Poem: You ask why I make my home in the mountain forest by Li Po

You ask why I make my home in the mountain forest by Li Po
English version by Sam Hamill



You ask why I make my home in the mountain forest,
and I smile, and am silent,
and even my soul remains quiet:
it lives in the other world
which no one owns.
The peach trees blossom,
The water flows.

Fic: Ten

Notes: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday: ten

“You’d think a Watcher would be harder to catch. I mean, come on, working out of a school library?”

As Drusilla was wracked by coughs, Spike flew to her side, holding her hand until she’d stilled. Spike turned toward Giles. “That’s where you come in. Dru is sick, some sort of mystical disease. Cure her.”

Giles knew he shouldn’t say it. “And I would help you, why?”

With a flash, Spike grabbed his hand. “Such agile fingers must be very useful to a scholar.” There was a gentle snap. Through a blur of pain, Giles heard, “Ooops, only nine now.”

Fic: Spark

Title: Spark
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Angelus, Willow, Xander
Rating: R / mature
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Warnings/Squicks: non-con, torture
Note: Having trouble with the prompt, I asked myself, “What would Gabrielle write?” I sort of diverged though; I don't believe Gabrielle has ever written a story where Angelus loses control of his victims.
Note: It's possible that my plot was influenced by Shaken Silence's story Violazioni. I don't recall if I wrote this before or after I betaed that tale.

( Although he was moving as silently as only a vampire could, when he stepped into the room Willow sat up. She'd developed an almost uncanny ability to sense him. It would have been unnerving in anyone he considered a threat. )