IT’S LATE

Thanks to the very nice blogger Ms.SG41 for the inspiration...


"MY OWN COUNT RUTHVEN"

Tired from a long day. 
Happy, but vulnerable.
That's when he gets you.

Bolt those doors, will you?
I know he's creeping out there. 
Bring me some sunshine.

Taps at my window.
With vampiric vehemence. 
Fangs dripping scarlet. 

Buffy's no slayer. 
But "no" means "no" means "piss off".
Not tonight, dear Count. 

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Author: Buffy Devane

Anxietist; Cheerleader; Captain Posh.

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