A Coffin is Not for Sleeping (TrueBlood/BtVS Crossover)
Title: A Coffin is Not for Sleeping
The immortal story of a love-starved slayer and a vampire’s insatiable desires.
Fandoms (Crossover): BtVS/True Blood
Pairing: Faith/Pam
Rating: R
Challenge: Lesbian Pulp Fiction Titles challenge at femslash100 .
Notes: A series of connected drabbles. First two posted here. The title of the fic is adapted from/inspired by pulp covers here and here (NSFW).
19. One Way Trip (200)
“She will work.”
“So you say,” Eric said.
“Look,” Pam said, annoyed, “you are the one who has been going on and on about how Sookie needs protecting.”
“I thought you would find-”
“What? What could you possibly have thought I’d find that would be any better? You specifically requested inconspicuous.”
“Well, I’ve never been called that before,” the leather-clad brunette said, finally speaking up for herself. “Though usually I’m referred to as a ‘who’ rather than a ‘what’ and I think I’d rather go back to that.”
“Look, human,” Eric said, “if I was looking for someone to have sex with, I’m sure your presence here would be fortuitous. However-”
The human turned to Pam. “Time for another demonstration?”
Pam looked down at her outfit and sighed. She was rather fond of this one and it was in a dark color, which was a rarity for her. However, it could hardly be helped.
“Fine. But next time, remind me to bring along somebody else for the role.”
“Five-by-five,” the human said as she launched herself into the air, aiming a kick at Pam’s midsection that sent the vampire across the room and into the far wall.
13. Fair Game (160)
Pam picked herself up from the debris. Without looking at the wall, she knew the impact of her body had left an impressive dent. “Any questions?” she asked Eric as she straightened her skirt.
“He should be asking himself why I had to get all slap-happy before he’d believe you. I mean, I’ve never understood the whole Sire-Childe relationship-” the woman paused as both Pam and Eric winced.
“Don’t call it that,” Eric said.
“Hey, your house, your rules. But really, whatever she is to you, who died and made you god? She’s not your errand girl. Show a little respect.”
Eric sat forward in his chair, his fangs newly visible. “Remember your place, human. Remember,” he said, nodding at Pam, “that she did die.”
“And he’s been playing god ever since,” Pam said. “Apparently, I’m able to create deities.”
“So wouldn’t that give you the power?”
At her Maker’s growl, Pam smiled. “Eric,” she said. “Meet Faith.”
The immortal story of a love-starved slayer and a vampire’s insatiable desires.
Fandoms (Crossover): BtVS/True Blood
Pairing: Faith/Pam
Rating: R
Challenge: Lesbian Pulp Fiction Titles challenge at femslash100 .
Notes: A series of connected drabbles. First two posted here. The title of the fic is adapted from/inspired by pulp covers here and here (NSFW).
19. One Way Trip (200)
“She will work.”
“So you say,” Eric said.
“Look,” Pam said, annoyed, “you are the one who has been going on and on about how Sookie needs protecting.”
“I thought you would find-”
“What? What could you possibly have thought I’d find that would be any better? You specifically requested inconspicuous.”
“Well, I’ve never been called that before,” the leather-clad brunette said, finally speaking up for herself. “Though usually I’m referred to as a ‘who’ rather than a ‘what’ and I think I’d rather go back to that.”
“Look, human,” Eric said, “if I was looking for someone to have sex with, I’m sure your presence here would be fortuitous. However-”
The human turned to Pam. “Time for another demonstration?”
Pam looked down at her outfit and sighed. She was rather fond of this one and it was in a dark color, which was a rarity for her. However, it could hardly be helped.
“Fine. But next time, remind me to bring along somebody else for the role.”
“Five-by-five,” the human said as she launched herself into the air, aiming a kick at Pam’s midsection that sent the vampire across the room and into the far wall.
13. Fair Game (160)
Pam picked herself up from the debris. Without looking at the wall, she knew the impact of her body had left an impressive dent. “Any questions?” she asked Eric as she straightened her skirt.
“He should be asking himself why I had to get all slap-happy before he’d believe you. I mean, I’ve never understood the whole Sire-Childe relationship-” the woman paused as both Pam and Eric winced.
“Don’t call it that,” Eric said.
“Hey, your house, your rules. But really, whatever she is to you, who died and made you god? She’s not your errand girl. Show a little respect.”
Eric sat forward in his chair, his fangs newly visible. “Remember your place, human. Remember,” he said, nodding at Pam, “that she did die.”
“And he’s been playing god ever since,” Pam said. “Apparently, I’m able to create deities.”
“So wouldn’t that give you the power?”
At her Maker’s growl, Pam smiled. “Eric,” she said. “Meet Faith.”