Okay, I was bitten by a rabid plot bunny. And here I shall dump all other miscellaneous drabbles.

Title: Never talk to strangers in Sunnydale

Author: Seekerofthewind (aka Windest)

Pairing: None

Genre: BtVS/Master and Margarita

Spoilers: end of Season 6 BtVS

Rating: FR18

Disclaimer: Warren and Andrew belong to Joss Whendon and Mutant Enemy. Woland belongs to the heirs of Mikhail Bulgakov. I don't own any of these characters and this text is not to be of any commercial use.

Distribution: Tell me and put my name on.

"I think you're stretching it a bit. I know my plans for the coming week with high certainty, but, of course, I could always get run over by a car accidentally or something..."
"No car," said the stranger with a mild smile, "will run over you by pure accident. And let me assure you, cars are the things you should fear least. Your death shall be quite different."
"And you could tell me precisely what it will be? Should I “golden your hand”?" Warren asked sarcastically. Stranger grimace was pure disgust.
"No need," he closed his eyes and muttered something like: “one, two.. Saturn in the eighth house... moon rise... four- blood... night- two...” then gave him a cheerful and falsely compassionate smile:
"You will be flayed alive!"
Andrew choked on his coke and Warren snickered:
"And by whom exactly? Terrorist? Demon? Satanist cult?"
"No," replied the old man, twinkling with his strange different eyes. "By an American woman, a programmer."
Warren chuckled.
"Well, I can't say it's exactly likely."
Woland smiled back. Once again, he knew better.