There's Always a Sneer in Vegas (3/?)
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stillroseTitle: There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (3/?)
Fandom: BTVS; Spike/Xander
Warnings: Slash, AU, Post Apocalyptic, violence, non-con, slavery, tentacles
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It’s been seven years since Angelus killed Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Seven years after Angelus opened a portal to hell on Earth. Humans are food, slaves or on the run. There’s hope only in small band of resistance fighters. However, that’s a hope Xander Harris no longer has. It’s been six months since he was taken in a raid. At first Xander thought he was lucky the demons didn’t know who he was; but then that was before he became property to an Azora demon.
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Lorne nodded and then stood. He walked to the door, paused and then turned around to look at Spike.
“If you are planning on claiming Xander,” Lorne said, “don’t you think you should use his first name?”
Spike sighed then ordered, “Out.”
Lorne turned and exited Spike’s office just as two minions were leading a frail and terrified middle-aged woman into Spike’s office.
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The minions who had escorted Xander away and into the elevator had shoved Xander into the lavish penthouse suite with a wall of windows. Then they had left. At first Xander hadn’t been sure what to do, but Xander wasn't left in confusion for long. Too many trips to the Tank had influenced Xander more than he cared to admit and soon his training took over and Xander assumed proper form. He stood up straight with his eyes fixed on a point on the far wall. He stood as still as possible.
Xander stood there until he realized just what it was he was seeing; lights. Xander was seeing lights and not just party or fluorescent lights. Xander was looking at neon lights, headlights, star lights and even moonlight. Xander stared out at the lights and nearly wept. How long had it been since he’d last seen anything but the inside of his master’s vault, a game room, dining room or a casino?
The realization of what he was seeing nearly made Xander collapse to his knees in shock. Instead he found the temerity to stumble forward until he was right in front of the windows. Slowly Xander raised his hands and reached out to touch the glass as his eyes drank in the sight of a world beyond walls.
Fear of smudging the windows, thus leaving evidence of his poor form, kept Xander from actually touching the glass. Yet, he held his hands as close as he dared until he could almost feel the cool smooth surface.
For a moment Xander was tempted to just slam his hands against the glass hard enough to push them through. Pain and punishment almost seemed to be worth it just to feel the night air on his skin and to smell the small snatches of desert mingled with the city scent.
Probably shatter proof, Xander thought bitterly. And what does a vampire even need with a panoramic view anyway? Even Spike’s not that stupid to stand here and watch the sun rise. Xander had no answer to his question.
Slowly, Xander lowered his hands and continued to stare. Maybe this room is just for midnight snacks and romantic rendezvous?
Xander laughed. His laughter was a quiet series of puffs of air escaping from a quaking diaphragm. Wonder if I’m a desert wine or a cheese wine?
Xander wanted to clench his fists, but he knew if he did he would squeeze so hard his blunted nails would leave half-moons indents in his palms. Bottles weren’t allowed to damage themselves. Bottles that did, were put in the Tank.
Xander took a deep breath. I can’t do that again, he’d thought. I won’t make it back. I’ll slip away into the dark …I’ll slip away…slip away into the terror….I’ll slip….the thick tasteless dark...and I'll...
Raw fear had slammed through Xander as Xander's thoughts spun out of control. The room had begun to shrink and get darker. The air was thick and difficult to breathe.
Bottles are still. Bottles are quiet. Xander heard the voices in his head and he began to tremble.
NO! NO! I’ll be good! I’ll be STILL! I’ll be QUIET! Xander frantically thought and then took perfect form.
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The sound of a door opening behind startled Xander. How long had he been standing there? How long had he held form?
“Nice view,” Spike’s voice drifted across the room. “Much nicer than when I left.
Xander remained still. He listened and could hear Spike moving around the room. He heard a rustling of leather, the crinkle of paper, the ‘snik’ of a lighter and then the sound of a deep inhale. Xander smelled smoke when Spike exhaled.
“Lorne tells me you can’t talk,” Spike said.
Lorne? Xander wondered. Who’s that?
Xander heard Spike take a few more drags on his cigarette.
Lorne said the boy ain't broken, Spike thought as he studied his new pet. However he is damaged. Time to start figuring out how bad. I have plans for him.
Spike moved closer to Xander. He's like a soddin' statue all still and quiet. Not the Harris I knew, Spike thought. Course, the Harris I knew would have never just stood there while I tossed him off in front of a room full of demons.
Spike smiled and raised the hand that had done the tossing to his nose. Spike inhaled deeply. Sweet pet, Spike thought. Too sweet. Spike cocked an ear and listened. Back-up was in place. Spike didn't think he'd need it, but Lorne did. Just because Spike had nixed the idea didn't mean Lorne hadn't already put the plan into play.
Spike snorted. Bloody goody two-shoe pain in the ass.
Spike took a long drag on his dwindling cig and exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Xander fought the tickle in his throat from the second-hand smoke. Bottles don’t cough when on display, Xander thought.
Xander heard Spike moving again. He thought he heard Spike’s cigarette being ground out. The vampire moved again and it sounded as if he were getting closer to Xander. Xander kept his breath even and focused on remaining quiet and still.
“Imagine, Harris the babbler, a mute," Spike observed and then laughed. “Looks like, though, I don’t have to imagine it.”
Xander remained still. Xander’s breath was slow and even.
Spike moved again. He walked around Xander as if he were examining a piece of art from all sides. Finally he stopped, behind Xander.
“Course, I’d never thought I’d see the Slayer’s Donut Boy stark naked and absolutely still either. Not in my presence. Course ya weren't completely still with me earlier, was ya pet?”
Shut up! Xander thought angrily but held still.
Xander’s thoughts were interrupted by the sudden feel of a cool finger tip slowly tracing down Xander’s spine. Xander almost flinched.
“Hmmmm,” Spike mumbled. “Thought for sure that’d get ya.”
Xander wanted to laugh at Spike’s naiveté. Much worse had touched him in more intimate places and Xander hadn’t moved.
Spike’s finger continued a slow journey down Xander’s spine. Too Xander’s horror he began to feel tiny goose pimples well up in the Spike’s path.
“Not totally unresponsive,” Spike said.
Fuck off, Spike! Xander wanted to say but kept his eyes focused on some point on the window.
Spike chuckled when his finger slid into the small hollow at the top of the divide between Xander’s ass cheeks.
“Tell me, pet,” Spike purred, “Have you ever had anything up yer bum?”
You know I have, you bastard, Xander thought. Xander flushed angry and embarrassed, but remained still.
Spike’s finger reversed course and started to trail back up Xander’s spine.
“Pet,” Spike said, “I know you can’t talk, but you can nod or shake yer head.”
Xander blinked. What? Xander thought. Nodding and shaking one’s head wasn’t allowed. Bottles are still. Bottles are quiet.
Spike smiled at the blink. It was a small movement, but it was something.
“You can nod can’t, you, Xander? You are capable of the movement, yeah?” Spike asked.
Is this a trick? Xander wondered. Was this a game? What happens if I make the wrong move?
Half remembered stories of Spike’s from Watcher diaries competed with Xander’s fears of the Tank. Which fate was worse? Do I really want to know? Xander thought then nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly. Spike’s finger stopped mid-way up Xander’s back.
“So,” Spike asked softly and very slowly, “You had anything up that arse of your besides tentacles?”
Why do you want to know you sick wacko! Xander silently shouted. What part of your game is this? Humiliate the humiliated? Embarrass the embarrassed? Or I know, how about Harangue the Helpless?
“Pet,” Spike said dangerously, “answer the question.”
Xander shook his head with two quick jerks.
“Good,” Spike laughed and withdrew his finger. “That’s good, pet. Now. Turn around.”
Xander ground his teeth. Turning around was a clean order. It carried none of the nagging doubts about whether the movement was allowed or not. Yet, turning around meant facing Spike and Xander wasn’t sure he could do that. Xander cast another longing look at the lights outside the window then turned around.
Spike smiled and stepped two paces back from his pet. Xander picked a point on the far side of the wall behind Spike and focused his gaze. With his peripheral vision, Xander noted Spike was studying Xander.
Once again Spike moved into Xander’s personal space. Once again Spike reached out a finger and touched Xander. This time the finger traveled slowly down the center of Xander’s chest and over the bumps and valleys of Xander’s well defined abdomen. The finger stopped once it reached the line of dark coarse curly hairs that made up the nest surrounding Xander’s flaccid cock.
Xander focused on his breathing and the point the far wall. What really was the difference between the tip of an unwanted finger and the tip of an unwanted tentacle? What was the difference when both had already brought him off like a cheap whore?
“Certainly kept you in fine condition,” Spike observed.
Four mile runs every day, Xander answered silently, along with a controlled diet. Oh yeah! Bottles have to be healthy. Have to keep the flavor, optimal, you know.
Spike fanned out his hand across Xander’s groin. Suddenly there were many fingers brushing themselves through Xander’s pubic hair. The fingers took their time mapping out the flesh hidden beneath the springy curls.
Spike hummed and brushed those same fingers over and around Xander’s cock. Slowly, Spike lifted Xander’s penis and stroked it very softly.
Xander tried not to think of a time when he’d had an actual say in who fondled his dick.
“I like that,“ Spike said as he rubbed his thumb around the soft spongy tip of Xander’s cock and then curled his hand Xander's penis.
Once upon a time, I did too, Xander thought. Once when I was alone in my room and thought of orgasms as something fun. And beside, since when did you start liking cock, Blondie? Last I knew Dru was dickless.
Spike stilled his movements then ordered, “Look at me.”
Xander blinked. Bottles don’t see. Xander thought.
“Look at me, Xander,” Spike ordered and tightened his hold on Xander shaft.
Xander slowly slid his eyes away from the point on the wall and toward Spike. As soon as Xander’s brown eyes locked with Spike’s blue; the vampire’s hand moved away from Xander’s penis.
Spike smiled then ordered, “Hold still.”
Right, Xander thought. Cuz here I’ve been Hyper-kinetic Boy this whole time.
Xander easily followed Spike’s orders. It was easy until he felt Spike remove Xander’s collar.
Is this it? Xander thought. Does then mean he’s gonna free me?
Xander knew slaves collars weren’t removed unless they’d escaped, were sold or their master was ready to kill them in some way. Escape didn't look very likely and Xander didn't see any new buyers around. At this point, Xander thought, death's just as free as escape.
“You won’t need that anymore,” Spike growled as he tossed Xander’s leather collar some where into a corner. Then once again, Spike's hands were on Xander. They cupped his chin and tilted Xander's head back until Xander's long neck was exposed.
I'm sorry I never got to say good-bye Wills, Xander thought. Don't give up. Find the Key. Close the portal. Tell Faith to take ca....
"No scar," Spike's words startled and interrupted Xander's silent goodbyes. "They didn't cut yer vocal chords did they?"
Xander mouthed, "what," then flinched at the break in form. Xander's heart pounded. How much longer was Spike going to drag this out?
"Pet," Spike said, "I asked you a question. Did they cut yer yammer box?"
No, Xander thought and quickly shook his head. Spike released Xander and stepped away.
Now what? Xander wondered as he debated lowering his head, looking at the ceiling or looking at Spike.
What's the worst I could get? Xander wondered. I'm going to die. All that's left is how? A brutal torture followed by a slow agonizing death or an agonizing torture followed by a brutal death?
Xander lowered his head and looked at Spike.
Once again Spike smiled then asked, "Ya thirsty?"
Xander blinked. What?
"Are. You. Thirsty?" Spike asked again.
Well ain't that a kick in the head, Xander thought. Well in the metaphoric way...not the literal way...which is what I would expect from thinking about a kick in the head when around Spike and ...Hey! Babbling..Impatient touchy-feely vampire waiting..what was the question? How do I feel?
Xander shrugged his shoulders.
"Pet," Spike said as eh reached out a hand to Xander once again. "Do you want something to drink?"
Spike's thumb began to rub across Xander's bottom lip. Xander fought the urge to pull his lip back. What is he up to? Xander thought. Why doesn't he just get this over with?
Xander swallowed. His throat was a little dry. Xander nodded to Spike. Spike removed his thumb from Xander's lip and then pointed it to a wet bar to the right,
"There's a mini-fridge on the other side," Spike said. "Be a pet and go get a couple of beers."
Xander blinked again.
"Move," Spike ordered.
Xander shifted his focus from Spike then looked at the wet bar. It was about ten steps away. I can do this, Xander thought. Hell, I'm a Harris. I should be able to stumble to a fridge full of beer even if I'm dead.
Once again silent puffs of air bubbled out of Xander. I am a dead man, Xander thought as he began to make his way to the bar.
Xander heard Spike move behind him. Xander didn't stop to turn around to watch. Xander remained focused. He'd been ordered to get two beers and that's what he would do.
The small black fridge was behind the bar as Spike said. Xander bent down and opened it. Four kinds of beer were inside.
What kind does he want? Xander thought. There's so many....so many different kinds. There's so many bottles. There's so many flavors! There's bold and vibrant, mild and sweet, bitter and....
Xander stopped his frenzied thoughts and stood up. Xander looked at Spike. Xander's new master was sitting comfortably in a large black leather chair. He was watching Xander.
"Grab anything, pet," Spike said.
Xander looked bent back down and looked in the fridge. Xander took a deep breath. Grab anything? Xander thought. Too bad there's not a stake in here...or even a steak...or both. One for me..one for you....one for green...one for blue...
Again Xander stopped his thoughts. Hysteria was waiting in the wings.
I wonder part part of me Spike will touch if I just collapse in the corner and start drooling? Xander thought as hysteria put a toe out on stage. Xander shuddered at the possiblities.
Right! No drooling, Xander thought and quickly grabbed the first two bottles he could reach. Xander slammed the door shut and stood up. He looked at Spike.
Spike motioned, "C'mere," with his finger. Xander shuffled out from behind the bar and moved toward Spike. When Xander was in front of Spike, the vampire pointed down.
Xander started to put the bottles on the floor.
"No," Spike said. "Kneel on the floor."
Oh great, Xander thought as he went down on his knees, butt on heels, in front of Spike. Make me beg. How very Angelus of you, Spike.
"Knees wide a part," Spike ordered. Xander frowned. Spike slid a foot between Xander's knees and began nudging them open.
"Unless ordered otherwise, always show what's mine," Spike said.
On display again, Xander thought bitterly as he opened his legs wide so his cock was exposed. Spike slid his foot forward and used the toe of his boot to gently lift and rub Xander's balls. Then Spike moved his toe to lift Xander's penis.
"This is mine," Spike said.
Then take it and let me be, Xander thought angrily. Really, I have no more use for it.
Xander held out the two beers to Spike.
"Open 'em," Spike ordered.
Xander went to stand up to look for a bottle opener but pressure on this groin stopped him.
"They twist open," Spike said. Xander nodded and put one beer on the floor before twisting open the other bottle and offering it to Spike.
Spike took the open bottle and withdrew his foot. Xander twisted the cap off the other bottle and offered it to Spike.
"No," Spike said. "That's yours."
Xander blinked. Spike's giving me a beer?
"Ya said you were thirsty," Spike said.
OK, Xander thought. Me having a beer with Spike while my Fred and Rogers are hanging out on display. This is getting beyond the Twilight Zone, past the Outer Limits and heading straight for The Rocky Horror Show.
Spike cleared his throat. Xander looked at Spike. The blond vampire was holding the brown bottle of beer to his lips and arching an eyebrow.
Xander slowly raised his own bottle. The smell of hops and alcohol wafted up out of the bottle neck and Xander inhaled. How long had it been since he'd had a beer? Xander thought. How long had it been since he'd had anything but water and the sweet gruel the Azora had fed him?
Xander's mouth watered and he tentatively put the tip of the bottle to his lips. Slowly Xander tilted the bottle up and let the cold liquid spill down the neck and out into Xander's open mouth. Xander's eyes watered as the beer both burned, tingled and sweetened his mouth. Xander swallowed and felt the warm burn all the way to his stomach.
"Good, eh?" Spike asked then took a drink from his own bottle.
Xander nodded then took another drink.
"Long time since ya had a beer?" Spike asked before taking a long swig.
Xander nodded again. Spike grinned and the settled his beer bottle on his knee. Spike watched silently as Xander continued to sip his beer. Xander didn't rush to drink his beer nor did he nurse it. Every swallow seemed to be an art in appreciation, like drinking a beer was something Xander didn't want to take for granted.
Well, Xander thought as he drank his beer and watched Spike watching him. I guess as final requests that weren't...this is isn't too bad. Who knew Spike had it in him?
"I'd a had ya get us a whiskey," Spike said softly as Xander swallowed the last of his beer, "but I wasn't sure ya could take it right now."
How am I supposed to respond to that? Xander thought as he shrugged and put down his empty bottle.
Spike leaned forward and held out the rest of his beer to Xander. Xander shook his head. He could already start to feel the effect of the first beer.
"Wasn't an offer," Spike said.
Xander blinked then reached for Spike's bottle.
"No," Spike said as he withdrew it. "I'll hold the beer, you drink."
Xander sighed then leaned forward. Spike tilted the beer to Xander's lips. Slowly a little liquid spilled out and Xander swallowed. Spike smiled and continued to slowly tilt the beer. Xander swallowed again.
"You eat and drink at my leisure," Spike said.
Do I piss and shi....
Xander started to cough as cold burning liquid went down the wrong pipe. Spike quickly pulled the bottle away from Xander's mouth and watched Xander cough a few more times.
"You OK?" Spike asked.
Xander looked at Spike. Is there anything OK about this? Xander silently accused as he shrugged.
"Pet," Spike growled, "I asked if you are OK and I expect a 'yes' or 'no' answer."
Xander took a deep breath then let it out. He nodded.
"Good," Spike said. "Let's try this again. This time focus on what you were supposed to be doing."
Once again Xander leaned forward and Spike put the bottle to Xander's lips. Once again Spike tilted the bottle slowly and Xander began to drink. This time Xander kept a lid on his wandering thoughts. Xander kept his focus on Spike. The beer went down the correct pipe.
By the time Xander had finished the second beer he was dizzy and flushed. Spike put the bottle down beside the chair and stood up. Xander watched him.
Spike held a hand out to his kneeling pet. "Up," Spike ordered.
Xander tried to ignore the offered hand and stand on his own. The effect of the beer and the prone position took their toll and Xander fell back down in an inelegant heap.
"Take the hand, git," Spike growled.
Xander reached up his hand and grasped Spike's. Spike's hand was cool and strong. Xander easily got to his feet with the help of the master vampire. Once again Spike's blue eyes locked with Xander's brown. Spike arched an eyebrow and Xander shrugged.
"Move back to the window where I found you," Spike ordered as he let go of Xander's hand. Xander moved to where he'd been standing earlier. Gratefully, Xander turned back to look out the windows.
"'S good, pet," Spike said as he move behind Xander. And he is my pet, Spike thought.
"What do you see? Spike whispered in Xander's right ear. Then thought, Bollocks that was a stupid question!
A chill raced down Xander's spine. How can I answer that? Xander thought. Now what's his game?
"Ya see the lights?" Spike asked as he rested his hands on Xander's shoulders. Better, Spike thought.
Xander nodded.
"How about you?" Spike whispered. "Do you see yourself?"
Xander frowned and looked. He saw the lights and the promise of a world beyond doors and walls. Xander shook his head.
"Look again," Spike said as he slipped his left arm around Xander's waist. "Look at yer reflection."
Xander stiffened. This is it, Xander though as he looked at the window. This time Xander didn't focus on the light.
"Relax," Spike whispered in Xander's ear.
Xander swallowed. He could see an image in the window. There was a pale naked man with shoulder length hair and dark eyes. The man was tall, broad and lean with well defined muscles in his arms, legs and abs. The man looked tense and his cheeks were flushed with drink, fear and shame.
"Do you see yourself now?" Spike asked as his lips brushed against Xander's earlobe. Gonna make him mine, Spike thought.
Xander started to shack his head,"No," then realized the image of the man he was looking at was him. Xander was the pale naked man.
Xander nodded his head slowly.
"That's what I saw when I walked in, pet," Spike whispered. "As I said, nice view."
I like the lights better, Xander thought.
Spike rested his chin on Xander's shoulder. "Yer pretty,pet."
Xander shook his head as best he could.
"Don't argue," Spike said and kissed Xander's neck. Xander's scent and flavor were calling to Spike. The aftertaste of his dinner still tainted his mouth and Xander promised pure sweet blood. "Thought you were a nummy treat when Angel offered ya to me all those years ago...but now?"
Spike slid another arm around Xander and began to stroke a line from Xander's left nipple down to his crotch. Xander started to tremble. First mark you my Pet, Spike thought, and then I'll get you to agree to my Claim.
I love you Willow, Xander thought as he closed his eyes.
"Keep'em open," Spike whispered and kissed Xander's neck again. Spike grew hungrier for Xander. "Keep watching. This is a special occasion."
Xander wanted to defy Spike, but he didn't want to make whatever was about to happen worse. Xander just wanted it done. He was tired of hanging on to himself in a life in which he no longer had a say.
Xander opened his eyes to watch the pale naked man in the window tremble while invisible lips were caressing his cheek and invisible hands were exploring the rest of his flesh.
"So yummy," Spike murmured against Xander's skin. NOW, Spike's demon demanded.
Suddenly a searing ripping pain raced down Xander's neck. Xander's mouth opened wide but the room was silent except for the snarling sound of Spike feasting on Xander.
Xander could feel Spike pulling blood out of Xander's body even as he watched some of it escape and make its way down his chest. A bloody path slid down Xander's neck, flowed over his nipple and dripped down to pool against an invisible arm. Looks like it's agonizing torture before brutal death, Xander thought distantly.
"Fuck! So bloody fucking, good, Pet!!!! So sweet!" Spike said as he briefly lifted his mouth from Xander's neck.
Bastard! Some remaining part of the White Knight in Xander screamed and Xander began to struggle against Spike. The beer wasn't some kind of gesture. It was all just some sick bloody cocktail!
Spike's grip on Xander tightened before Spike returned to sucking greedily at Xander's torn and bleeding neck. Xander began to weaken quickly. The beer and the blood loss were a lethal combination.
Lethal combination, Xander's remaining consciousness laughed then began to cry, Oh Ghod! Willow! Faith! Da..."
Xander suddenly sagged unconscious in Spike's arms. Spike lapped at Xander's neck. He was heady with the taste and scent of Xander. Spike reveled in his prey's submission. Spike almost regretted giving Xander the beer. The alcohol was distracting from the cinnamon cedar taste that was Xander.
Spike nuzzled and lapped away at the sweet blood but some nagging thought kept trying to alert him to something. Spike pulled his lips away from Xander and tried to focus. Xander's blood and scent were surrounding him, so was the sound of Xander's breathing. However, it was the sound of Xander's pounding heart that finally commanded Spike's attention.
Bloody hell! Spike thought as he realized Xander's heartbeat was slowing even as it pulsed more of the sweet treat out toward Spike. Spike's demon howled and struggled. Spike wanted it all!
"LORNE!" Spike roared before his need overcame his sense and he once again lowered his head to feast on his sweet, sweet pet.
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Date: 2007-05-09 08:21 pm (UTC)Can't wait to see what happens next!
thank you
Date: 2007-05-10 03:32 pm (UTC)sr
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Date: 2007-05-09 08:39 pm (UTC)You keep this very interesting!
Thanks for another great chapter!
thank you
Date: 2007-05-10 03:33 pm (UTC)And as for Spike's plans...oh...he does NOT want to kill or turn Xander. He needs Xander very much alive.
Glad you are enjoying it.
sr
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Date: 2007-05-09 08:46 pm (UTC)thank you
Date: 2007-05-10 03:34 pm (UTC)Chap 4 is up and chap 5 should be up tonight or tomorrow.
sr
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Date: 2007-05-09 09:18 pm (UTC)*HUGS*
You rock grrrl !!! ^_^
*blush* Thank you
Date: 2007-05-10 03:34 pm (UTC)sr
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Date: 2007-05-09 09:31 pm (UTC)Fantastically good!
Lucie
*blush* Thank you very much
Date: 2007-05-10 03:37 pm (UTC)I take that as a very high compliment indeed! Thank you.
Anyway...chap 4 is up now and chap 5 should be out tonight or tomorrow.
sr
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Date: 2007-05-09 09:51 pm (UTC)This is getting beyond the Twilight Zone, past the Outer Limits and heading straight for The Rocky Horror Show. It's just a jump to the left... *g*
Poor Xander - all confused about what Spike expects of him having been trained for one set of demon rules and now thrown into another set of expectations.
Oh Ghod! Willow! Faith! Da..." Could that be Dawn?
Glad that you're able to update this fairly regularly. Definitely looking forward to more.
Shakatany
Thank you...
Date: 2007-05-10 03:39 pm (UTC)*giggle* You know it took me forever to figure out that end of that line! Never thought I'd thank God for thinking of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. LOL
I can neither confirm or deny that. >;)
I'm updating more regularly than I though I would! LOL Anyway...chap 4 is up now and 5 should be up tonight or tomorrow.
sr
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Date: 2007-05-09 10:00 pm (UTC)This is wonderfully twisted and confusing, I love it.
Thank you
Date: 2007-05-10 03:41 pm (UTC)Yep...lots of twists and back story to reveal. Gotta keep it interesting for ya all but not give too much away. Unraveling the plot, IMHO, needs to be like a good strip tease...slow and tantalizing. It's not about what yer gonna see so much as how it gets revealed. :)
sr
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Date: 2007-05-09 10:25 pm (UTC)This is sooooooo interesting.
Looking forward to more.
LOL
Date: 2007-05-10 03:42 pm (UTC)Chap 4 is up and chap 5 will be up tonight or tomorrow.
sr
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Date: 2007-05-09 11:45 pm (UTC)Yer welcome.
Date: 2007-05-10 03:42 pm (UTC)sr
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Date: 2007-05-10 12:03 am (UTC)Thank you
Date: 2007-05-10 03:44 pm (UTC)Anyway..chap 4 is up and chap 5 will be up by tonight or tomorrow.
sr
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Date: 2007-05-11 04:51 am (UTC)Oh! New story by Lit Gal?! *runs to investigate*
And yay for Chapter 4! I can't wait to read it! Must go do so now!
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Date: 2007-05-10 01:40 am (UTC)Thank you
Date: 2007-05-10 03:46 pm (UTC)Xan's hanging by a thread...but he's still there.
Chap 4 is up and chap 5 will be up tonight or tomorrow.
sr
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Date: 2007-05-10 01:48 am (UTC)thank you
Date: 2007-05-10 03:49 pm (UTC)Yep...Spike and his plans. Poor Xander. He's really became the Golden Egg to Spike. Xan's the unexpected bonus that Spike plans to put to use. Of course..we are talking about Spike...and we know about him and his plans.
:)
sr
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:25 am (UTC)thank you
Date: 2007-05-10 03:56 pm (UTC)Yep...poor Lorne. Lemon drop has lots up his sleeve. :)
sr
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Date: 2007-05-10 06:28 am (UTC)thank you
Date: 2007-05-10 03:55 pm (UTC)sr
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Date: 2007-05-12 01:49 pm (UTC)Great chapter, love. Really liked that Xander's been so conditioned that he didn't even see his own reflection until Spike pointed it out.
But that last bit - eek! What the hell is Spike up to.
So glad I can rush off to the next part right now..
*smile*
Date: 2007-05-13 05:06 pm (UTC)Yeah...Xander's really been conditioned to just be a 'bottle.' He really is hanging on by a thread.
sr
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Date: 2007-05-13 06:22 am (UTC)So glad there is more to go look at immediately.
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Date: 2007-05-13 05:08 pm (UTC)sr
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Date: 2007-05-26 04:19 am (UTC)Real smart, Darsy, loving a fandom like BtVS when you have a blood squick!Still, loved the chapter, which is really saying something given my propensities.I really liked Xander's realization at his own reflection in particular. The lead-up to it was fantastic--Spike's comment (then the mirror back of it as Xander looks at his mirror image) and the hints at how 'bottles' must keep fit.
My only nitpick is that sometimes the character doing some sort of action... how do I explain this right? It's like their name is repeated so much (rather than 'he' or 'the vampire' or 'the young man' etc) that it takes me out of the story.
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Date: 2007-05-26 02:24 pm (UTC)I haven't posted my beta versions of the chapters (slashpuppy was on hiatus for a bit). I'll be posting them as soon as I can now. Usually my beta cleans up those spots you talk about...
I hope it won't put you off from reading the rest of the story...or the blood squick. :)
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