Speaker-to-Customers (speakr2customrs) wrote,

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Illyria Drabble: For I much desire to speak with her

Here’s another part of my drabble/ficlet series in which Illyria is the sole survivor of the battle at the end of ‘Not Fade Away’. I’ve started posting the series at ‘Twisting the Hellmouth’ under the overall title of ‘The Dying of the Light’; thanks to draconin for the suggestion. Previous parts are HERE. 100 words, PG, continuing on from ‘…Unleash Hell’. Old Ones aren’t only quick to anger, they can also be subtle.

For I much desire to speak with her

“But Spike died a year ago.” There was a furrow between the red eyebrows.

“He came back,” Illyria explained. “He was my pet. He amused me.” Her eyes secreted moisture beyond that necessary for lubrication. “Now he is dust.”

The warrior stared at Giles. “Did you know?”

“Well…” Giles averted his eyes.

“The slime-mould Andrew knew,” Illyria revealed.

“So you did know. And nobody told Buffy?”

“There were, ah, circumstances…”

“Told Buffy what?” Three females had entered the room. The shell knew two of them. Faith, holding a weapon, and Willow.

Illyria adopted the shell’s form. Willow’s eyes widened. “Fred?”

Continued in Conversations About Dead People

Tags: illyria drabbles
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