Re: Anne-Lise's Snippets (Edition 14)

[buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx]

> Anne-Lise, how did you get so good at this stuff? 
> Your snippets are awesome!

Thank you. *wide smile*

I'm in practice right now because I have every intention of writing a 
novel, and I'm really trying to work on my dialogue skills. :/

And its also a whole lot of fun! Although I'm considering stopping, 
because I'm worried people might construe my snippets as spam. :/

--

Anne-Lise looked up from her copy of Diva magazine. She felt 
wonderful. Her arm had stopped aching, the sun was high in the sky. 
Fluffy clouds paraded themselves across the blue expanse like the 
intro to The Simpsons.
Things just couldn't get better.
"Growf!" Panda Mel claimed as he massaged Anne-Lise's oiled 
shoulders. She indicated the doorway where a naked Buffy and Willow 
slid their hands over each other's lithe forms.
"Can we play too?" Willow asked in a sultry voice.
No, things just couldn't get better.

--

Moonlight glittered on the encroaching waves that washed inexorably 
against the Sunnydale Marina. A cool breeze whisked litter along the 
sidewalks, and further out, a bell tolled. The Marina appeared 
deserted. Sunnydale's population rarely walked out at night, having 
learned that to do so was like painting a neon victim sign on your 
head. Although, there were a few beings that trudged the streets, 
drawn by the lure of power and fame. And, of course, the Hellmouth.
A hand, if you could call the slime-coated and barnacle encrusted 
mess that rose from the depths of the Marina a hand, grabbed a hold 
of the rusty ladder and pulled itself up from the murk. Eyes like 
gimlets, fiery and evil, stared into the night. It hungered, for 
food, for life. It stepped forth with a squelch.
"That's far enough!" The voice belonged to a young woman, blonde and 
attractive, dressed in red leather trousers and a halter-top.
Food.
"Grargh!" The creature squished forward and spewed seaweed pollution 
in a stream at the girl, who rolled out of its path.
"Catch!" A man's voice called out, middle-aged and anxious. The girl 
caught the black canister and aimed its nozzle at the creature, then 
doused it in chemicals.
"Jeez does this stuff smell!" The girl cried, her other hand 
pinching her nose. A flame, vividly bright in the monster's eyes, 
arced from where the man's voice had emanated and hit it square on 
the torso. The creature became an inferno, its squeals of pain and 
outrage dying away with the force that gave it life. Soon, it was 
nothing but a blackened mess that smouldered on the Marina's cobbles.
"Nice work, Buffy." Giles said as he collected the flammable liquid 
canister from Buffy's outstretched hand.
"You too. Good research," Buffy responded dutifully. "Does this mean 
I can go home and sleep?"
Giles nodded. "Certainly, although if you could swing by the 
cemetery on your way back,,, Make sure Spike isn't up to any 
mischief."
"Sure thing. Night!" Buffy jogged into the darkness.
Giles walked back to his car. Alone, in the dark.
Really, he should have known better.
"You killed my brotherrrrrr," the creature growled, hitting out with 
a slime-coated arm.
Giles slumped to the floor, unconscious.