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Fic: Damn Kids (OC POV)

My writerconuk Midwinter callenge fic. Go and see all the other stories posted there!

This hasn't had nearly as much attention as it should have and hasn't seen a beta, but a Bogwitch never misses her deadlines.


Damn Kids by Bogwitch
Warnings: A bit of strong language.
Summary: Because someone has to clear up after a hard night’s slaying. OC.
Disclaimer: No characters were harmed in the making of this fic (okay, maybe a bit). They do not belong to me, but are the property of Fox Entertainment and Mutant Enemy.


“Damn kids,” Harold grumbles as he attacks the strange goo with some good old-fashioned gusto. The gunk splattered over the tombstone is sticky and smells like sewers or some shit like that and it won’t come off, even with turpentine, but a little bit of elbow-grease, that’s what it needs.

Harold has learnt what to do – ways to stop the stuff from staining the memorials, what chemicals to use and how to avoid getting the stuff on his hands so it doesn’t sting or eat through his heavy gloves. He’s seen this all before and every year it’s the same. The longest night, the winter solstice, someone goes wild and leaves him with the mess to clear up. He’s convinced it’s the damn college kids. Why they’re not in bed, instead of turning the cemetery downside up in some crazy voodoo party, he’ll never know. The broken headstones scattered around in trampled earth, the disturbed graves with empty caskets, the fine crypts daubed with occult symbols, it’s all a fucking disgrace.

Straightening up, he leans back on his heels. The tombstone is clean again at last. He’s really earned his Christmas bonus this time – his bad knee is killing him and he’s going to need a heat pad on it while he gets home. He’s too old for this; too old to be cleaning up after children playing at Satanists or somesuch, just because some heavy metal music tells them to worship the devil. He blames the parents, bringing them up without discipline or respect for the dead. He hadn’t fought in Europe so that they could dig up their dead classmates for kicks. Youth today is irresponsible and lazy and he thinks they should fight a damn World War to see how they shape up.

He picks up his buckets and moves on. There’s another pile of that dust again by the Bryman crypt. It’s strange shit, grey and greasy, unlike anything else he’s ever seen, and he finds it all over the cemetery some nights. He wouldn’t like to guess what it was; probably some sort of drug the kids use to get high. He’s heard of that on the news; kids high on Crack tearing up places like his cemetery every night in orgies of hard drugs and petty vandalism. Someone should put a stop to that kind of behaviour, because it ain’t right to go disturbing the dead like this.

When Harold coughs it’s wheezy and full of phlegm. The dust gets into the lungs like nothing else and he must have years of it in there. He knows this is never going to stop; the police department don’t care. The world could come to its end and he doubted they’d ever notice. No surprise the management pays him extra to keep quiet; they just want it all fixed before the relatives of the residents file a lawsuit and put them out of pocket. No, the damn kids will just carry on destroying the place and he’ll just keep cleaning up after them all the same.

He’s gotta make his check somehow.

the end


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Ha! That was wonderful love!

Poor old Harold!

It's back breaking work cleaning up after Slayers...

And Buffy thinks she has the moral high ground. Making poor old men clean up her mess... *shakes head*

That was great. :)

Well, I don't think the demon's were very tidy either.

But they don't pretend to be anything but scummy.

Oh Harold, after the battle he fought already, the unseen helper in the cause!

The support services never give the praise they deserve.

Oh I like that...great little vignette!

Thanks. Someone has to tidy up.

Oh dear - it's a hard job, but someone has to do it....


With a variety of cleaning impliments.

Heh. Poor Harold... I really liked this.

It's probably about time he retired.

The unsung hero--his story told at last!

Great little fic.

I'm sure Buffy and the others never thought about what happened when they left the cemetary. Poor Harold. You gotta wonder whether or not years of inhaling vamp dust might have some effect on him after he dies.

I can see Buffy clearing away the bodies, but what about the broken headstones and all that demon blood?

After he dies? Hmm...

i quite liked this little tale.
poor harold.

Thank you. I'm sure went home and had a nice lie down. :)

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