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(Incidentally, I got this from
indigoskynet, who doesn't have me friended, but the originator last year was
sigma7, who was prompted by a comment of
reynardine's. How's that for the LJ social network working in mysterious ways?)
(May have crackfic later, though.)
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![]() April 1, 2006: Business as usual |
(May have crackfic later, though.)
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What's next? Jumping ahead to injured Dawn, or Faith vs Spike this time?
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Doesn't help I'm a total sucker for emotional!VK interactions with Herbert...
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(And oy, isn't it a pain in the, well, gut, to get someone to die a slow fight-induced death in this day and age? Damn these antibiotics...)
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The demon allowed von Krolock to gently gather the bleeding girl into his embrace like a child. Not daring to trust his own control or her physical well-being, he strode towards the drawing room, to the couch, where he laid the girl.
Despite himself, his hunger was rising, making his hands tremble as he pulled open the front of her shirt. Long splinters of pale wood were visible amid the gore staining her skin and he felt himself growl, his body tense.
They had tried to stake her! By sheer good fortune, they had missed her heart, no doubt when she had fought them off, but the ragged shaft of wood - nearly two inches in diameter - had cut low, into her flat stomach.
Rage suffused him, so black and furious that he had to turn away from her, to try and regain his control. What manner of idiots were these vampire killers? Had they not seen her in daylight? Had they not seen the colour in her cheeks? The life in her eyes?
“Tell me you have them alive,” he whispered, his eyes closed.
“I bound them and left them unconscious,” Illyria replied calmly. “The vengeance was not mine to give. One died for laying his soiled hands upon me. The rest await your justice.”
Von Krolock nodded slowly, turning back to his lover and laid one hand lightly over her wounded stomach. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to focus. Even without looking inward, he could sense the wrongness, could feel the swell of misplaced blood around the thick piece of wood.
“What the hell...”
“Father?”
Raising his other hand for silence, he could feel William and Herbert approach the couch, could feel their shock and rage, utterly entwined, his senses so sharp, so keen, he could see every minute tear within his lover, every escaping blood cell, every ripple of pain.
Pulling back with a gasp, he stared down at her face, the skin paler, hues of grey only serving to indicate how severe the internal bleeding must be. “I can do nothing to heal her,” he said softly.
“But you...”
“The dead cannot heal the living, William,” Herbert sounded dazed.
“We need to get her to a hospital, then,” William’s voice was quaking. “If we get one of Herbie’s motors...”
Von Krolock shook his head slowly. “There’s no time,” he said, his palm trembling over the wound. He laid his other hand against her forehead, brushing strands of hair back from her cheeks.
For a moment, the only sound was the fading heartbeat.
“Turn her.”
Von Krolock looked up at the youngest vampire, unable to hide his shock. “William, I cannot.”
“I’ll do it, then,” William had tears pouring down his face. “Niblet can’t go out this way. She can’t.”
“Nor can she be turned,” von Krolock said. “She ensured that.”
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*commences nailchewing as she waits for the next bit*
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*returns to fic*
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Blue eyes stared down at him in despair. “That’s not right... she... she can’t have...”
“She did,” Herbert added his voice. “She’s marked, protected.”
Swearing viciously, Spike upended one of the elegant candelabra, kicking it across the floor. “So we just sit and wait for her to snuff it?” His voice was raw, rising and shrill. “You’re the most powerful bastard this side of Europe! Do something!”
“William, father said he cannot...”
“Then make her do it!” William exclaimed. “She’s the Key, isn’t she? Can’t be all magic and not be able to do a sodding thing with it!”
“But that would be...”
“Possible.” Von Krolock looked from the younger vampire to his lover.
Surely, she would understand. If saving her life meant he had to open her senses to the powers she had locked within her, surely, she could and would understand why he did it. Perhaps it was his selfishness, perhaps, his love for her, perhaps a combination of both, but she would understand.
“Do it.”
Even if William had not said it almost in the same instant as Herbert, Johannes knew he would have made that choice himself. The thought of sitting aside and watching this beloved mortal die would have pained him more than a blade to the heart.
“William, Illyria will bring the captives to the castle.” he said it in as business-like a tone as he could manage as he rose and removed his cloak. He pushed his hair back over his shoulders. “Ensure they are kept alive until I say otherwise.”
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(Two notes: when did Illyria leave? Also, "professional" might work better than "business-like" in VK's POV, but that's just a thought.)
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Random Faith/Spike
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Your fic, m'lady
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Gets worse...
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“Turn her.”
Oh, blimey...
CCA
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Did I mention I love this series?