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Disclaimer: Technically, these are drabbles. Lestat is laughing to himself. He won. I don't own Lestat, Louis, Faith or Angel. Someone else does. The only payment, if it can be called that, is my own amusement.
Notes: These are drabbles. Each is exactly 100 words. Although the divider thingie might have been one in the second. Not sure. There is no continuity, but they're fun. Dedication: To Foe, who told me it didn't make sense. He's right, but my mind wasn't listening.
Bits of Blood "Well, if it isn't the undead Bonnie and Clyde." "You've got that half-right." The brunette replied, leaning against the jewelry counter. "He's dead, I'm not." The blond young man she'd indicated looked amused, "Picky." "I'm Faith, he's Lestat. Trust me, Bonnie and Clyde have nightmares about us." Fear emanated from the shopkeeper, "Don't kill me." "We might hurt you." She replied calmly. "Now, Faith, you promised." She pouted prettily, "I know. Only the sparklies." "Dinner later." "With lots of blood?" "Yes, dear." -=-=- Lestat watched the confrontation in amusement. His new pet was turning out to be quite the diversion. And Louis would regret the years he'd spent apart. "Hello? You're a vampire. Angsting for centuries looks stupid. Go out, kill someone, fuck something, and get over yourself." "I--" She snorted. "Shut up. I already know one angsting vampire. This world can't hold two of you. So, you can either track down Angel and hold an Angst-off, or stop it." "I--" "And another thing. What's with the no-smiling? Can't you angsters smile?"
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