China Drabbles
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garnigalKung Hey Fatt Choi!
Anya looked anxiously out the window of the shop again. It was the fifth time in the last 30 minutes and the seventh time since they'd arrived an hour ago. Xander was starting to get worried. Surely she'd have told him if there were some new big bad in town?
The bell over the door jangled. Xander watched in confusion as Anya bowed, accepted some money and the bell signaled the man's departure.
"I love Chinese New Year! Any holiday that requires people settle their debts is a good one. Do you think Giles would open an outlet in Beijing?"
China Doll
She had a china doll when she was a girl. She'd named the doll Jolene and dressed her so they matched.
When she no longer played with dolls, Jolene had a spot on her shelf. She still changed her clothes occasionally, to keep them from fading.
Later still she hid a stake and a crucifix behind Jolene. She still changed Jolene's clothes, she didn't want her mom to notice.
She didn't know how he knew. The fish were obvious, but she kept finding pieces of Jolene for weeks. Xander called it Angel's instinct for causing pain, and let her cry.
Tea Ceremony
He only used it once a year, on her birthday. It sat at the back of the cupboard otherwise, behind his everyday mugs and plates.
It was part of a set. He'd taken it from the box in the attic just before he left for California. He'd gone up for luggage and come down with this.
It was his mother's teacup. Fine bone china, perfect except for a chip on the rim. That's how he knew it was hers.
He filled the cup halfway. He topped it up with gin, just as she'd always done.
"Happy returns, Mother," Wesley said.
China
There was more than one Chinese slayer. Most died young; younger than usual for slayers, that is. The Council found it difficult to get inside China's borders to properly train and guide them, not that training or guidance would prolong their lives much anyway. It just meant that they were nameless, nothing but footnotes in the Watcher's Diaries: Slayer called in Shanghai. Or Beijing, or Xianggang. Lasted eight days. Or three weeks, or six months. They all lived different lives, took different paths, fought different battles and died different deaths. But there was no one around to record that either.
Anya looked anxiously out the window of the shop again. It was the fifth time in the last 30 minutes and the seventh time since they'd arrived an hour ago. Xander was starting to get worried. Surely she'd have told him if there were some new big bad in town?
The bell over the door jangled. Xander watched in confusion as Anya bowed, accepted some money and the bell signaled the man's departure.
"I love Chinese New Year! Any holiday that requires people settle their debts is a good one. Do you think Giles would open an outlet in Beijing?"
China Doll
She had a china doll when she was a girl. She'd named the doll Jolene and dressed her so they matched.
When she no longer played with dolls, Jolene had a spot on her shelf. She still changed her clothes occasionally, to keep them from fading.
Later still she hid a stake and a crucifix behind Jolene. She still changed Jolene's clothes, she didn't want her mom to notice.
She didn't know how he knew. The fish were obvious, but she kept finding pieces of Jolene for weeks. Xander called it Angel's instinct for causing pain, and let her cry.
Tea Ceremony
He only used it once a year, on her birthday. It sat at the back of the cupboard otherwise, behind his everyday mugs and plates.
It was part of a set. He'd taken it from the box in the attic just before he left for California. He'd gone up for luggage and come down with this.
It was his mother's teacup. Fine bone china, perfect except for a chip on the rim. That's how he knew it was hers.
He filled the cup halfway. He topped it up with gin, just as she'd always done.
"Happy returns, Mother," Wesley said.
China
There was more than one Chinese slayer. Most died young; younger than usual for slayers, that is. The Council found it difficult to get inside China's borders to properly train and guide them, not that training or guidance would prolong their lives much anyway. It just meant that they were nameless, nothing but footnotes in the Watcher's Diaries: Slayer called in Shanghai. Or Beijing, or Xianggang. Lasted eight days. Or three weeks, or six months. They all lived different lives, took different paths, fought different battles and died different deaths. But there was no one around to record that either.
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