end of an alley, walking unsteadily toward him; for a fleeting moment, Spike stopped in his tracks and stepped back, shaking his head in fear. But Drusilla was already at his side, whispering, “remember what you are, Spike.”
With a snarl he lunged forward, his fangs bared, claiming another innocent life.
