Title: Who’s Stalking Whom
Word Count: 266
Fandom: BtVS/La Femme Nikita
Spoilers: none really
Warnings: Just a slight bit of Spike’s dirty mind.
Disclaimer: I don’t own.
Note: Just a little contribution enjoy.
When he first laid eyes on her, he thought he saw what could be a female version of him. She moved through the shadows almost expertly with the innate grace of a predator, comfortable in her own skin. Her hair, just as white-blonde as his, appeared natural while his came from a bottle. She had the same high cheekbones and strong chin, but they were softer, more feminine. She even seemed to have the same love of leather as he did.
When her head turned fully in his direction, two sets of ice blue eyes seemingly locked, and if he hadn’t known better, hadn’t been so skillfully shrouded by shadows that human eyes had no chance of penetrating, he’d think that she actually saw him. But her head turned and she moved away, slinking deeper into the shadows up ahead like some big cat.
Her movement and poise reminded him of his dark princess in her lucid moments, now lost to him. He almost growled at the thought, and moved to more pleasant territory. She would look wonderful at his side. His eyes slid shut and he leered nastily at the images that flew through his head of the mayhem they could create together.
A sharp pain stung his neck making his eyes pop open and his hand snap too it. He pulled away… a dart? “Bloody—”
His eyes rolled back and his body hit the dirty alleyway floor with a thud.
He was wrong in thinking that she hadn’t seen him and had missed the grin that spread across her face as she’d turned away.