A heartfelt recommendation
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winterSome of you may have noticed that there are 260 comments on my last post. 240 of these are me and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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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Date: 2006-03-17 04:43 am (UTC)“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.”
Re: *jumps comments*
Date: 2006-03-17 04:46 am (UTC)Mental domination and bloodplay. Gotta love a forceful vampire.
(Did I mention you're a brilliant writer today?)
Re: *jumps comments*
Date: 2006-03-17 04:47 am (UTC)(ee! thanks :D I think listening to your boy is helping a whole lot with this scene. He's so purry)
Re: *jumps comments*
Date: 2006-03-17 04:49 am (UTC)(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...)
Re: *jumps comments*
Date: 2006-03-17 04:51 am (UTC)(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)
Re: *jumps comments*
Date: 2006-03-17 04:53 am (UTC)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)
Re: *jumps comments*
Date: 2006-03-17 04:58 am (UTC)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.”
Re: *jumps comments*
Date: 2006-03-17 05:04 am (UTC)(All this isn't quite assuaging Spike's fears about Niblet, is it? :D Though he's now thoroughly reminded that one does not tell von Krolock what to do or not to do...)
Re: *jumps comments*
Date: 2006-03-17 05:09 am (UTC)He's making a point that Spike definitely shouldn't question him. Up til now, Spike's been his biggest fanboy, but with Dawn, all bets are out the window.
Re: *jumps comments*
Date: 2006-03-17 05:14 am (UTC)Spike does have a tendency to have blind spots about people, doesn't he? I hope he gets a hug next, he needs one. Maybe even from VK, to confuse him even more...
Re: *jumps comments*
Date: 2006-03-17 05:15 am (UTC)Re: *jumps comments*
Date: 2006-03-17 05:18 am (UTC)*ambles off to eat her lunch in peace in your hindbrain*
*twitches*
Date: 2006-03-17 05:27 am (UTC)“Never lie to me or doubt 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 before. “I do not appreciate it.”
“Y-yes, sir,” Spike whispered faintly, warily staring up at the Graf, his ice-cold hands still grasping von Krolock’s shoulders. He could feel his blood streaming from his throat, could feel it soaking into his shirt. “I... I didn’t mean to...”
It felt like his legs were going out from beneath him, but by degrees, he realised that von Krolock was lowering him to the floor, more gently now. Half-seated, half-flopped uselessly, he tried to sit, but too much blood was still spilling from his throat.
“You are under my protection, William,” the Graf’s voice was quiet, grave, his right arm slipping under Spike’s shoulders. Drawn against von Krolock’s chest, he was cradled as gently as a babe in arms. “Thus, I expect you trust me.”
Shivering from loss of blood and from lingering fear of his host’s wrath, Spike tried to wet his lips with his tongue, his hands dropping heavily to his chest. “Y-yes, sir.”
Von Krolock gazed at him. With his left hand, he gently stroked Spike’s cheek, his gaze penetrating. “Good boy,” he murmured, then lifted his hand.
With his vision blurring, Spike was sure he was seeing things. No way he was seeing what thought he was seeing. He squinted a moment before the Graf’s bitten wrist was placed to his lips, powerful, old blood splashing over his tongue.
He inhaled in shock, so sharply that he almost choked.
“Slowly,” von Krolock murmured. “Drink.”
His eyes fluttering shut, Spike’s mouth hungrily latched onto the bleeding wound, one hand weakly rising to clutch at von Krolock’s arm, strength returning with every urgent mouthful.
Re: *twitches*
Date: 2006-03-17 05:30 am (UTC)And oooh... *bows to the master of the mind manipulation*
Re: *twitches*
Date: 2006-03-17 05:32 am (UTC)Re: *twitches*
Date: 2006-03-17 05:36 am (UTC)*snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:43 am (UTC)“Oh Christ...” he moaned faintly, groping at von Krolock with one shaking hand, as if seeking proof that he wasn’t in the throes of some completely trippy dream. “Christ on a cupcake...”
With a chuckle, von Krolock shifted Spike’s weight against his chest. With a paternal tut, he withdrew his kerchief and dabbed the splatters of blood from Spike’s chin and lips. “You can be so foolish occasionally, William,” he murmured.
“Yeah... bad habit...” Spike panted, slightly-glazed eyes trying to focus on the face above him. “Oh god...” He blinked feverishly, then laughed giddily. “Shit... I can see the stars...”
Re: *snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:46 am (UTC)Re: *snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:47 am (UTC)Re: *snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:49 am (UTC)Re: *snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:51 am (UTC)Re: *snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:52 am (UTC)Re: *snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:54 am (UTC)Re: *snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
Date: 2006-03-17 05:56 am (UTC)*eyes them* Um.
Date: 2006-03-17 06:05 am (UTC)“Oh... right,” Spike’s fingers twisted into his shirt, his body shivering as if a wave of pure pleasure had just surged through him. His other hand tugged at his shirt, his back arching against von Krolock’s arm. “Oh God... what...” He pulled the Graf closer to him, groping at the heavy fabric of the elder vampire’s shirt. “What the hell have you been taking?”
The smile was nowhere near as gentle close up, slow, deliberate and thoroughly wicked. “Nothing, William,” von Krolock purred, pressing his palm to Spike’s throat, the sharp nail of his thumb pushing the younger vampire’s chin up. “I let you have but a taste of my desires.”
Blue eyes went round. “Bloody hell...” he whimpered.
Von Krolock’s smile remained, quiet, calm, in control. “Mm?”
Panting, his body twisting and shuddering against the cool stone of the floor, Spike felt like invisible hands were caressing him from within, teasing like sexual fire along every nerve. The unbearable but incredible heat scorching through him, he pressed his brow against the Graf’s ribs.
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