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cheesycats) wrote2006-09-22 05:35 pm
cheesycats) wrote2006-09-22 05:35 pm
Spike/Illyria drabble request
I know this is super duper late, but I'm stuck at the Reference Desk again and so I'm finishing up the last of the drabble requests from, uh, two weeks ago. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bogwitch requested Spike/Illyria and liquid. Rated PG, 300 words. It's a bit silly.
Illyria picked up the mug of blood. “I cannot believe you drink this and dare call yourself a vampire.” She sniffed it and grimaced. “It is a foul liquid.”
Spike took the mug from her hands. “Hey, careful, pet! That’s the best otter blood Angel’s money can buy.”
“You would prefer human blood, would you not?” Illyria asked.
“Well, yeah. But human blood’s off the menu, you know that. I explained it all to you, remember?”
Illyria sneered. “Yes. I remember. You feel remorse and guilt for your past slaughter of humans. Such emotions repulse me.”
Spike smiled and sipped his supper. “Good! I’ve done my duty for the day then.”
Illyria moved closer and bared her throat. “You may drink from me.”
Spike gaped at her in disbelief.
“If you are worried that you would be drinking the blood of Winifred Burkle then worry not. My life force now runs through her veins.” With a dagger from the table she pierced her flesh. A slow trickle of viscous blue fluid oozed from the wound. “Drink!” She demanded.
“Alright, alright! Demon god king blood, yeah? Gotta admit, that’s a first for me.” Spike leaned forward and cautiously licked the trail of blood. He smacked his lips and savored the taste for a moment. Then he started laughing. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me!”
“Cease that noise, at once!” Illyria commanded. She wiped the blood from her neck and stared at her bloodstained hand, searching for an explanation for Spike’s insolence.
“This is the blood of Illyria! How dare you make jests when you have been given leave to drink from a god king?” she roared.
Spike got his giggles under control long enough to say, “Tell me, great god king Illyria. Have you ever heard of blue Koolaid?”
bogwitch requested Spike/Illyria and liquid. Rated PG, 300 words. It's a bit silly. Illyria picked up the mug of blood. “I cannot believe you drink this and dare call yourself a vampire.” She sniffed it and grimaced. “It is a foul liquid.”
Spike took the mug from her hands. “Hey, careful, pet! That’s the best otter blood Angel’s money can buy.”
“You would prefer human blood, would you not?” Illyria asked.
“Well, yeah. But human blood’s off the menu, you know that. I explained it all to you, remember?”
Illyria sneered. “Yes. I remember. You feel remorse and guilt for your past slaughter of humans. Such emotions repulse me.”
Spike smiled and sipped his supper. “Good! I’ve done my duty for the day then.”
Illyria moved closer and bared her throat. “You may drink from me.”
Spike gaped at her in disbelief.
“If you are worried that you would be drinking the blood of Winifred Burkle then worry not. My life force now runs through her veins.” With a dagger from the table she pierced her flesh. A slow trickle of viscous blue fluid oozed from the wound. “Drink!” She demanded.
“Alright, alright! Demon god king blood, yeah? Gotta admit, that’s a first for me.” Spike leaned forward and cautiously licked the trail of blood. He smacked his lips and savored the taste for a moment. Then he started laughing. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me!”
“Cease that noise, at once!” Illyria commanded. She wiped the blood from her neck and stared at her bloodstained hand, searching for an explanation for Spike’s insolence.
“This is the blood of Illyria! How dare you make jests when you have been given leave to drink from a god king?” she roared.
Spike got his giggles under control long enough to say, “Tell me, great god king Illyria. Have you ever heard of blue Koolaid?”