Hard Work

 

He dragged himself over the threshold into the sanctuary of the hallway. His gloves were covered in horrible muck, but he’d survived. If it had reached his eyes, even the Slayer wouldn’t have been able to save him.

 

Who knew it could be like this?

 

The girls were young, innocent. Yet they had created something so noxious, so wrong – But he’d faced it. Nobly.

 

“Andrew?” It was Buffy. She’d come to save him.

 

“Are you done cleaning the bathroom? And what are you doing on the floor? Come on, we’ve got work to do.”

 

He whimpered, but rose. “Yes Buffy.”