Revisited
By Maquis Leader
Author’s note: A drabble using the word sang-froid
He was evil. He was going to kill her. When he was good and ready. She took a deep breath. Winced.
“You okay?”
Why here? The world had ended. He could kill her anywhere. Line up to see her die folks! “Fine.”
“Liar.” He knelt next to her and pulled his coat tighter around her. “Just a few more minutes.”
“Whatever.” She turned her face away as he tried to kiss her.
Chuckling, he brushed his lips across her cheek. Cool under pressure. The picture of sang-froid.
Standing, he walked to the bed, pulled the dusty comforter off and threw it aside. Chuckled again imagining her mangling the word. Suey-froidal?
Lifting her up, he carried her to the bed. “Relax. It’ll only hurt for a moment, lover.”
Buffy cried out softly as Angelus laid her back on the bed in Angel’s old apartment and sank his fangs into her throat.
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