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A heartfelt recommendation
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fyrie talking about a single story. She fed it to me by spoonfuls, killing me softly just as I was trying to work, or sleep, or just get the vampires out of my head by any means possible.
What Remains - Jossverse and Tanz der Vampire. After LA goes boom, Spike comes back to the last two vampires he knows who might take him in.
If I had to put a label on this, it'd probably be Hurt/Comfort. After the Angel finale, Spike is broken to pieces, and it's up to von Krolock, with Herbert's help, to put him back together. But gods, this is so sweet and heart-breaking, and there's one scene (which I won't spoil) that killed me dead.
Even if all you know about Tanz is that I blather about it a lot, go read it - all you need to know is that von Krolock is Herbert's dad, and that he's a sorcerer and occasional seer. All else speaks for itself.
(She's not finished with the first chronological fic in this series, but it will explain a lot if you read the two she posted previously - Until the Moon is Abed, slash and het Herbert/Spike, von Krolock/Dru, and then Unwritten Words, where pre-Buffy Season 2 Spike asks for advice on helping Dru.)
fyrie talking about a single story. She fed it to me by spoonfuls, killing me softly just as I was trying to work, or sleep, or just get the vampires out of my head by any means possible.What Remains - Jossverse and Tanz der Vampire. After LA goes boom, Spike comes back to the last two vampires he knows who might take him in.
If I had to put a label on this, it'd probably be Hurt/Comfort. After the Angel finale, Spike is broken to pieces, and it's up to von Krolock, with Herbert's help, to put him back together. But gods, this is so sweet and heart-breaking, and there's one scene (which I won't spoil) that killed me dead.
Even if all you know about Tanz is that I blather about it a lot, go read it - all you need to know is that von Krolock is Herbert's dad, and that he's a sorcerer and occasional seer. All else speaks for itself.
(She's not finished with the first chronological fic in this series, but it will explain a lot if you read the two she posted previously - Until the Moon is Abed, slash and het Herbert/Spike, von Krolock/Dru, and then Unwritten Words, where pre-Buffy Season 2 Spike asks for advice on helping Dru.)
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Herbert gaped at her. “You wash with holy water?”
“Only when I’m hanging out at vampire-villa,” she replied with a half-grin. “I have to be suspicious or else Buffy’ll get pissed when I get eaten.” She adjusted the blanket around her shoulders. “So, did you come here to eat me or was that just for fun?”
“What better way to introduce myself?” Herbert said with a hint of a grin, leaning against the edge of the table. “I have heard so much about you that I had to see if it was true.”
“And?”
“Every word,” he said, then inclined his head towards the door. “I actually did have another purpose for invading your chambers. Will you join me for breakfast in the dining hall?”
“You have a dining hall?”
Herbert lifted his shoulders in an expressive shrug. “Just because we drink blood does not mean we are entirely uncivilised,” he said. “And since William arrived, we have had to start providing something called Weetabix.”
“So he’s still eating the gross stuff?” Dawn made a face. “You’d think coming back from the dead would make you change even just a little bit...” Shaking the blanket back, she glanced at her watch. “You wanna give me five minutes. I’ll get some clothes on and meet you outside.”
“I could wait in here,” Herbert offered innocently. “I won’t peek.”
“You could wait,” she agreed. “And I could totally kick your ass with the rest of my secret tricks.”
Pushing off from the table smoothly, Herbert laughed. “Promises, promises,” he chuckled, strolling towards the door. “I give you five minutes. If you are not waiting, I shall be coming in to find you.”
“I’ll be out there,” she said. “Promise.”
Withdrawing backwards, taking both handles of the doors, Herbert gave her a smile that was anything but innocent. “Pity.”