A heartfelt recommendation

[winter]

Some of you may have noticed that there are 260 comments on my last post. 240 of these are me and 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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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Actually, got bored of the fluff and this scene just begged to be written ;) VK had to be the one to instigate the confrontation, because otherwise he knew Spike would repress and be grumpy ;)

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[winter]

Definitely not complaining here ;) And is it me, or is VK using his sex appeal to distract Spike just a bit?

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Just a bit. Spike's presently twitching and trying to force himself to back up a bit, because otherwise, he's actually going to be pawing at him in a minute ;)

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[winter]

Mwahaha. VK has that effect on people ;) I think a kiss or two might be just the thing to convince Spike that Dawn really won't be harmed by a similar experience...

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Scowling, scuffing his toe against the floor like a petulant child, Spike looked away and grumbled, “I hate it when you do that.”

Von Krolock laughed softly, richly, tilting Spike’s chin up with one fingertip. “And we both know that such lies do not become you, William,” he said silkily.

In spite of himself, Spike felt a pleasant shiver run down his spine. Instinctively, his head tilted just slightly, baring his throat, his eyes closing. “Hate when you do that as well,” he mumbled.

Tracing his nails lightly down Spike’s neck, von Krolock’s chuckle was soft. “You really are quite the abysmal liar,” he observed, lowering his head to kiss the faint scar left by his own fangs only a few nights earlier.


(oh and VK occasionally has Spike for the night, when the angsty-relapses are too much for Herbert to quite understand. Mutual arrangement)

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[winter]

(I kind of figured. Way too much mutual attraction to pass on.)

*melts quietly*

*shoos cow-orker to go talk with other people and stop staring at self's blush*

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

*grins*

oh and just FYI am listening the your production's fragments of Carpe Jugulum and GAH! 8tips over*

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[winter]

*blinks* Warsaw!Carpe Noctem? Where?

(Though it is quite tip-over-y, especially in the visual layer. Mmmm, beefcake.)

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

I meant 'on' Carpe Jugulum. Got kinda glassy-eyed when I started listening to Total Eclipse... I have frikking goosebumps and not just cos I;'m freezing.

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[winter]

Trust me, it doesn't showcase Dziedzic's voice nearly enough. He didn't have the character down yet when the demo was made - he's a lot more predatory and velvet now, sinuous, gah...

(I'm listening to Barton, extended Vor Dem Schloss. See various comments about biting me any time he'd like to.)

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

*kicks the fic* I should not be biting so hard on my knuckles because VK is making Spike so, so, so, so squirmy.

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[winter]

*cuddles the fic* Squirmy is good.

Unless Dawn wakes up and sees VK molesting Spike, of course ;)

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Spike’s hands leapt to clutch the Graf’s broader shoulders. “Tell me you won’t hurt her,” he implored breathlessly. He felt von Krolock’s hand slip down to the base of his back, holding him. “Please.”

Softly, deliberately, kisses were touched over every inch of the healing scars, making Spike’s legs buckle and his hands tremble on von Krolock’s shoulders. His eyes were closed and he was half-panting, half-whimpering.

“William,” the whisper was as soft as silk against his skin. “You know I would never do anything to hurt you.” The very tips of the Graf’s fangs cut into his flesh and Spike bit hard on his lip to stifle a desperate moan. “You know this.”

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[winter]

*bites knuckles* GAH.

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

See! SEE! *flails* MAKE THEM STOP!

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[winter]

STOP? WHAT THE HELL FOR? :P

*mmm, mental images*

*eeep, work*

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

If I bite my fingers off from tension, then I won't be able to type more!

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[winter]

...get chewing gum instead?

Fingers good. Typing good. Excerpts brilliant.

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

“But the Niblet...”

“William,” The kiss that touched his lips was bloodied. “Do not doubt me.”

“But she...”

One hand at the base of Spike’s back, the Graf’s other hand rose to cup the opposite side of Spike’s jaw with mock-gentleness. “Trust me, William,” he murmured, the velvet softness masking steel.

Blue eyes, wide and filled with a dozen emotions, stared at him. “I do.”

His hand suddenly tangling in Spike’s hair, pulling his head back, von Krolock gazed at him. “Do not lie to me, William,” he said softly. “I understand your feelings and your fears. I can taste them.”

Shuddering, panting, Spike nodded tightly. “Yes, sir.”

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[winter]

Mrreeeeow.

Mental domination and bloodplay. Gotta love a forceful vampire.

(Did I mention you're a brilliant writer today?)

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Again, all I can say is vampires :D

(ee! thanks :D I think listening to your boy is helping a whole lot with this scene. He's so purry)

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[winter]

Yay vampires!

(I just hope the album features him being growly, too. In Polish, Gott Ist Tot is Umarł Bóg - and he rolls that R like nobody's business. And alas, that sobbing moment during Unstillbare in the last show before the hiatus will live on only in my memory...)

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

*blinks* Oh dear. Spike's doubts are costing him. Normally only Herbert is harshly bitey with him, but he's argued one time to many. Oh. Dear.

(also, just randomly - you know the scene with the blood-share-thing? That was a bad moment to have the manic Krolock-post-Sarah-biting cackle playing on the speakers)

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[winter]

!!!

Write faster :P

(LOL, I guess that's as good a moment as any to remember that after all, soulless monster. He's well-mannered, but he's still evil)

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Lowering his head once more, von Krolock brushed his lips across the bleeding wound on Spike’s throat. “Good,” the Graf murmured.

Long strands of hair caressed Spike’s skin making him shiver, but the teasing softness was suddenly and sharply forgotten when - with a ferocity that seemed unlike him - von Krolock sank his fangs hard into Spike’s throat.

The startled, gasping breath Spike drew smothered the sharp cry of pain that rose in his throat, his eyes going wide as he clutched wildly at von Krolock’s shoulders. His eyes filled with tears of shocked agony as the bite sank deeper and, around them, the world faded and changed.

When the Graf’s mouth tore away, Spike sagged helplessly, limp, supported only by the arm that was still about his waist. Staring at von Krolock, he felt the first stirrings of fear at the look on von Krolock’s face.

“Never lie to me again, William,” the Graf’s voice was soft, as it had been moments earlier, but there was a ferocity in his eyes that Spike had never seen. “I do not appreciate it.”