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[kat8cha]

 

Title: Really weird day

Feedback: Would be much-ly appreciated

Email: Flamespout@hotmail.com

Website: www.livejournal.com/users/kat8cha

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing! Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! Because I am poor and grovel at your feet! ~grovels~

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Moonlight glinted off of an ivory colored shoulder, peeking out of a comforter. Red hair spilled across the pillow and a cute button nose twitched as the shoulder’s owner twitched slightly in her sleep. A car drove by, headlights moving across the room and the occupant. The fanfic author known as Kat8Cha, or Kat lay sleeping under a comforter. Mostly. Her shoulders, head, and one ankle were laying on the bed uncovered. After the car had passed a slender hand, even paler then the writer’s, reached out and grabbed her ankle.

Kat sat up, throwing off the comforter as she faced demonic gold eyes. Pulling backwards she grabbed the Golden Cross of Holy Characters(useful in writing about or as popes, prophets, or angels) TM and shoved it into the vampires demonic visage. Grabbing her dark red, slightly cats-eye glasses the writer shoved them on her face and switched on her table lamp. Letting the cross drop as soon as she got a good look at the vampire she cursed, “Holy fuck Angelus! You should know better then to grab me when I’m sleeping!” The vampire growled at her, still in full game-face but then shook it off. “Now let me go back to sleep, otherwise no nookie for you.” Moving to turn off her light the devastatingly beautiful writer is stopped by the vampire’s next words.

“Unless you wish to wake up with a headless puppy in your bed you will….” Sentence left unfinished as the Golden Cross of Holy Characters(useful in writing about or as popes, prophets, or angels) TM is once again shoved in his face.

“You better not have hurt my Dulcinea!” Shouted the writer as she scrambled to cover up her half-naked flesh with a bathrobe as she pounded down the stairs. Dropping of course the Golden Cross of Holy Characters(useful in writing about or as popes, prophets, or angels) TM.

“Get her away from my lovers and I will!” Staggering into the kitchen the half-asleep writer finds Xander cooing over a puppy romping around in front of him, while Willow teases the pup with a chew toy. Spike leans on a wall watching this all with amusement as a smoke hangs from his bottom lip.

“What the hell!” Kat yells and four pairs of puppy eyes turn to face her, only one of them actually belonging to her dog. Glaring at the three characters with a smirking Angelus hovering over one shoulder it’s all she can do not to growl. “Okay, none of you are supposed to be in any part of my house without me. Is there a reason you are?” Angelus had woken her from one really good dream.

“Puppy!” Is all Xander says and goes back to playing with the cute little doggy, not noticing the way Willow and Spike are beginning to look fearfully around. Neither was all that stupid, and both had seen objects of their authors wrath. There was a reason she no longer wrote Gundam Wing fiction, after all Heero and Trowa had once pissed her off so badly she had written a 1x3 fic, and then had never spoken with those characters again. Still their lovely authoress had sworn to be a Buffy-ficcer for life right? She wouldn’t dump them would she?

“Xander, I was woken from a very sound sleep, and Dulcy cute as she is needs to be crate trained. You are not helping. Angelus is upset and is threatening my puppy’s life, none of you are giving me fanfic ideas. Does this sound like the makings of a happy Kat?” Toe tapping has begun and now even Angelus looks worried, Xander finally begins to pay attention.

“Noooo…. But she’s sooo cute!” Xander says and Willow and Spike fight not to cringe. Uh-oh.

“Spike, if you do not get into my Basement of Perverted Thoughts I will slap a soul on you and call you Susie.” Spike’s already on his way towards the basement door. “Willow if you don’t get to the BPT I will only write fics where you are in England or otherwhise out of town. I will also take up Willow-bashing.” Willow’s following closely in Spike’s footsteps, Xander however is looking at her with his resolve face on like nothing she says is enough to get to leave the puppy. Deciding to get Angelus back in the box… er, basement first she tackles the easier entity. “Angelus, same threat, no more bad-ass vamp. Wussy soulboy.” Angelus is past her and headed towards the door.

“And as for you Xander. If you don’t get into my BPT I will take up writing het again.” Still didn’t faze him, after all she’d only drabbled out Willow and Faith fics for him before. “And start writing BX.”

“Nooo!” Suddenly Angelus, Willow, and Spike are hauling Xander back into the Basement of Perverted Thoughts. Even though Xan’s still looking wistfully at the puppy. Door shutting with a resounding bang Kat pulls Dulcy back into her cage before going back to bed. On the way up the stairs the Golden Cross of Holy Characters(useful in writing about or as popes, prophets, or angels) TM gives a brief glow, and the writer bemusedly picks up the glow-in-the-dark pen and pockets it in her robe, hoping against hope it wouldn’t be needed except for writing about or as popes, prophets, or angels.


Newsflash- I got a puppy! Her names Dulcinea and she’s a black lab, real sweet. However keeps me up like FOREVER!!! Oh, and the Golden Cross of Holy Characters(useful in writing about or as popes, prophets, or angels) TM thing? Just put it in there once and I had to say it a couple of times. Couldn’t help myself.