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slashthedrabble #28 - Endings
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darkhavensAuthor: darkhavens
Title: The Family That Plays Together Stays Together
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R for violence
Feedback: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Concrit: by email, please
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: People get killed, and so does a cat (but not Seven of Nine).
Notes: More in the baby!vamp!Xander 'verse.
Blood of My Blood
He'd believed it was over, until Spike burst through the door. He'd given up hope of seeing his love again. Then suddenly Spike was back, full of blood and feral joy, chipless and determined to lay claim to what he'd left.
The torn wrist at his lips made Xander freeze in disbelief, until the primal spirit, buried deep, emerged and bit.
He drank until the last spark of his consciousness blinked out, he drank until his heartbeat stuttered weakly and grew still. He drank, understanding that his love could withstand death. He drank and died so he could live again.
Flesh of My Flesh
Spike made sure that Xander's mother watched, just as she always had, while Xander taught his father about pain. Broken, twisted, stretched and torn, made to beg and whimper, made to plead and pray - for life, for death.
Xander used his father's belt, his pool cue and his bowling ball, his whisky and his beer and cigarettes. Everything his mother had watched with silent, pleading eyes, everything he'd suffered he revisited on 'Dad'. Everything, until the mental litany was done. Everything, and then a final twist, a deadly snap.
The screaming didn't start till they were halfway down the drive.
Heart and Soul
The heart must be alive, Dru said, and so they found a demon willing to remove the jailed Slayer from her cell.
They had to kidnap Angel, knock him out and tie him down, suspending Faith above him, chained and bound. Dru had uttered twisting phrases, sounds like nails on slate, then slipped a silvered witch tongue from her dress.
Slayer's blood fell like rain into the mouth fixed wide beneath, and Dru resumed her chanting with a smile. And then the soul was out and in the cat, which felt that silvered edge.
"Daddy's back, nettle wine for all!"
(refers to previous drabble: The List)
Tears Before Bedtime
They finally let Buffy find them 'hiding' down in Mexico. They'd left a trail a three year old could follow, just in case. She tracked them to a hacienda, quiet and deserted, and faced them down, expecting two, not three.
The appearance of Angelus from the shadows made her stumble, but the swift, remorseless strike she was expecting didn't come. Instead they played a game with her, teasing and retreating, landing blows and skipping back before she found her feet. They wore her down and wore her out until finally two stepped back, allowing Xander in to make the kill.
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Title: The Family That Plays Together Stays Together
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R for violence
Feedback: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Concrit: by email, please
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: People get killed, and so does a cat (but not Seven of Nine).
Notes: More in the baby!vamp!Xander 'verse.
Blood of My Blood
He'd believed it was over, until Spike burst through the door. He'd given up hope of seeing his love again. Then suddenly Spike was back, full of blood and feral joy, chipless and determined to lay claim to what he'd left.
The torn wrist at his lips made Xander freeze in disbelief, until the primal spirit, buried deep, emerged and bit.
He drank until the last spark of his consciousness blinked out, he drank until his heartbeat stuttered weakly and grew still. He drank, understanding that his love could withstand death. He drank and died so he could live again.
Flesh of My Flesh
Spike made sure that Xander's mother watched, just as she always had, while Xander taught his father about pain. Broken, twisted, stretched and torn, made to beg and whimper, made to plead and pray - for life, for death.
Xander used his father's belt, his pool cue and his bowling ball, his whisky and his beer and cigarettes. Everything his mother had watched with silent, pleading eyes, everything he'd suffered he revisited on 'Dad'. Everything, until the mental litany was done. Everything, and then a final twist, a deadly snap.
The screaming didn't start till they were halfway down the drive.
Heart and Soul
The heart must be alive, Dru said, and so they found a demon willing to remove the jailed Slayer from her cell.
They had to kidnap Angel, knock him out and tie him down, suspending Faith above him, chained and bound. Dru had uttered twisting phrases, sounds like nails on slate, then slipped a silvered witch tongue from her dress.
Slayer's blood fell like rain into the mouth fixed wide beneath, and Dru resumed her chanting with a smile. And then the soul was out and in the cat, which felt that silvered edge.
"Daddy's back, nettle wine for all!"
(refers to previous drabble: The List)
Tears Before Bedtime
They finally let Buffy find them 'hiding' down in Mexico. They'd left a trail a three year old could follow, just in case. She tracked them to a hacienda, quiet and deserted, and faced them down, expecting two, not three.
The appearance of Angelus from the shadows made her stumble, but the swift, remorseless strike she was expecting didn't come. Instead they played a game with her, teasing and retreating, landing blows and skipping back before she found her feet. They wore her down and wore her out until finally two stepped back, allowing Xander in to make the kill.
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on 2005-06-04 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2005-06-04 11:13 pm (UTC)Revenge Drabbles!!
Wheeeeeee!!!
*bounce*
*ahem*
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on 2005-06-05 12:28 am (UTC)I'd already mentioned each of these events in passing in previous sets so I decided to revisit the ideas and shade them in pretty colours. *g*
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on 2005-06-05 12:36 am (UTC):)
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on 2005-06-04 11:32 pm (UTC)Glad to hear that Seven of Nine is a-ok. =P
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on 2005-06-05 12:33 am (UTC)Well, it was until Dru killed the cat with the silvered witch tongue to make sure the soul couldn't return. *g*
Seven is safe at home, no doubt sleeping on Spike's pillow and clawing her way methodically through his wardrobe. Hee!
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on 2005-06-04 11:47 pm (UTC)But very nice, especially the second one. I'm glad Xander got the chance to do that. ^_^
~Nebula
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on 2005-06-05 12:34 am (UTC)Thanks. Xander needed to inflict some payback. :D
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on 2005-06-05 12:06 am (UTC)Dru is so wickedly clever, and yummy. And I just went all awww when the older vamps let baby Xander have his first slayer. If only all families were so sweet.
Yeah, I'm sick. But you love me for it.
::snogs you carnally::
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on 2005-06-05 12:36 am (UTC)Thankee, darlin'. Dru was determined to get her Daddy back, for good this time. And considering Angelus hasn't killed a slayer himself he was very magnanimous, letting Xander take down Buffy. I have been asked what it took to get him to allow that. It's something to ponder on. *g*
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on 2005-06-05 12:22 am (UTC)love them babe, 'Heart and Soul' most of all cause Daddy's back ;)
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on 2005-06-05 12:38 am (UTC)And yes! Daddy's back! *smooch* Thanks!
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on 2005-06-05 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-06 02:06 am (UTC):;wraps the drables up in greaseproof paper for easy carriage:: *g*
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on 2005-06-05 04:10 pm (UTC)Eventually, I hope you lay them all out in thier proper crazy-quilt order.
*HUGS*
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on 2005-06-06 02:11 am (UTC)One day it will be presented in a linear timeline - there are 119 drabbles so far, so I'd better start organising it soon!