A set of 6 drabbles for ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
open_on_sunday's challenge #68 'Vacation'
Jul. 13th, 2004 12:54 amdarkhavensAuthor: darkhavens
Title: A European Tour
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: S/X
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Spoilers: None
Sayonara Sunnydale
The chip was out, and Xander knew the time had come to make his choice. To age and die and know that Spike would stay until his death and then move on, or accept the offered gift that meant eternity, or close enough.
They’d had the orb for years, just in case. And a printout of the spell that had been laminated to make sure it stayed safe.
They left a note for Willow and for Dawn, and one for Buffy, though that one had turned out really hard to write.
And then they headed out to see the world.
Paris
They ate baguettes on the steps of the Louvre and watched the tourists pass, oblivious to the killers in their midst.
They ate their real meal in the shadow of the Sacré-Coeur basilica, perched atop Montmartre looking down onto the city. It wasn’t that the orb spell hadn’t worked, but Xander learned some tricks from Grandma Dru. It was easy to convince some folks they wanted to be bitten. A little intense eye contact and a muttered word or two and they would follow, just as easy as can be.
As long as no one died the soul was fine.
Vienna
“It’s not blue, Spike. It’s supposed to be blue.”
“’T’s just a piece of music, Pet.”
“I know, but it should be blue. Why isn’t it blue?”
Spike leaned over the bridge and looked down at the murky brown Danube.
“From the smell I’d say it’s chemical run-off from the factories further up-stream. There’s tannins, hydrocarbons, lots of dyes and a bit of blood. If we go out tonight we’re eating steak, okay? No fish. We’re not eating anything that can survive in all that muck.”
A heavy sigh. “It should be blue, Spike. Like on my Granny’s music box.”
Prague
The skyline of the Old Town Square was a riot of bright red tiles and pointy towers. A gothic-looking church rose up majestically above the smaller buildings, loaning its shade to the vampires down below.
One stood lost in memories, the other held him close and waited, patiently for once, till he made his peace.
“She wanted to come back, y’know? She thought that what she’d lost would be here waiting. Gods, she made a fuss when I said no. I swore I’d never come to Prague again and she just laughed. My Princess always knew more than she told.”
Venice
They arrived midway through Carnivale, just in time for the Masquerade Ball in the Piazza san Marco. Xander pointed out it was costumes only, and Spike produced a pair of outfits noblemen could wear. Xander wasn’t sure, he didn’t have the greatest luck with dressing up, but Spike insisted, and then promised he could top if he was good.
Xander was the best he’d ever been. He half-believed the costume was possessed, but then surely he could have waltzed a better waltz if that were so. They danced the night away, and snacked discreetly in the shadows when they could.
London
The feeding here was easy. They even found a vampire-lovers club just crammed with volunteers, and wandered through the rooms selecting entrées and desserts. Then they paid a visit to an old friend in the city.
Giles wasn’t exactly pleased to see them, though he’d heard what they had done. He questioned Xander closely on the tricks he’d learned from Dru, and made him swear repeatedly that no one would ever die upon his fangs. When he asked how Spike had lost the chip they both refused to breathe a word.
That was how he knew that it was Ethan.
I could have gone on all night with these. There are so many cities for the boys to visit and play games in!
Title: A European Tour
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: S/X
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Spoilers: None
Sayonara Sunnydale
The chip was out, and Xander knew the time had come to make his choice. To age and die and know that Spike would stay until his death and then move on, or accept the offered gift that meant eternity, or close enough.
They’d had the orb for years, just in case. And a printout of the spell that had been laminated to make sure it stayed safe.
They left a note for Willow and for Dawn, and one for Buffy, though that one had turned out really hard to write.
And then they headed out to see the world.
Paris
They ate baguettes on the steps of the Louvre and watched the tourists pass, oblivious to the killers in their midst.
They ate their real meal in the shadow of the Sacré-Coeur basilica, perched atop Montmartre looking down onto the city. It wasn’t that the orb spell hadn’t worked, but Xander learned some tricks from Grandma Dru. It was easy to convince some folks they wanted to be bitten. A little intense eye contact and a muttered word or two and they would follow, just as easy as can be.
As long as no one died the soul was fine.
Vienna
“It’s not blue, Spike. It’s supposed to be blue.”
“’T’s just a piece of music, Pet.”
“I know, but it should be blue. Why isn’t it blue?”
Spike leaned over the bridge and looked down at the murky brown Danube.
“From the smell I’d say it’s chemical run-off from the factories further up-stream. There’s tannins, hydrocarbons, lots of dyes and a bit of blood. If we go out tonight we’re eating steak, okay? No fish. We’re not eating anything that can survive in all that muck.”
A heavy sigh. “It should be blue, Spike. Like on my Granny’s music box.”
Prague
The skyline of the Old Town Square was a riot of bright red tiles and pointy towers. A gothic-looking church rose up majestically above the smaller buildings, loaning its shade to the vampires down below.
One stood lost in memories, the other held him close and waited, patiently for once, till he made his peace.
“She wanted to come back, y’know? She thought that what she’d lost would be here waiting. Gods, she made a fuss when I said no. I swore I’d never come to Prague again and she just laughed. My Princess always knew more than she told.”
Venice
They arrived midway through Carnivale, just in time for the Masquerade Ball in the Piazza san Marco. Xander pointed out it was costumes only, and Spike produced a pair of outfits noblemen could wear. Xander wasn’t sure, he didn’t have the greatest luck with dressing up, but Spike insisted, and then promised he could top if he was good.
Xander was the best he’d ever been. He half-believed the costume was possessed, but then surely he could have waltzed a better waltz if that were so. They danced the night away, and snacked discreetly in the shadows when they could.
London
The feeding here was easy. They even found a vampire-lovers club just crammed with volunteers, and wandered through the rooms selecting entrées and desserts. Then they paid a visit to an old friend in the city.
Giles wasn’t exactly pleased to see them, though he’d heard what they had done. He questioned Xander closely on the tricks he’d learned from Dru, and made him swear repeatedly that no one would ever die upon his fangs. When he asked how Spike had lost the chip they both refused to breathe a word.
That was how he knew that it was Ethan.
I could have gone on all night with these. There are so many cities for the boys to visit and play games in!
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on 2004-07-13 04:30 am (UTC)Are Spike and Xander still in London? Could they come and visit?
::is mental::
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on 2004-07-13 08:43 pm (UTC)kidnap them and keep them for my ownshow them around Devon.Thanks for the fb! :o)
*devours*
on 2004-07-13 04:34 am (UTC)Re: *devours*
on 2004-07-13 08:48 pm (UTC)I like Ethan too. The chemistry between him and Giles is just delicious! But I didn't know he was the one who fixed the chip until I wrote it. How odd is that?
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on 2004-07-13 12:30 pm (UTC)Grandma Dru *evil cackle*
And Ethan?
*snerk*
Lovely, all.
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on 2004-07-13 08:52 pm (UTC)And Ethan, yes. My subconscious probably decided he was responsible for taking out the chip before I even started writing the drabbles. I certainly didn't know it was going to be him until I wrote that last line. LOL!
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on 2004-07-14 03:55 am (UTC)I love when that happens.
Kind of freaky, but cool.
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on 2004-07-13 04:00 pm (UTC)I wished you had, you know sleep is highly overated! *g*
Lovely and you included grandma Dru and Ethan (the cheeky monkey) I really like the pace of these very refreshing.
*hugs*
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on 2004-07-13 09:07 pm (UTC)If I hadn't had to go back to my
I've quasi-promised
I think Dru would make a lovely Grandma, teaching her Dark Kitten all her tricks. Hee!
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on 2004-07-13 09:13 pm (UTC)Oh yes wouldn't she just and I certainly would love to read more about what and how she taught him! *g*
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on 2004-07-13 09:24 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-07-13 09:28 pm (UTC)*smooch*
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on 2004-07-13 09:35 pm (UTC)::does the minioned chair dance of joy::
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on 2004-07-13 05:03 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-07-13 09:09 pm (UTC)Glad I gave you a happy. Hee!