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This is the third in a ten part, all drabbles, pre-series BtVS story; this one covers the greater part of the war. Wrote all ten in a short few hours on sunday afternoon, after I got tired of scrolling through my external hard-drive.
Thinking maybe I should run out of internet bandwidth more often...
TITLE: Blind Determinations
AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014
LENGTH: 100
CHARs/SUMMARY: see http://kerkevik-2014.livejournal.com/40930.htmland http://kerkevik-2014.livejournal.com/41969.html
III. Blind Determinations (Spring 1941-Spring 1944)
Time after time he got wind of it when he was dropped into France.
Always close, but never close enough; not enough to risk the missions he was on.
Stories was all her heard; only cursed stories; never enough surety in them.
Rumours.
Stories of Germans; sometimes collaborators, disappearing mysteriously; agents rescued from dire need and returned to safety.
But he remembered well its face; that scar, the sneer in its voice; his Slayer lying broken in that barn.
One night he was forced to bed down in the very barn where the leech had killed her.
Her Watcher minded too well.
May the Goddess watch over us all,
Kerk TehKek
Thinking maybe I should run out of internet bandwidth more often...
TITLE: Blind Determinations
AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014
LENGTH: 100
CHARs/SUMMARY: see http://kerkevik-2014.livejournal.com/40930.htmland http://kerkevik-2014.livejournal.com/41969.html
III. Blind Determinations (Spring 1941-Spring 1944)
Time after time he got wind of it when he was dropped into France.
Always close, but never close enough; not enough to risk the missions he was on.
Stories was all her heard; only cursed stories; never enough surety in them.
Rumours.
Stories of Germans; sometimes collaborators, disappearing mysteriously; agents rescued from dire need and returned to safety.
But he remembered well its face; that scar, the sneer in its voice; his Slayer lying broken in that barn.
One night he was forced to bed down in the very barn where the leech had killed her.
Her Watcher minded too well.
May the Goddess watch over us all,
Kerk TehKek