Grim Fairy Tale
Title: Grim Fairy Tale
Author: akat
Fandom: Southern Vampire Mysteries/True Blood
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: BtVS through Season 7, SVM through From Dead to Worse
Disclaimer: Neither BtVS nor The Losers belong to me.
Timeline: Post-Chosen, and set before From Dead to Worse in the SVM verse, and AU from there. Part of my Summers’ Law ficlet series; Sequel to Beget, Begotten, Begone.
Summary: This situation now, with Pam just sitting there, staring at her, absolutely motionless? Total weirdness. And that was saying something, because, hello, Hellmouth for a hometown here.
Word Count: 885
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Dawn understood why she was sitting in Eric’s office as she researched all things fairy with Pam there as babysitter. She didn’t even mind it - well, not much anyway. Seriously, even though she thought her sister was wrong about Niall’s intentions - because Dawn had picked up absolutely nothing on the lusty vibes even with the weirdly placed compliments - she had read enough about fairies to know that she didn’t want to take any chances. Becoming a fairy’s baby mama definitely wasn’t in her five year plan, that was for sure.
But this situation now, with Pam just sitting there, staring at her, absolutely motionless? Total weirdness. And that was saying something, because, hello, Hellmouth for a hometown here.
Sure, she’d been around vampires before. After all, she had witnessed firsthand the whole train wreck of a relationship that was Mr. Broody Pants and her sister, hadn’t she? And Spike had been her protector during those really dark times.
But Pam? She was something altogether different.
It was as if someone mixed a soccer mom and a vampire - two freak-worthy concepts in their own right - and came up with her, a vampire who could decoupage and rip your throat out, maybe even at the same time. And okay, admittedly, Dawn found this fascinating - but only in that ‘don’t look directly at the sun because it’ll burn your eyes out’ kind of way.
And would it kill her to blink every now and then?
Desperately needing a break - and a distraction - Dawn abruptly shut the book of fairy lore she had been reading and turned on the TV that was sitting over in the corner. Pam raised her eyebrow at this, but she said nothing, so Dawn flipped channels until she found the Simpsons.
Because the situation wasn’t surreal enough already, the episode just happened to be a rerun of a Halloween episode. This caught Pam’s eye, and before Dawn knew it, the two of them were laughing over the gory yet hilarious antics in the Treehouse of Horrors.
During the first commercial break, Pam looked over at her. “Is this show always like this?” she asked curiously.
Dawn shook her head. “Nope, just for Halloween,” she explained.
A look of deep disappointment passed over the blonde vampire’s face. “Oh, that’s too bad,” she lamented, her eyes straying back to the screen as the show came back on. “It’s quite amusing, even if it is wildly inaccurate. As if a decapitated body would dance around like that.”
Then she laughed as if she’d just said the funniest thing.
Dawn shifted uncomfortably. Yep, totally surreal.
They watched the rest of the episode together; again, strangely enjoying each other’s company. As the credits rolled, though, something occurred to Dawn, and she looked at her watch.
“Buffy was supposed to check in by now,” she muttered, more to herself than anything else.
Pam shrugged, obviously having heard every word. Then she brightened. “Perhaps she and Eric have finally stopped dancing around one another?” she asked.
Dawn couldn’t help but shudder. “I so don’t want to know about my sister’s sexcapades,” she said emphatically.
“Why not?” Pam asked. “It affects all of us, especially the Slayer’s refusal. It makes Eric look bad. And it’s bad for business.”
Dawn snorted. “Yeah, well, Fangtasia just might go out of business, then, because Buffy can out-stubborn a mule. You’d have better luck just locking them in a room until they went at it,” she quipped.
As she was speaking, it occurred to Dawn that she was saying too much. Seriously, one Simpsons episode didn’t exactly make her and Eric’s second in command BFF. The way Pam’s face darkened at the mention of Fangtasia closing wasn’t exactly encouraging, either. But then a slow smile spread across the vampire’s face at the last part.
Dawn knew that look. Hell, she owned that look. It was the one that said Pam was making with some kick ass scheming.
And, hello, moral dilemma.
Seriously, the sister in Dawn said that she should alert Buffy right away… but the other part of her, the one that just wanted Buffy to face reality and make with the smoochies already, wanted in on the plan.
Unfortunately - or maybe luckily - before she could decide which way to go, Eric burst into his office, fangs out and eyes blazing as he looked around the room. When he apparently didn’t find what he was looking for, he looked to Pam, who had already risen to her feet.
“Is she here?” he demanded.
Before Pam could answer, Dawn spoke up, really not caring that he obviously wasn’t talking to her. She knew who Eric was asking about, and it made her stomach clench with fear.
“Do you mean Buffy?” she asked. “I thought she was supposed to be with you.”
Eric swung his gaze over to her, and Dawn almost took a step back at the ferocity she saw there, even though she knew it wasn’t aimed at her.
“We had gotten separated. When I looked for her, I only found some blood on the ground, her blood, mingled with the scent of fairy,” he explained tersely.
Dawn felt all the blood drain from her face. “But that means…” she said faintly.
Eric gave a grim nod.
“That means she was taken by the fairies.”+++
Author: akat
Fandom: Southern Vampire Mysteries/True Blood
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: BtVS through Season 7, SVM through From Dead to Worse
Disclaimer: Neither BtVS nor The Losers belong to me.
Timeline: Post-Chosen, and set before From Dead to Worse in the SVM verse, and AU from there. Part of my Summers’ Law ficlet series; Sequel to Beget, Begotten, Begone.
Summary: This situation now, with Pam just sitting there, staring at her, absolutely motionless? Total weirdness. And that was saying something, because, hello, Hellmouth for a hometown here.
Word Count: 885
+++
Dawn understood why she was sitting in Eric’s office as she researched all things fairy with Pam there as babysitter. She didn’t even mind it - well, not much anyway. Seriously, even though she thought her sister was wrong about Niall’s intentions - because Dawn had picked up absolutely nothing on the lusty vibes even with the weirdly placed compliments - she had read enough about fairies to know that she didn’t want to take any chances. Becoming a fairy’s baby mama definitely wasn’t in her five year plan, that was for sure.
But this situation now, with Pam just sitting there, staring at her, absolutely motionless? Total weirdness. And that was saying something, because, hello, Hellmouth for a hometown here.
Sure, she’d been around vampires before. After all, she had witnessed firsthand the whole train wreck of a relationship that was Mr. Broody Pants and her sister, hadn’t she? And Spike had been her protector during those really dark times.
But Pam? She was something altogether different.
It was as if someone mixed a soccer mom and a vampire - two freak-worthy concepts in their own right - and came up with her, a vampire who could decoupage and rip your throat out, maybe even at the same time. And okay, admittedly, Dawn found this fascinating - but only in that ‘don’t look directly at the sun because it’ll burn your eyes out’ kind of way.
And would it kill her to blink every now and then?
Desperately needing a break - and a distraction - Dawn abruptly shut the book of fairy lore she had been reading and turned on the TV that was sitting over in the corner. Pam raised her eyebrow at this, but she said nothing, so Dawn flipped channels until she found the Simpsons.
Because the situation wasn’t surreal enough already, the episode just happened to be a rerun of a Halloween episode. This caught Pam’s eye, and before Dawn knew it, the two of them were laughing over the gory yet hilarious antics in the Treehouse of Horrors.
During the first commercial break, Pam looked over at her. “Is this show always like this?” she asked curiously.
Dawn shook her head. “Nope, just for Halloween,” she explained.
A look of deep disappointment passed over the blonde vampire’s face. “Oh, that’s too bad,” she lamented, her eyes straying back to the screen as the show came back on. “It’s quite amusing, even if it is wildly inaccurate. As if a decapitated body would dance around like that.”
Then she laughed as if she’d just said the funniest thing.
Dawn shifted uncomfortably. Yep, totally surreal.
They watched the rest of the episode together; again, strangely enjoying each other’s company. As the credits rolled, though, something occurred to Dawn, and she looked at her watch.
“Buffy was supposed to check in by now,” she muttered, more to herself than anything else.
Pam shrugged, obviously having heard every word. Then she brightened. “Perhaps she and Eric have finally stopped dancing around one another?” she asked.
Dawn couldn’t help but shudder. “I so don’t want to know about my sister’s sexcapades,” she said emphatically.
“Why not?” Pam asked. “It affects all of us, especially the Slayer’s refusal. It makes Eric look bad. And it’s bad for business.”
Dawn snorted. “Yeah, well, Fangtasia just might go out of business, then, because Buffy can out-stubborn a mule. You’d have better luck just locking them in a room until they went at it,” she quipped.
As she was speaking, it occurred to Dawn that she was saying too much. Seriously, one Simpsons episode didn’t exactly make her and Eric’s second in command BFF. The way Pam’s face darkened at the mention of Fangtasia closing wasn’t exactly encouraging, either. But then a slow smile spread across the vampire’s face at the last part.
Dawn knew that look. Hell, she owned that look. It was the one that said Pam was making with some kick ass scheming.
And, hello, moral dilemma.
Seriously, the sister in Dawn said that she should alert Buffy right away… but the other part of her, the one that just wanted Buffy to face reality and make with the smoochies already, wanted in on the plan.
Unfortunately - or maybe luckily - before she could decide which way to go, Eric burst into his office, fangs out and eyes blazing as he looked around the room. When he apparently didn’t find what he was looking for, he looked to Pam, who had already risen to her feet.
“Is she here?” he demanded.
Before Pam could answer, Dawn spoke up, really not caring that he obviously wasn’t talking to her. She knew who Eric was asking about, and it made her stomach clench with fear.
“Do you mean Buffy?” she asked. “I thought she was supposed to be with you.”
Eric swung his gaze over to her, and Dawn almost took a step back at the ferocity she saw there, even though she knew it wasn’t aimed at her.
“We had gotten separated. When I looked for her, I only found some blood on the ground, her blood, mingled with the scent of fairy,” he explained tersely.
Dawn felt all the blood drain from her face. “But that means…” she said faintly.
Eric gave a grim nod.
“That means she was taken by the fairies.”+++