Just Another Day in the Life of a Rogue Demon Hunter
Rating: G
Pairing: None, although in my head Spike and Angel are probably a thing XP
Characters: Wesley, Spike, Angel
Word Count: 150
Warnings: None?
Summary: Wesley's job is not always a walk in the park. Still, it's better than working for the stiffs at the Watcher's Council.
A/N: Written for
“Okay, describe the demon again”, Wesley dragged one of the template books over as he looked expectantly at the two vampires currently dripping a viscous blue goo onto his office carpet.
“Sparkly and…orange. And huge. I mean, I could have Spike stand on my shoulders and that thing would still have been taller.”
“And the breath, don’t forget the breath, mate. Like being downwind of a bloody landfill during a windy day, in Death Valley. Goats-and-elephants-in-a-sauna type of stink, Perce.”
“I think I get the picture, Spike, thank you.” Wesley grimaced slightly at the description and began flipping through pages, looking for the demon they had described for him. “I’m sure it won’t take long to figure out what we’re dealing with; now if you two could please go clean up and stop oozing all over my office? I’ll call when I’ve found out how to take care of it.”
