In like a lion, out like a lamb drabbles
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garnigalCross-posted to open_on_sunday.
Lion or Lamb?
He was born a lamb.
A romantic, he loved the sun, pastoral meadows and quiet streams. His were gentle dreams – love, happiness and family. He spoke softly, quietly, treated all people with politeness and respect.
He was reborn a lion.
Suddenly gothic, his life was dark and urban. His were sinister dreams – screams, fear and blood. He moved like a force of nature, leaving terror and death in his wake.
He died a lamb.
He slipped into the Hellmouth, waiting for his moment.
He died a lion.
He charged into the Hellmouth, roaring his challenge to all comers.
He died.
Lambs
They walked purposefully through the cemetery, talking awkwardly. They stayed alert, though it had been pretty quiet in recent weeks.
A sharp scream, quickly silenced, pushed them into a run. They pounded past granite headstones extolling the virtues of people long dead and dying flowers to remember those more recently gone.
They found a woman surrounded by three vampires. They flew into action, punching, kicking, punning and taunting. They each dispatched a vampire, and spent a moment bickering over the last one.
They walked home slowly, tension dispelled as they recapped the battle.
“Like lambs to the slaughter,” Faith laughed.
Lion or Lamb?
He was born a lamb.
A romantic, he loved the sun, pastoral meadows and quiet streams. His were gentle dreams – love, happiness and family. He spoke softly, quietly, treated all people with politeness and respect.
He was reborn a lion.
Suddenly gothic, his life was dark and urban. His were sinister dreams – screams, fear and blood. He moved like a force of nature, leaving terror and death in his wake.
He died a lamb.
He slipped into the Hellmouth, waiting for his moment.
He died a lion.
He charged into the Hellmouth, roaring his challenge to all comers.
He died.
Lambs
They walked purposefully through the cemetery, talking awkwardly. They stayed alert, though it had been pretty quiet in recent weeks.
A sharp scream, quickly silenced, pushed them into a run. They pounded past granite headstones extolling the virtues of people long dead and dying flowers to remember those more recently gone.
They found a woman surrounded by three vampires. They flew into action, punching, kicking, punning and taunting. They each dispatched a vampire, and spent a moment bickering over the last one.
They walked home slowly, tension dispelled as they recapped the battle.
“Like lambs to the slaughter,” Faith laughed.
