Word Count: 100
Last line prompt: "She watched him leave with a wicked smile on her face."
Notes: Set after right after The Dark Age.
With a wicked smile on her face, Buffy spun around and lifted up her hair.
“It’s gone!” exclaimed Giles, his fingers brushed the nape of her neck where the tattoo had been.
“Yup! The back of my neck has been crazy itchy all day. By the time I looked, Ethan’s stupid souvenir had faded to practically nothing. I guess my Slayer healing doesn’t like evil tattoos. Or possibly just tattoos in general.”
“It sure beats a vial of acid!”
“Well, Ethan always did go for dramatic rather than effective.”
“So, his plan wouldn’t have worked?”
“Not on any level.”