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I totally should post something Star Wars related, except for the fact that I didn't realise posting my info in

imadra_blue's friending meme would lead to people actually friending me. So. Um. Probably not the right moment to mention the fact I haven't touched Star Wars with a ten foot pole in a long while.

Anyway, spent today trying to fic and failing. Current working-on-them-right-now list, just to motivate me tomorrow at work, because apparently I'm unable to write at home; at this rate I'll be able to write something I want to write around... hm, July?

- 3 Tanz der Vampire stories (trials of a vampire father, very twisted Dracula/Krolock and Herbertfic). All for

fyrie *expletive deleted*

- Vlad and Gabriel by the fire, for

ariss_tenoh, with sincere apologies for the delay

- Coldfire: Family Ties, possible vignettes, for Gerald Tarrant. Peskiest muse ever

- next set of Dooku drabbles for the

1character prompts, and the Dooku-and-Obi-Wan fic, for

imadra_blue

- miscellaneous Dooku and non-Dooku fic for the SW people on the f-list because I'm feeling guilty

Oh, and on top of everything else I may be able to combine my obligations towards

fyrie, the Coldfire people and the Star Wars people in one fic. But I've a feeling it might get me a wee bit flamed =^.^=

In other news, GIP. *purrs*

EDIT: *headdesk* Completely forgot.

fyrie did it again. The next installment of her Buffy/Tanz crossover killed me even deader. Even if you don't know anything about Buffy or Tanz, if you have the slightest fondness for dominant vampires, for Lucifer's sake read this story.

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Am working on it now :) And I think I might add a Giles scene at the very end, maybe just a couple of lines...

*sigh* The only thing that comes out well when I'm on drugs is crackfic, alas. There might be a reason for it.

So... Dawn will be getting a fingernail traced down the middle of her back at some point then...

Just him keeling over with a heart attack, you mean? ;)

Y'know, I don't think I've ever written fic while on meds. At least, not that I can remember... which may or may not be a good thing...

"So, where's Dawn?"
"Staying there."
"... omwtfbbq?!"
"They didn't eat her! It's okay! Spike's looking after her."
"0.o"
"Oh and the Giraffe guy is gonna help us research."

*fans self* That, and during the impending dancing lessons, he'll choose some kind of dance that requires him to lift her up at some point? (Csardas, possibly?)

Aaaand *thud* at the end of it :D

A... buh...

Um. Yeah. Backless slinky ball gown. Her hair pinned up in a way that two pins being removed will let it cascade. A blood ruby.

He wants to kiss the length of her back, from shoulder to base.

Of course :D

“You’ll let us know if anything happens, right?”

“Well, duh!” Hugging Buffy warmly, Dawn stepped back. “And you’ll call me if you need any help with weird demon codexes?”

“Well, Will’ll take care of that,” Buffy glanced over at the red-haired witch who had already acquired a stack of books and was carefully arranging them in the trunk of the car. They had been borrowed on the solemn oath that if anything happened to them at all, she would pay the small fortune back herself. “I think she wants to make Giles faint with envy that she got to touch ‘em.”

“They’re first editions! Hand-written!” Willow’s head popped around the edge of the trunk. “No one has seen them in two hundred years!”

“Except, y’know, the Graf,” Dawn gave her an amused look.

Willow rolled her eyes, shutting the trunk carefully. “You know that’s not what I meant!” she protested, approaching Dawn and gesturing for a hug. “You sure you’re gonna be okay?”

Briefly embracing Willow, Dawn nodded. “I’ve been okay for a month already,” she reminded them. “I’ll be fine. And hey! You’re the one who said you wanted to move into the library!”

Blushing, Willow looked briefly sheepish. “But it’s so big,” she mumbled.

From the doorway of the manor, there was a snort of mirth.

“Screw you, Herbert!” Dawn threw over her shoulder.

“You wish, darling!” his voice floated back.

Shaking her head and laughing, Buffy squinted at the doorway. “What is it about us that brings out the crazy in the vampires?” she asked.

He might have to enlist Herbert's help on getting her into that outfit and hairstyle without it seeming overly Pygmalion-ish ;)

And at some point she'll kneel down, in that gown, either especially for him or just out of momentary tiredness and vertigo, in one smooth motion, and bend her neck without thinking of what (and how appetising) it looks like to him?

(I might be reading and writing a bit too much vampire smut at times.)

Ah, poor Buffy. Little does she know that Herbert only needs the slightest provocation ;)

Am sitting and giggling here, and pretty sure it's not all the codeine's fault :D

If he manages to get a ball arranged for the first time ages, she'll be squeeful over getting dressed up. Plus, Herbert thinks it'd be hilarious not to warn the guests about her neck and they've made bets beforehand about how many will try and nibble ;)

Herbie likes to toy with the mortals, oh yes :D

Well, nibble attempts might be forestalled by VK's reputation. I think that even after a century or so, the fearsomeness of it should survive ;)

Random note: that "hands of woe" icon of yours, where's that from? It's been nagging me for half an hour now.

Very true :D He is one of the oldest lasting at the moment, after all. :)

The Crow - just after he does the window-twist and landing, when his hands heal :)

SCORE. I can still spot Eric at 30 paces :D

(I'd say Brandon, but IIRC that scene, like 95% of the loft ones, had his body double.)

Wasn't it just the flashbacks they had to film after his death? Or did they redo a whole chunk?

No, he died during one of the first days of shooting on the loft set, while they were shooting the flashbacks. Everything else was already done, but just about all of the one-year-later loft scenes had to be reshot, that's why you almost never see his face in these sequences. You can see that when he enters the room, there's rain falling indoors, because he was mapped in from a shot outside in the alleyway. His face was also digitally mapped onto the shattered mirror while he's putting on the crow makeup, and they used a fragment of a previous rooftop shot for the first shot of the crow makeup revealed. Similarly, when Sarah comes up to the loft and meets him there, the voice is a fragment of her first meeting with him post-death (the "It can't rain all the time" scene) and the actor's a body double, that's why he's standing with his back to the window and you never see his face. One of the two doubles was a friend of Brandon's from the same dojo who could imitate his movements.

Uh. Did I ever mention I'm a total Crow geek, and that it was my first major obsession since I saw the movie in a deserted theatre on the third day of Christmas, 1994? I was 12 years old.

*grins* I did get the feeling you might now, what with the Crow mood theme :D I saw it back in 98 I think and fell in love, thenw as told by a friend "oh, you only like it because its famous for the guy dying" and I was like "WTF?!! The pretty is dead?!?!". I was belatedly distraught.

Alas, I've a history of falling for dead pretties. Apart from Brandon I saw Michael Hutchence in "Elegantly Wasted" and fell in lust only to hear two months later that he'd hung himself, I think I managed to discover hide (formerly of the former X-Japan) about two weeks before he followed suit, and now of course Barton, damn him...

Ah, Hide. He was ridiculously pretty. So, so pretty.

“Good looks and the fact we can kick their asses without breaking a sweat?” Dawn suggested with a grin. Buffy’s expression sobered and Dawn looked down as Buffy took her hand. “I’ll be okay, I promise.”

“You better be,” Buffy said gruffly, though there was a tremor to her voice. “I don’t wanna have to come all the way out here and kick their asses.”

Dawn nodded at once. “They’d be pretty mad if you had to do that,” she agreed, her expression deadly earnest. “I don’t think Herbert would like to see you rumpling his new suits.”

With a roll of her eyes, Buffy opened the car door. “I’ll rumple ‘em good if he does anything to you.”

“Don’t worry!” Dawn laughed. “If he tries, I’ll chase him with girly cooties.”

“The poor boy,” Vittorio murmured, leaning against the hood of the car. “I dread to think how he will manage with you present indefinitely.”

Grinning evilly in the direction of the door, Dawn’s eyes danced. “Oh, he’ll learn pretty quick, I think,” she said. Opening her arms, she hugged Vittorio fondly. “You look after Buffy. You know how much trouble she can be.”

“Hey!” her sister called, half-way into the car, shoving a bag under the back seat.

“Naturalmente,” Vittorio kissed Dawn’s brow softly, then gazed at her seriously, her chin cupped lightly in his palm. “I expect you do not need further warnings, nor lectures, sorella piccola.” His brows drew together pensively, his voice lowered that Buffy wouldn’t overhear. “But you must proceed with care. For yourself and for others. There are deep emotions in this house.”

Dawn stared at him for a moment, then looked him up and down. “How long have you know him, then?”

One side of Vittorio’s mouth curved upwards. “Long enough, sorella,” he replied, placing another soft kiss to her forehead, then drawing back. “Longer than any of us would admit.”

“Deep emotions...” Dawn glanced over her shoulder thoughtfully. “Yeah. Figures.”

Scooting out of the car, Buffy dusted her hands down. “I think that’s everything,” she said, propping her hands on her hips and looking around. “You got everything, Will?” The witch nodded. “Vittorio?”

“I think we are prepared.”

With a last hug for her sister and the whisper of threat and promise for the vampires waiting inside, Buffy bundled her lover and friend into the car, rolling down the window to reach out one arm and hug Dawn a last time.

“If you don’t call me regularly, I’ll come here and kill you myself,” she whispered against Dawn’s ear.

“Like you called every week when you were at school!” Dawn laughed, returning the tight hug.

“I didn’t go to school with vampires,” Buffy reminded her, sitting back.

“Oh yeah?”

With a roll of her eyes, the Slayer laughed. “Okay, maybe a few. Now, you be good, okay? And don’t kill anyone, unless you have to.”

“You too.”

Stepping back, Dawn watched and waved as the car roared down the drive, tossing up gravel. Only when the gates swung closed did she turn around and walk back towards the door.

“Looks like you’re stuck with us, pet,” Spike was leaning against one of the columns that lined the hall, a pleased grin on his face.

“I concur,” Herbert added, stepping out of the shadows on the opposite side. “And I believe I owe you a mortal humiliation for the events of last night.”

Closing the door behind her, blocking out the daylight, Dawn smirked. “You can try, Herbert,” she said with mock-sweetness.

“And I am sure he will,” the third voice spoke from the middle of the hall. At once, Dawn moved past the two younger vampires to approach von Krolock. “So, you do not regret your decision?”

Offering him her hand, she smiled as he claimed it and kissed her fingertips. “Do you?” she asked, a hint of mischief in her blue eyes.

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