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He's going to be so, so calm while with Spike, smiling as if it's no big thing, helping out with the torture. Then, as soon as dad emerges, shaking, bloody, and utterly overwhelmed, he gets jumped on and part-glomped, part-smacked by a furious Herbie.

Error: Brain broken. Please reboot via application of vampires.

*clandestinely passes on Draculea's oeuvre on the noble art of torture via toothpicks in the periosteum*

I hate my head. It gives me mental images of torture and I squick easily. Skin peeling is involved.

*sighs* With all the nasties in my head, I could probably give you a list of torture methods a mile long. Enucleation is probably best left for last, so they see it all coming...

Trouble is, I have a thousand and one ways of torturing people available to me, but I hate writing them, because I have such a vivid view through my mind's eye. I squick at needles and dismembering, but my uses are all like "BRING IT AWN!"

Seriously, the stuff they have made me write beggars belief. I don't read it, let alone watch it or look for it, but I inherit the knowledge from the kids and GAH!

I guess I have it better, because when it comes to torture, my only squick is dismemberment. Needles = cool.

Close your eyes and type really fast?

Needles I don't mind so much when being used on me, mainly because I don't trust doctors in the slightest, so I watch with a beady eye lest they do it wrong (I've had enough to know when it's gone bad) and that frequently freaks the hell out of the doctors since most people seem to look the other way.

Mutilation is bad for me, though. One of my favourite TV series has someone cutting off peoples fingers with pruning clippers, complete with crunchy sound effect.

I flailed and sang throughout those scenes, while hiding behind a pillow *nods* I'm a wuss

Fingers don't do it for me, but that arms-and-legs scene in Sin City... *shudders*

BTW, what series would that be?

Oh, yes! Sin City made me gape out of sheer OMGWTFBBQ!-ness. Plus, the woman with her hands chopped off? When she described him sucking the meat from her fingers? GYAH!

Waking the Dead :) I like me some crime drama and hey, I have a crush on Trevor Eve (see icon) :D

Uh-huh. Sin City usually distracts me with the noir pretty, but gah, Frank Miller's head is screwed up.

*blinks* Never even heard of it. Strange.

Vampires?

What worries me is that I could match his scary head for the gore-factor if I let myself go. I am a morbid, vicious person, but I try hard to rein it in.

Oh, it's fun! And he's earned the monnicker of CAPSLOCK!Boyd or Shoutyman, because he has rage-control-issues and it is fabulous :D

And now, vampires:

Returning to the couch, he sat down beside his lover, gathering one of her hands in his and using the other to gently touch her cheek, rousing what little spark there was left in her.

Gradually, slowly, her eyes fluttered open. Her colour, her vibrancy, seemed faded, like ink in water, paler, but she managed to smile faintly, though it was pained. “Hey you,” she whispered.

“Liebling,” he murmured, lifting her blood-stained hand to his lips, kissing her palm gently.

“Guess he didn’t miss, huh?” A trickle of blood crept from the corner of her mouth and she shuddered in pain. “Sorry... shoulda ducked.”

“Do not worry about that now, dear one,” he said softly, wiping the blood away with a gentle hand. “Dawn, I need you to hear me.” She forced her eyes open and he only loved her the more for it. “I cannot heal you, mortal as you are, nor can I make you one of us.” Her chin dipped in a tight nod. “You have power within you, sealed away, but I can unlock it... it would be enough for you to heal yourself...”

“But...?”

Von Krolock gazed at her. “I could not seal it once more,” he replied. “I cannot say if it would overwhelm you or if it would fade away... it might even destroy you as surely as this wound... but if you will let me try...”

Her quiet chuckle was weak, left her chin splashed with scarlet “Even if I said no,” she whispered. “You’re gonna do it.”

Again with the melting thing. Also, Dawn's adorable :)

She's so bad-ass, even while dying :D

“How well you know me,” he leaned over her to touch his lips to her brow, then drew back a little. “But I would prefer your permission.”

One side of her mouth tugged up weakly. “You got it,” she whispered. “And your hair’s back... like it...” Her fingers tensed slightly against his, barely palpable. “I live, you wear your hair back more...”

“A fair trade,” he agreed. “If I am to...”

“Yeah...” Her words were little more than a tired, apologetic sigh. “Don’t wanna die before you do it...”

His hip resting against her rib cage, he could feel every ragged breath, could hear every struggling breath, and forced himself to focus once more. “Look at me,” he said softly. “Look at my eyes.”

Drifting in and out of focus, her blue gaze fixed on him as best she could. “Love you,” she breathed.

Within his chest, he was almost convinced he felt his still heart wrench, as if closed within a ruthless hand. He had often wondered, but had never asked and she had never said such a thing before.

“And I you, liebling,” he said softly.

Oooh dear me... You know, this IS the one situation when she'd say it, because... it feels as if she's expecting the power to burn her up, and is doing this more for him than for any hope of her own continuing existence. And she'd want him to know that, before the end.

You know, I had completely forgotten that she had refused to ever say it ever. It was just pouring out of my fingers and onto word and then I looked up and she said it and oh. Yes. She thinks this is it. She knows he has power, but she definitely thinks she's dead.

Yup. Especially since she remembers how destructive the Key thing can be. She might even be thinking that this unleashing will work through turning her back into the formless energy being again.

Bunny me? I'm flailing here.

That's pretty much it - she's sure that even if he does save her, she won't be anything he could work with or recognise anymore. She'll be glowy stuff and he'll be alone and she's lying there, dying and thinking "This sucks. I just got him housebroken"

Holding her gaze, one of her hands clasped in his, his other palm pressed to her brow, then he allowed himself to touch her mind. The pain was dazzling in its sheer intensity and he was amazed that she was yet conscious.

Probing deeper, sifting through her consciousness, seeking out the fragments where memories joined one another, he sought the point where construction and reality met, where she had become.

Beneath his palm, he felt her slipping back into unconsciousness, her body going limp upon the couch. Her skin was almost as cool as his own, though chilly with perspiration and drying blood.

On the edge of his senses, he could feel her heartbeat, slow, so slow, he wished he could turn her and have done, because feeling her slip through his fingers like sand was making his focus falter.

Then, there it was.

So jarring and sharp, he wondered how he could have missed it.

With mental touches, he slipped between the edges of the boundary.

Energy struck him from all sides, like lightning strikes, vicious, raw, untamed, but with the ungraspable fluidity of the racing rivers, more powerful than anything he had imagined possible.

And as he felt the slow, rhythmless throb of Dawn’s heart, he wondered if perhaps, he should have listened to Herbert.

:D

So he's not even sure if she'll wake up human?

(Now, torture scene?)

Now, he's not even sure he'll get out undead ;)

It's very interesting to see him out of his depth like this - still holding on to his self-assurance, but acknowledging the possibility of failure...

When people say "I'm not real. I'm mystical energy" you don't think it could all be contained witin one tough little human and only now is he starting to realise that "oh, wait, it can be" :D

High time for him to be just a little bewildered ;) How's the torture scene coming along?

I'm hopping between it and the Spike/Faith thing in the present chapter.

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