Public announcement

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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?)

April 1, 2006: Business as usual

(May have crackfic later, though.)

Comments

Re: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNGST!

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!!!!!

Re: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNGST!

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Sorry. Distracted by tea and biscuits...

*returns to fic*

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You are a cruel, cruel thing.

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

I'm nice! And fluffy! And kind to small and furry creatures ;)

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*meows plaintively* MOOOOOORE!

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

“Nor can she be turned,” von Krolock said. “She ensured that.”
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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*wibbles* OMG so prettily angsty...

(Two notes: when did Illyria leave? Also, "professional" might work better than "business-like" in VK's POV, but that's just a thought.)

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Illyria never left ;) And was kinda stuck with that word, so yay! *claims professional*

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Ah, so that's him ordering her out, then :)

I could see Herbert touching his father at this point, just a hand on the shoulder to show wordless support, before he realises what a threat such a mental intervention poses...

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

*shooes you from the mental space*

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*digs in with her claws* Nuh-uh. Not budging until fed with snippets :D

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

“They the ones that did this?” The growl in William’s voice drew a warning look from the Graf and the younger vampire nodded tersely. “Gotcha. Keep ‘em locked up and alive. C’mon, Blue. You go and haul ‘em in and we’ll have some fun.”

“They are to live upon the Sorcerer’s whim.”

Though his back was to them as he walked towards the door, the malicious, vengeful smile was audible in William’s voice. “Doesn’t mean we can’t torture ‘em, does it?”

“Do you truly believe you can do this, father?” Herbert was suddenly behind him, using the strip of ribbon from his own golden hair to draw his father’s back and secure it from his face.

“I intend to do what I can,” von Krolock replied quietly, grateful that his son could not see his face. From what Dawn had told him of her origins, from what he knew, he did not doubt that he would be touching the heart of a storm if he managed to breach the magical boundaries around her.

Herbert clutched his shoulders and he could feel his son’s concern. “If there is a risk to you...”

“I intend to do what I can,” he repeated, turning and taking his son by the shoulders, dark eyes holding grey. “It will be difficult and dangerous, I know, but I cannot sit by and watch her die.”

“I understand, father, but this...” Herbert looked down at the girl. “If she’s has as much power as William says... father, if there’s a risk to you, please... don’t do this. I love the girl too, but don’t.”

Von Krolock squeezed his shoulders. “I want you to take care of William.”

“Father, don’t...” Herbert reached up and clutched his father’s hand.

“Herbert,” Lifting his other hand to touch his son’s cheek, he gazed at the creature he loved more than anyone or anything. Leaning forward, he kissed his son’s brow. “I have loved you since your first heartbeat, Herbert, but I must do this.”

Grey eyes were swimming with tears and Herbert slowly nodded. “I will see you later, father,” he said, then turned and walked quickly from the room. Understanding vied with acceptance and von Krolock knew his son longed to tear him from Dawn’s side, to ensure his safety.

As the doors closed behind the younger vampire, von Krolock drew a breath. “I am sorry, Herbert,” he whispered to the empty room.

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Awwwww. *melts, utterly* :D

(Not too sure about the tears, though. Might be more like Herbert to bite his lip and remain dry-eyed and calm until he goes to pieces afterwards, biting included, but that's just the image I had in my head for, well, most of the last 24 hours...)

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Good point. I think Spike's influence ;)

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Little differences like that help telling your pretty blond boyvamps apart ;)

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

You would not believe how much he is raging in my head. He's tearing the mental green-room apart, even though dad's in there with him.

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I can... imagine... *glazes over a bit*

(Which well, point. Angry!Herbie = ice calm on the outside until free to let it rip, right?)

Meep. Snipplet?

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

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.

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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*

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

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

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*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...

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

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!

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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?

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

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

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

BTW, what series would that be?