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5 drabbles on the topic new for Open_on_sunday
Welcome to Cleveland post-Chosen
It was half a field trip, half a reconnaissance mission. Seven Slayers,
one Watcher, three Watchers in training, one high school Principal. For
a long time they observed the Browns’ stadium in silence from where
they had parked the cars, aware that this was the new center of the
Hellmouth.
“Technically, it’s not new,” Giles felt necessary to precise when one
of them voiced the thought. “The Hellmouth has been there for…”
Faith tuned him out. She didn’t care that it wasn’t new, didn’t care
that she wasn’t the only Slayer standing guard over it. This one was
hers. Period.
Set in the same 'verse as my ficlet If they ever came to Cleveland.
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Sunlight Ats post Home
Something older than life. The reason why life is even possible on this
planet. Why does it feel foreign to him? Is it because he hasn’t felt
the caress of the sun on him for so long? No, it wasn’t that long.
There was the Ring, and also that unforgettable day. So why is standing
in front of this amazing piece of glass and enjoying the warmth so
alien? Wrong?
Could it be because of what he gave up at the same time as he accepted
this? This brand new world isn’t his anymore. Neither is the sun. Or
Connor.
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Hear the Stars
Her Spike was sleeping, and as she watched him, Drusilla had the
feeling that there was something different about him, something new. It
had been there ever since they had left Sunnydale. Ever since he had
allied himself with the Slayer against his own blood.
The wind was telling her, and, because it was louder than the stars, it
was hard to ignore it as she had ignored them. She knew it was the
truth that was being murmured to her, but it didn’t make it any easier.
She watched her knight sleep, knowing already that he wasn’t hers anymore.
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Welcome to the Hellmouth
New town, new school, new friends, new life. Despite knowing that her
mother was determined to keep a tight watch on her, despite being now
one of these ‘divorce kids’ who wouldn’t see her father very often
anymore, despite the attitude of the new principal and the depressing
universality of high school cliques, she couldn’t help the feeling that
she was being offered a fresh start. No more vampires, or demons, or
stakes, or... No more Watcher.
The feeling lasted until the school librarian, smiling and excited like
a kid, placed in front of her a dusty volume entitled ‘Vampyr’.
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Spike
The old nickname, given to him in scorn, had found a second life in his
death. Forgotten the poet, the emphasis was now on the blood, on the
kill. William the Bloody. It had a ring to it, like a title. It would
make humans tremble and low vampires drop their voices to whisper in
awe.
And yet…
And yet, he couldn’t forget the first time he had heard the nickname, and the accompanying laughs.
He needed a new name. Something that would be entirely his, entirely
him. Something as sleek and deadly as the railroad spike in his hand.
Home
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