Perceptions!verse - Spander Files

sex with Faith of all people, you turn up with your swishy
coat and your threats and your stupid English accent.
Why the hell are you here? You’re supposed to be in
Peru with the love of your life, remember. Persecuting
short people and finding new and exciting ways to
terrorise the local populace. So, blondie. Why are you
back in Sunnydale?”
He’s right in my face. I can almost taste his fury; feel his
breath on my cheek. His eyes are blazing, teeth bared
like a hungry fledge. He’d make a lovely pet, all need and
anger wrapped up in one intoxicating package. But he
needs to learn his place. I start to push him back. Not
going to let the brat bully me. Who the hell does he think
he’s talking to? The bloody poof? I’m William the fucking
Bloody and I don’t take that kind of shite from anyone.
Not from the poof, not from minions, not from Slayers.
And definitely not from some big, dark haired, brown
eyed git like him. Smelling all tough and pushy and
confused and still innocent despite the night’s activities.
He steps back warily, watching as I move towards him.
Big, dark eyes, following every step. He knows he’s gone
too far. Couldn’t help himself, all that stress and emotion
seething away after the night he’s had. But now he’s
breathing hard, remembering just who he’s dealing with.