No birthday fic, I’m afraid; I’m busy with my drabble/ficlet series following Illyria after an ending to ‘Not Fade Away’ that left her the only survivor of the fight in the alley (I must come up with an overall title soon). Here is another instalment. Previous parts are HERE. 100 words, PG.
The vermin Giles smiled at her and extended his hand. “Miss Burkle,” he greeted her, as she followed human custom and took hold of the proffered appendage. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
She shook his hand instead of tearing it off at the wrist. “Likewise,” she said.
“I must confess that I’m rather surprised to see you,” he continued. “Angel claimed that you were on the verge of death not long ago. I’m glad to see that he was exaggerating.”
“No,” she said, as she shed the guise of the shell and adopted her own form, “he really wasn’t.”
Continued in …Unleash Hell