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[winter]

I threw it up for fyrie last night, so might as well share it here: Warsaw!Vampires promotional clip.

It's mostly Polish voiceovers and actors and director blathering, but there's a fair bit of Totale Finsternis at the end, and in the middle there's Dziedzic blathering on (and basically being all clueless and "I have NO idea what you're asking me. Let me quote lyrics at you, since I'm totally obsessed ATM" - I can relate) while the images show him singing Unstillbare Gier and crawling over graves. Mmmm. 53 days until I see him again. Argh.

Oh, and an update for anyone interested in seeing that despite how airheaded it makes me: according to Michael Kunze ♥ in the 2006/2007 season Tanz will be still playing in Warsaw, in the autumn it will premiere in Budapest, and there'll be another German production, possibly in Berlin.

I've been playing my various Tanz bits for two hours straight now. There's a very wide smile on my face. There may be vampire fic later. Right now, need to go off and scribble "Grafin von Krolock" all over my story notebook.

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

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*retreats to a corner with a paperbag to hyperventilate*

[arabwel.livejournal.com]

... *whimpers*

*drops and runs to work*

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Standing on the balcony, arms folded over her chest, Dawn stared unseeing at the sun-washed landscape in front of her. It was getting closer to evening and she could feel the chill in the air as the sky started to change colours.

Behind her, in the shelter of the room, she knew he was watching her. Something told her he had been watching her in ways she didn’t understand since the minute she arrived.

“They will find you,” he murmured finally.

“Been here a week,” Dawn replied, shivering slightly. “I thin I can find more places to hide than they can look.”

“But do you wish to go on hiding?”

Dawn sighed, looking down at the balustrade in front of her. She reached out to flick a loose piece of stone away. “I... I just want to have some time away from them,” she said quietly. “Didn’t realise it until I got here.”

“You feel smothered by them,” the Graf’s voice was quiet, mellifluous.

“And you keep on sticking your nose in my head,” Dawn retorted with half-hearted annoyance. She glanced over her shoulder at him. “I know I’m the baby, I’m not a kid anymore.” She saw him nod. Her fingertips pressed against the worn stone. “Haven’t been since I saw Buffy die.”

Standing on the edge of the slice of daylight that cut across the floor of the room, von Krolock gazed at her. “Have you told her?”

“What? That seeing my big sister and the only family had left killing herself to save me, her non-sister’s life, messed me up a bit?” Laughing bitterly, Dawn shook her head and looked away. “How do you say that?” She shuddered a little, as if seeing something replay behind her eyes. “Seeing anyone die is enough to make you grow up real fast, but when it’s your fault...”

“It was a decision she made,” von Krolock observed quietly, skirting the daylight and approaching the anti-solar glass. “Would you have done the same, were you in her place?”

Reluctantly, Dawn nodded, looking away from him. “Yeah, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t still have nightmares about it,” she said quietly. “Mom was bad enough, then Buffy... Tara... Spike too.” Her smile was fainter. “Started to wonder if it was me. Wondered if people died because I loved them.”

Von Krolock didn’t move and, on the opposite side of the glass, his grave expression didn’t change, but something... felt different about the way he was looking at her.

Looking away from him, trying to push down the emotion she had been trying to fight since Buffy had arrived, she squeezed her eyes shut. “I must sound like such a kid,” she muttered, “Sulking about how people kept dying around me and leaving me. Not like they wanted to.”

“It was no more your fault than the sun’s rising,” His voice washed over her in a soothing wave and she felt the heat of tears on her cheeks. Covering her face with her hand, she bit down on her lip to stifle any sound. “Miss Summers...”

“I’m good,” she whispered, the lie sour in her throat.

“You need not pretend, dear child.”

Dawn laughed weakly. “Why not? Everyone else does.” She turned to look at him, uncaring of the faint streaks of mascara she knew she had smeared. “I’m just a normal kid working at a normal institute and have a normal life.”

His dark eyes gazed solemnly at her. “You should not be forced to live their lies,” he said quietly. “Your life is your own.”

“And what am I meant to do?” She wiped her face with the back of her hand. “Come and live here and pretend you aren’t a blood-sucking fiend and tell Buffy that... that I feel more at home here than anywhere?”

“Is that what you feel?”

Lowering her eyes, Dawn nodded. “Better than being surrounded by Slayers all the time,” she said so quietly it was barely audible. “You don’t make me pretend that everything is normal and fine.”

[ciciaye.livejournal.com]

I've been tempted to write a bit of fic featuring the 'Tanz' vampires and the Family Bites characters. What's stopped me is that I don't think some of the humour in FB would be suitable for the von Krolocks - I don't want to end up with two very irate vampires in my head saying "You know, I really don't think we'd say *that*, and we certainly wouldn't do *that*..."

The other things is that I haven't been able to figure out what Krolock's attitude to werewolves would be. And there are a lot of those in FB...

I think Herbert might be interested in meeting one of the local highwaymen, though. Although said highwayman isn't gay, but Herbert might enjoy a challenge *G*
CCA

[calatha.livejournal.com]

there's a fair bit of Totale Finsternis at the end


Total Eclipse of the Heart? (http://www.romantic-lyrics.com/lt14.shtml)

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

“So, what did I miss?”

Looking up from the screen he was studying, leaning over Willow’s shoulder, Giles didn’t alter his expression quickly enough for his head Slayer. “Ah, Buffy! How was the gathering?”

Buffy frowned, looking from one face to the other in consternation. “Okay... you look worried, Willow’s all frowny and you’re both using an actual computer instead of just doing the big mojo.”

“Busted,” Willow muttered, scooting the mouse across the desk.

Rubbing his brow, Giles removed his glasses “A... situation has arisen.”

“And this is a new thing because...?” Dropping her hefty shoulder-bag by the door, she walked into the large office space. “Come on. I go away for a week to the middle of nowhere. How bad can it be?”

“Quite bad, really,” Giles replied, sighing. “Dawn stole your car and now, we think she’s been eaten, turned or taken hostage by one of the most powerful vampire sorcerers of the eighteenth and nineteenth century somewhere in Romania.”

Staring at him, Buffy blinked several times. “Huh?”

“Dawn...”

“Which car?”

Giles raised his eyebrows. “You don’t mind the fact she may have been...”

Buffy made a dismissive gesture. “Dawnie isn’t dumb,” she said. “And with Will’s spells and everything working like they have been up until now, she’ll be fine and on her way back.” Willow and Giles exchanged worried looks. “What?”

“You did hear him say ‘most powerful vampire sorcerer’, right?”

“Yeah, but we have super-wicca,” Buffy said, frowning.

Willow’s expression was pained. “You’re not getting it,” she said, pushing strands of hair back behind her ears. “When we say most powerful, we mean, like, ever. No one ever beat this guy.” She looked apologetic. “I don’t even know if I could.”

Buffy stared at her, colour draining from her face. “And he’s got Dawn?”

“We think so,” Giles confirmed grimly. “And a wretched sense of humour.” he nodded towards the computer screen. “Since Dawn dropped off Willow’s sensors and the tracking device she carries has been blocked, we had no idea until we received this message.”

Approaching, Buffy leaned over Willow’s shoulder to read, her hands resting on the back of the witch’s chair. “What is this?”

“The conclusion of my rare book transaction with the Graf von Krolock,” Giles replied, glancing at her. “It is polite to leave feedback once deliveries are made.”

“‘Books perfect. Delivery rapid. Condition acceptable. Delivery agent delicious.’”

Under Buffy’s hands, the back of Willow’s chair cracked in half, the Slayer’s expression ugly with fury. “Find them,” she said tersely. “If they’ve done anything to Dawnie, I’ll kick their ass, super-mojo-guy or not.”

“This is where further problems arise,” Giles said quietly, carefully. He didn’t flinch back from the look on Buffy’s face, which was quite the feat. “Where ever they are, they are concealed.”

“Giles, find them,” Buffy’s voice was cold, hard. “I don’t care what it takes. She’s my baby sister.”