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[winter]

(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

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

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

[winter]

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?

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

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.”

[winter]

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

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

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

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

“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.

[winter]

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.

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

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.

[winter]

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.

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

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"

And scene!

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

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.

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[winter]

:D

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

(Now, torture scene?)

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

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

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[winter]

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...

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

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

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[winter]

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

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

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

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[winter]

Will be waiting.

BTW, any idea why everyone's requesting smut from me? I don't know how to write it!

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Regarding smut? Because they like to torment you :D But I didn't offer smut *angelic* Just underwear :D

Oh and Illyria's in charge of the torture brigade. Spike's wanting to kill and can't think around it, so he's letting her pick the methods:


“Six against two? And not one of them can even tell she wasn’t a vampire.”

In the basement, the prisoners had been stripped of their weapons with embarrassing ease, not one of them thinking to carry an irremovable cross anywhere on their person or even managing to hide any tools anywhere imaginative.

Prowling around the huddled knot of five men and one woman, Illyria was tilting her head from side to side, making the bones crackle slowly. “Such fools have no use for the brains they possess,” she murmured. “The Graf will plaster the walls with them.”

“Come now,” Herbert was leaning against the wall of the room, arms folded loosely over his chest, his hair spilling around his face. “You know father better than that, Illyria. He would hardly wish to ruin the decor with such mundane things.”

“S’true, that,” Spike said, examining a deadly-looking axe. “Think this thing would break a leg?”

“Probably messily,” Herbert murmured. His eyes were fixed, cold and hard, on the huddle of mortals. “I suspect these charming people are locals, William. If you wish to threaten them, I would suggest their own language.”

Spike made a face. “I hate sodding Romanian,” he grumbled. “Always trip up on the vowels. Got to be an easier way...”

He looked around the room, then wandered over to the body of the man Illyria had killed. His head pointing in the wrong direction, which had apparently scared at least one of the survivors into piddling all over the floor.

“Really want to do one of them in,” he muttered, giving the body a kick.

“Take one and break every bone in their body,” Illyria was standing ominously close to the prisoners, her hands flexing by her sides as if she wanted nothing more than to reach out and snap them like twigs. “One bone at a time, until there is nothing but powder within their flesh.”

Spike looked at Herbert. “Well, they wouldn’t be dead...”

Herbert gazed at him for a moment, then nodded. “Make it hurt.”

“No question of that,” Spike replied with a vicious grin. “Blue, want to start? I’d say we go with the girl.”

The demon reached into the middle of the huddle. The single female was shielded by the larger bodies of the men, but Illyria plucked her out, shrieking and struggling, as if unaware of the blows landed by the men.

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[winter]

I really like Herbert in this scene. Vicious, remote and in control at the same time, effortlessly, even as his mind is elsewhere.

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

He's not going to do anything but stand there and be ice-hard. Illyria has grown accustomed to Dawn and dislikes the people so she's doing the hands on torturing, while Spike grins a lot and makes threatening noises.

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[winter]

I assume Spike also gives some suggestions? :D

(And as long as we're talking suggestions, threatening the hunters with turning them should go over nicely with their greatest fears...)

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

“I wish to begin,” she said, staring coldly at the woman’s pale face. One blue-tinted hand closed around the woman’s and there was a dull, wet popping sound punctuated by an agonised scream.

Spike’s eyebrows rose. “Impressive for just the tip of a pinkie,” he said, one side of his mouth curling up. “Go on, Blue, do it again.”

Illyria’s solid eyes turned to him. “Too soon and the fresh pain will be dulled by the first,” she said flatly. She looked back at the woman’s wide, terrified eyes. “This one has no tolerance for pain. It shall not take long.”

A second crackling pop echoed off the walls.

Again, the woman screamed.

One of the men cursed and tried to rush at the demon, but was cut off. His right calf and foot falling sideways, he dropped forward onto his face, howling in pain and pulling his maimed and bleeding stump of a leg towards him.

“Huh,” Spike looked at the blade, surprised. “Sharp, innit? Didn’t think it would go all the way through.” Tossing it aside with a clatter, he squatted down beside the man with a pleasant grin. “See,” he said in Romanian. “If you just stayed still, you would still have two legs and be able to run away when the Graf comes after you.”

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[winter]

*bops Spike on the nose* Oi. No fair making the meat bleed out and die before Johannes can get his claws on them :>

*throws popcorn*

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Oh, he's gs leet nurse skills to fall back on ;) He's had enough people trying to bleed themselves to death before munching to know how to use a torniquet ;)