Fic: Thicker Than Water, 2 of 2

[spicklething]

Title: Thicker Than Water, Part 2
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: NC-17. If you're underage, be gone with you!
Summary: There have to be a thousand ways better to die than suicide by inertia.
Notes: Written for ladyoneill  with the following requirements: broken characters, angst, and a vamp feeding from another one.
Warning: Pretty damn dark. References to

Comments

[kita0610]

Oh, *honey*.

I am SO glad you kept working on this. It paid off perfectly.

Damn good- sparse and ouchy and just. I love to read happily ever after fic for them, but you know, I never believe it.

This I believe.

Thank you so much for participating in our 'thon. And thank you for writing this.

Can I put it up on StA??

[spicklething]

THANK YOU!!

Dude, I would be honored to be part of StA.

*dies*

Just give me a day to kill all the typos that seem to be reproducing in the dark.

*smish*

[kita0610]

Sure, no worries. I'm going to wait til the 'thon is over and then collect all my favorites and put them up together. You got plenty of time to fix typos. :)

[greenstone_j]

I'm ever so glad Spike caught the train. *pets the poor boys* And the Black Thron were so right. That was the worst thing they could do to them, no wonder Spike was so broken *pets more*

[spicklething]

*pets Spike with you*

Thanks! I think the original ficathon request had a "no death" clause, but all my death was off screen so to speak. Wasn't sure how people would respond to killing off everyone else, but as soon as I made the Black Thorn the antagonist, I knew I had to make a large body count.

Glad you liked the fic :)

[spicklething]

*mission accomplished*

Thanks so much for the kind words! Bleak was fun to write this time around.

[lynnenne]

Oh, wonderful story! I nearly cried reading about how Dawn and Bufffy were killed. It made all of Spike's despair make perfect sense. And the writing is just terrific.

Hell wasn't a place filled with fire and brimstone. It wasn't an alternate dimension filled with chaos and fear. No, hell was a frozen wasteland in the middle of Siberia where apathy overshadowed grief, where if you stopped running, the rest of the world would hopefully fade away.

So, so true, in so many ways.

And I love the ending, how they both can find some glimmer of hope even after losing everything. Thank you so much for writing this story for this ficathon. *loves*

[spicklething]

Thanks, dear!

And many thanks for bringing this all together! This was the first time I've really written a Spangel fic, so needless to say I was a little nervous how it was going to turn out.

[lynnenne]

It turned out AWESOME. You totally kicked its ass. Which of course, means you should write them more often. *g*

[acacia5]

I loved this. The way you described Spike's world was amazing. You painted such a bleak, desolate existence, not just for Spike, but for everyone around him as well. The end was perfect, a small ray of hope for both of them.

[spicklething]

Thank you!

I got the idea after reading an article in New Yorker about Irkutsk which just sounded like hell on earth. And I've always figured that Spike would be his own worst enemy when it came self-flagellation.

Glad you liked the story! Thanks for reading.