This thing really does want to write itself in bits and pieces.

so here's the next piece.

"Seeds?!" Angel says, his tone of voice wavering from irritation to incredulity.  Alex decides that it's probably time to step in.  If Angel gets as homicidal when annoyed as Spike does, Mulder really ought to be in a corner somewhere with a gag over his mouth.

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because you've all been so patient with my job-related ramblings.

and no this isn't an update of anything in progress so far -- but thanks to the encouragement of the lovely
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Short update for this, as usual.  For some reason, this fic wants to be written in snippets, and who am I to argue?

Part the Fifth: Angel

Angel really needs to stop being surprised by Spike.  He needs Spike to be in another country - in another dimension, preferably.  One from which he will never return.

Because really, what is Angel supposed to do ( Read more... )

See? I never actually abandon anything...

Chapter Five: Burn the Candle Right Down

"It's all for the greater glory,
It's all for a Saturday night.
There's a hole where your face used to be:
I got you in my telescope sight."
-The Rolling Stones, Fight

"What's your name?" the vampire asks, about a thousand yards later.

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...though i'm really not supposed to be up at three in the morning.  I'm blaming it on the pain medication and leaving it at that, though Amanda will skin me alive if she wakes up and/or when she reads this in the morning.

(if i sound a bit incoherent, forgive me.  narcotics make me loopy.)

This is the 'I write strange fic while on drugs' post.  The ( Read more... )

Very short update this time, but I'm already working on chapter 5.

Is behind the cut to keep the crack from spreading.

Seen Too Much in Too Few Years

"Living high, sitting in the sun:
Sit on your ass 'till your work is done.
You lazy mother, your hands are clean:
You pull the strings and you got the clout.
There's something filthy living in your mouth,
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Here's chapter 3 of the 1930's Spike/Dru fic.  It's behind the cut to spare my f-list.

Chapter Three: The Grey Light at Dusk

“Have you seen the well-to-do
Up on Lenox Avenue?
On that famous thoroughfare
With their noses in the air?
High hats and coloured collars,
White spats and fifteen dollars,
Spending every dime
For a wonderful time!”
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This is for all of the brave souls who asked to see more of this insanity.

Chapter Three:  I'm All Sixes and Sevens and Nines

"Did you ever wake up to find
A day that broke up your mind,
Destroyed your notion of circular time?

It's just that demon life has got you in its sway:
It's just that demon life has got you in its sway."
-The Rolling Stones, Sway

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I have no explanation for this, save the following:  Three cross-country flights in four days will do strange things to a person, especially if one is taking Vicodin for a back injury at the same time; also, Spike wanted to meet Martin Blank.

Believe Your Eyes

Chapter One: Gonna Raise Hell at the Union Ball

"Oh, a storm is threatening
My very life ( Read more... )

This is the second chapter of Light Goes Down, a BtVS pre-series piece set in 1930's Berlin, featuring Spike, Drusilla, Darla, and other assorted characters.  Originally this post was very short; it has been added to and updated.

Chapter Two: Shadow Dancing

"Say, it's only a paper moon,
Sailing over a cardboard sea,
But it wouldn't be make believe,
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