BtVS Drabble: Frustrated
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Title: Frustrated
Fandom: BtVS
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
badly_knitted
Characters: William the Bloody.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 012: Poet at sesquidrabbles.
Spoilers/Setting: Fool For Love. Set pre-series.
Summary: William is no longer the man he once was, but some things haven’t changed.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
A/N: Drabble and a half, 150 words.
When he was human, William had been a frustrated poet. He’d had no talent for constructing verse, distilling thoughts, images, and emotions down to their essence and presenting them in a way that others could appreciate, but he’d tried anyway, soon earning himself the nickname of William the Bloody Awful.
These days he’s dropped the ‘Awful’ part in favour of being known simply as William the Bloody. It’s a fitting soubriquet for a vampire, neatly encapsulating his identity in three simple words, and already the name is feared by half the population of Europe. He, Angelus, Darla, and his darling Drusilla have been cutting a swath trough the continent, taking whatever catches their eye as they feed, leaving a trail of bloodless corpses in their wake. He’s having the time of his life!
But still, deep down, the frustrated poet remains, searching for a word to rhyme with bloody mayhem.
The End
Fandom: BtVS
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: William the Bloody.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 012: Poet at sesquidrabbles.
Spoilers/Setting: Fool For Love. Set pre-series.
Summary: William is no longer the man he once was, but some things haven’t changed.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
A/N: Drabble and a half, 150 words.
When he was human, William had been a frustrated poet. He’d had no talent for constructing verse, distilling thoughts, images, and emotions down to their essence and presenting them in a way that others could appreciate, but he’d tried anyway, soon earning himself the nickname of William the Bloody Awful.
These days he’s dropped the ‘Awful’ part in favour of being known simply as William the Bloody. It’s a fitting soubriquet for a vampire, neatly encapsulating his identity in three simple words, and already the name is feared by half the population of Europe. He, Angelus, Darla, and his darling Drusilla have been cutting a swath trough the continent, taking whatever catches their eye as they feed, leaving a trail of bloodless corpses in their wake. He’s having the time of his life!
But still, deep down, the frustrated poet remains, searching for a word to rhyme with bloody mayhem.
The End
