Access All Areas, Chapter Nine.
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curiouswombatBeneath the cut is the next chapter of 'Access All Areas',
Chapter Nine,
2,500ish words
Chapter rated R, but over-all NC17.
Spike & Dawn.
Previous chapters are in Memories
‘Sometimes,’ Dawn thought, ‘Spike can be as difficult to turn around and aim in a new direction as a super-tanker. Concussed, pissed off, Vengeance!Spike is a bit like a super-tanker on a sea of molasses.’
It had taken her quite a while to convince him that to use her Key power to form a portal to safety was the best idea, and to acquire enough blood to make a large enough portal would require him to bite her seriously – a fang-prick in the finger would not be adequate.
“I think it’d be best to go back to the hotel room,” she said out loud. “Even though they probably know where that is, it’ll take them a while to figure that we’ve gone, and I don’t want to go home, or to the Council building ‘cause I want my note-books and my phone back. So I do want us to come back as soon as I’ve let Giles know, and probably get Jarmila and Milan to help.”
“I’ll come back,” said Spike. “I’ll be fine soon, but you won’t. Don’t know if I want a Slayer around me then, though.”
“Okay, okay, whatever, but let’s get out first, please!” Dawn urged. “Did you leave the curtains shut? If it’s later than we think the maid might have been in and opened them – I’ll aim for the bathroom.”
“Still think if we are going to do this we should get you as far away as possible and home to a doctor or something,” Spike argued.
“No, no, I want my books and things!” Dawn insisted. “Now can we just get on with this? I can hear people moving upstairs, and if you can’t your head is more damaged than I thought. I’ll need to take some deep breaths, to focus myself, and then I want you to slit my wrist so that there will be enough blood to form the portal!”
She closed her eyes, and took a few deep breaths, then opened them again and looked hard at Spike, daring him to argue any more.
She held her left hand out towards him, and he took it somewhat reluctantly, but then he looked her straight in her eyes, lifted it to his mouth, and gently kissed the pulse point at the wrist, before sliding into his vampiric mode.
She thought he was kissing it again, she felt only the slightest of touches, but suddenly his lips were covered in crimson, and her blood was flowing freely.
Dawn had a fleeting thought that this touch was still sensuous and the jumble of thoughts from the first night in Prague crowded back. She tried to focus on the blood, where Spike had now left it to run free and, just as she began the slow rhythmic incantation that Willow and Mhairi had taught her to open the portal, she was suddenly interrupted by loud noises above her head.
She made a split second decision. This might be a rescue mission; but, as she gathered that Spike hadn’t told anyone that she trusted where he thought she was, it could well be more trouble. She took another deep breath, focused herself again, and recommenced her chant, using the free flowing blood to begin to trace out a large circle in the air in front of her.
The noises above her head made it difficult to concentrate. It sounded a bit like the noises when Spike had attempted to rescue her, but with more thumping, and a lot more gunshots. The blood was not staying properly suspended in the air, as it should, but was running back along her arm.
Glancing sideways Dawn could see Spike looking as if he was ready to spring at the door if anyone opened it, fangs still bared, her blood dripping down from the side of his mouth. She forced herself to ignore everything but the words and the inner power, and slowly the circle of blood held.
“Come on!” she said urgently as the portal shimmered into existence and she could see the vague outlines of the hotel bathroom through it.
Spike took a couple of steps towards her, then stopped and stiffened. “Come on!” Dawn pleaded, and finally Spike reached the portal, still shaking his head slightly.
There was a slight moment of confusion as to who should step through first and then Spike scooped Dawn up and put her through right in front of him.
As she landed on the floor of the bathroom Dawn twisted around and began to close the portal by scooping up the blood that formed its boundary in her hand, even as fresh blood was streaming down her arm from the opened vein. Just as the portal closed completely she saw the door to her basement prison begin to open.
She was just about to tell Spike what she had seen, when he suddenly spluttered “What the fucking hell...!” and started to lurch forward into the bedroom where fortunately the light was still being filtered through the curtains.
Spike moved quickly into the bedroom, or at least quickly for someone with concussion and a major gunshot wound in his chest, yelling “What the fuck are you up to?”
Realising that there must be someone in the room she did not immediately follow him but grabbed a bath towel, wrapped a corner around her wrist, and held the rest of it in front of her. There was a bright flash in the bedroom and sounds of someone moving hurriedly. As Dawn looked out of the bedroom door there was a man just wrenching the room door open and Spike, clutching a hand to his eyes, was trying to stagger after him.
The man who was escaping was rather gaunt, with thinning grey hair, and looked vaguely familiar to Dawn. He had an open briefcase in his hand and had dropped a book on the floor in his hurry. Dawn didn’t think he had even noticed her.
Spike reached the door just as the man tried to pull it closed behind him. He pulled hard at the door handle to stop it closing, then fell backwards as the man obviously let go on the other side. Cursing loudly Spike got to his feet again, and followed the man out into the corridor, but Dawn called him back.
She felt weak, and sat down hard on the edge of the bed, beginning to sob hysterically. Spike must have heard her, because he came back into the room, closing the door behind him and immediately dropped onto the bed beside her and held her close, soothing her until she stopped sobbing and was just hiccupping and catching her breath.
The bath towel was covered in blood, where her wrist was still bleeding, and she caught sight of her bruised face and body in the mirror. She couldn’t form any coherent thoughts, let alone express them, but held the wrist up towards Spike. He licked the wound and then looked around the room, keeping one hand in contact with Dawn, and pulled a clean T-shirt from his own bag. He ripped it with his teeth to form a make-shift bandage, which he wrapped very tightly around the wrist, pressing down on the area where the wound was.
“It’ll close okay, I reckon,” he said, “I slit it by about an inch along the vein, but it’s neat and you heal quick.”
Dawn had wondered in the past why vampire saliva should be able to stop bleeding – it was more an anticoagulant than anything – but it was one of those ‘things’ about vampires, like mirrors and invitations. This was not a tiny puncture wound, though, and so she hoped that ‘the magic’ would work.
Suddenly she just didn’t know what to do next. “Who – what – was that?” she managed to ask.
“Dunno. He was going through the drawers, and he was putting books and things in his bag.” Spike answered. “Magician or something, though, he made a hell of a bloody flash with one word and a snap of his fingers. Blinded me for a minute. Should’ve let me chase him though, pet, got your stuff back.”
Dawn started to laugh. It was verging on the hysterical. Spike looked at her, worriedly.
Eventually she managed to form words. “I wish you could see yourself in a mirror. Your shirt’s covered in blood, and so’s your hair, and you couldn’t see properly – you could’ve gone into sunlight without seeing it. And how would we explain the blood and the hole in your chest and things to a maid or someone?”
Spike looked at her, somewhat dolefully. “I’d have thought of something.” He paused. “Dunno what, though,” he continued, with a slight smile.
Then he shook himself slightly. “Got to get you cleaned up, love, and me I guess – come on.”
He scooped her up, still wearing only her jumper with the bath towel loosely draped over her, and went to carry her into the bathroom.
“No!” Dawn said. “I must tell Giles first.”
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The phone call to Giles was somewhat confused. He was very worried about Dawn’s physical state; although she tried to play it down he simply asked to have a word with Spike, requesting his opinion of Dawn’s injuries. Spike said, honestly, that she was black and blue, didn’t seem to have any broken bones, but was probably still slightly concussed.
Dawn pointed out that Spike, in coming to save her, was more injured than she was, even though he would heal.
Dawn mentioned that they had injected her with stuff that was supposed to make her weak, but really didn’t have much effect. Giles wanted her home immediately to do blood tests, and ‘Hmm’ed a lot because ‘it might be, no it couldn’t be, why would they, how would they?’ which made very little sense to Dawn.
Then she mentioned the man in their room when she had opened the portal. He had used magic to blind Spike briefly, he was taking books, not ‘valuables’ and he looked vaguely familiar.
As Giles asked for a description she suddenly knew where she had seen him before. “It was the guy who turned me into a witch!” she exclaimed. “Remember – that Halloween when Buffy turned into a genteel historical ladyship, Willow was all ghosty, and I was a witch with a flying broomstick and warts. It was that guy!”
“Oh my goodness! Oh, it couldn’t be! Are you quite sure, dear girl?” Giles spluttered, and she could feel the polishing of glasses down the phone.
“Who? What?” Spike was asking beside her, trying to listen to what Giles was saying, his head against hers, and the phone between them.
“Ethan Rayne!” Giles said.
“Bloody Hell!” said Spike, “The git who turned you into a Fyarl Demon!”
“The very same,” Giles confirmed. “The last I saw of him he was being detained by the American military. They have obviously released him. They can keep Afghan peasants shut up in Guantanamo Bay for twelve years, but someone who is a real threat to world order they let out!
“It would explain the injections meant to weaken you, if Ethan is involved, and they think that you are a Slayer. I think it most likely that it will do you no harm…”
He was interrupted by Spike, “Something that’s meant to clobber a Slayer and you reckon it’ll do her no harm? ‘S like saying an elephant gun won’t hurt a bloody gazelle ‘cos it’s the wrong species!”
Distractedly Dawn thought that she rather liked the idea of being a gazelle; but Giles was continuing.
“Calm down, Spike. It is likely to be the substance that was used at The Cruciamentum, which was…”
“Yeah, yeah, I know what that was, that’s why…”
“Yes, well, it is a fairly innocuous herbal mixture to normal humans. It is the exact proportions and the incantations which make it into a form of ‘demon sedative’ to simply stop the part of the Slayer which is derived originally from the demonic being able to function. If Dawn has no demonic component then it would have no effect. Hmm.
“This”, Giles continued slowly, “would seem to confirm that The Key is not demonic in origin. Fascinating.”
Spike took control of the phone. “Yeah, yeah, but there’s more. We got out to the sounds of major fighting above our heads. There was shooting, and blood, lots of blood. Believe me. And there was a Slayer.”
Both Dawn and Giles said “What?” simultaneously.
“Slayer. You know. Female, young, dangerous to vampires. There was a bloody Slayer. She was coming down the stairs as Dawn got the portal open. And I’m bloody sure it wasn’t Jarmila.”
“Oh my goodness!” Giles said again, slightly faintly.
“Shi-it!” said Dawn. “The door was just opening as I closed the portal. If that was a rogue Slayer I’m glad I got you out in time, Spike!”
“There is an awful lot going on,” Giles said eventually, as he tried to make sense of everything they were telling him. “I think I must fly straight out, and bring Willow if there is magic involved.
“In the meantime you should contact Milan. He will doubtless know of the best medical help under the current circumstances, and until Spike is fully healed he had better get Jarmila to safe-guard you.
“I will get a flight sorted out as soon as possible. And Spike? I cannot thank you enough for saving Dawn as you did.”
Spike squirmed slightly. Rupert might not feel as if he, Spike, had done such a good job when he got to hear the whole story!
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The ’BtVS’ characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only and all rights remain with Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the writers of the original episodes, and the TV and production companies responsible for the original television shows. BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER ©2002 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation. All Rights Reserved. The Buffy the Vampire Slayer trademark is used without express permission from Fox.
Feed-back is gratefully appreciated - who am I kidding? Craved is a better word!
In other news, I am watching a very odd TV programme about breeding programmes for endangered species - imagine being an expert at persuading elephants to ejaculate into condoms!
Also - Daughter-dear is in Berlin this week, with a group of other history students - I am hoping for photos!
Chapter Nine,
2,500ish words
Chapter rated R, but over-all NC17.
Spike & Dawn.
Previous chapters are in Memories
‘Sometimes,’ Dawn thought, ‘Spike can be as difficult to turn around and aim in a new direction as a super-tanker. Concussed, pissed off, Vengeance!Spike is a bit like a super-tanker on a sea of molasses.’
It had taken her quite a while to convince him that to use her Key power to form a portal to safety was the best idea, and to acquire enough blood to make a large enough portal would require him to bite her seriously – a fang-prick in the finger would not be adequate.
“I think it’d be best to go back to the hotel room,” she said out loud. “Even though they probably know where that is, it’ll take them a while to figure that we’ve gone, and I don’t want to go home, or to the Council building ‘cause I want my note-books and my phone back. So I do want us to come back as soon as I’ve let Giles know, and probably get Jarmila and Milan to help.”
“I’ll come back,” said Spike. “I’ll be fine soon, but you won’t. Don’t know if I want a Slayer around me then, though.”
“Okay, okay, whatever, but let’s get out first, please!” Dawn urged. “Did you leave the curtains shut? If it’s later than we think the maid might have been in and opened them – I’ll aim for the bathroom.”
“Still think if we are going to do this we should get you as far away as possible and home to a doctor or something,” Spike argued.
“No, no, I want my books and things!” Dawn insisted. “Now can we just get on with this? I can hear people moving upstairs, and if you can’t your head is more damaged than I thought. I’ll need to take some deep breaths, to focus myself, and then I want you to slit my wrist so that there will be enough blood to form the portal!”
She closed her eyes, and took a few deep breaths, then opened them again and looked hard at Spike, daring him to argue any more.
She held her left hand out towards him, and he took it somewhat reluctantly, but then he looked her straight in her eyes, lifted it to his mouth, and gently kissed the pulse point at the wrist, before sliding into his vampiric mode.
She thought he was kissing it again, she felt only the slightest of touches, but suddenly his lips were covered in crimson, and her blood was flowing freely.
Dawn had a fleeting thought that this touch was still sensuous and the jumble of thoughts from the first night in Prague crowded back. She tried to focus on the blood, where Spike had now left it to run free and, just as she began the slow rhythmic incantation that Willow and Mhairi had taught her to open the portal, she was suddenly interrupted by loud noises above her head.
She made a split second decision. This might be a rescue mission; but, as she gathered that Spike hadn’t told anyone that she trusted where he thought she was, it could well be more trouble. She took another deep breath, focused herself again, and recommenced her chant, using the free flowing blood to begin to trace out a large circle in the air in front of her.
The noises above her head made it difficult to concentrate. It sounded a bit like the noises when Spike had attempted to rescue her, but with more thumping, and a lot more gunshots. The blood was not staying properly suspended in the air, as it should, but was running back along her arm.
Glancing sideways Dawn could see Spike looking as if he was ready to spring at the door if anyone opened it, fangs still bared, her blood dripping down from the side of his mouth. She forced herself to ignore everything but the words and the inner power, and slowly the circle of blood held.
“Come on!” she said urgently as the portal shimmered into existence and she could see the vague outlines of the hotel bathroom through it.
Spike took a couple of steps towards her, then stopped and stiffened. “Come on!” Dawn pleaded, and finally Spike reached the portal, still shaking his head slightly.
There was a slight moment of confusion as to who should step through first and then Spike scooped Dawn up and put her through right in front of him.
As she landed on the floor of the bathroom Dawn twisted around and began to close the portal by scooping up the blood that formed its boundary in her hand, even as fresh blood was streaming down her arm from the opened vein. Just as the portal closed completely she saw the door to her basement prison begin to open.
She was just about to tell Spike what she had seen, when he suddenly spluttered “What the fucking hell...!” and started to lurch forward into the bedroom where fortunately the light was still being filtered through the curtains.
Spike moved quickly into the bedroom, or at least quickly for someone with concussion and a major gunshot wound in his chest, yelling “What the fuck are you up to?”
Realising that there must be someone in the room she did not immediately follow him but grabbed a bath towel, wrapped a corner around her wrist, and held the rest of it in front of her. There was a bright flash in the bedroom and sounds of someone moving hurriedly. As Dawn looked out of the bedroom door there was a man just wrenching the room door open and Spike, clutching a hand to his eyes, was trying to stagger after him.
The man who was escaping was rather gaunt, with thinning grey hair, and looked vaguely familiar to Dawn. He had an open briefcase in his hand and had dropped a book on the floor in his hurry. Dawn didn’t think he had even noticed her.
Spike reached the door just as the man tried to pull it closed behind him. He pulled hard at the door handle to stop it closing, then fell backwards as the man obviously let go on the other side. Cursing loudly Spike got to his feet again, and followed the man out into the corridor, but Dawn called him back.
She felt weak, and sat down hard on the edge of the bed, beginning to sob hysterically. Spike must have heard her, because he came back into the room, closing the door behind him and immediately dropped onto the bed beside her and held her close, soothing her until she stopped sobbing and was just hiccupping and catching her breath.
The bath towel was covered in blood, where her wrist was still bleeding, and she caught sight of her bruised face and body in the mirror. She couldn’t form any coherent thoughts, let alone express them, but held the wrist up towards Spike. He licked the wound and then looked around the room, keeping one hand in contact with Dawn, and pulled a clean T-shirt from his own bag. He ripped it with his teeth to form a make-shift bandage, which he wrapped very tightly around the wrist, pressing down on the area where the wound was.
“It’ll close okay, I reckon,” he said, “I slit it by about an inch along the vein, but it’s neat and you heal quick.”
Dawn had wondered in the past why vampire saliva should be able to stop bleeding – it was more an anticoagulant than anything – but it was one of those ‘things’ about vampires, like mirrors and invitations. This was not a tiny puncture wound, though, and so she hoped that ‘the magic’ would work.
Suddenly she just didn’t know what to do next. “Who – what – was that?” she managed to ask.
“Dunno. He was going through the drawers, and he was putting books and things in his bag.” Spike answered. “Magician or something, though, he made a hell of a bloody flash with one word and a snap of his fingers. Blinded me for a minute. Should’ve let me chase him though, pet, got your stuff back.”
Dawn started to laugh. It was verging on the hysterical. Spike looked at her, worriedly.
Eventually she managed to form words. “I wish you could see yourself in a mirror. Your shirt’s covered in blood, and so’s your hair, and you couldn’t see properly – you could’ve gone into sunlight without seeing it. And how would we explain the blood and the hole in your chest and things to a maid or someone?”
Spike looked at her, somewhat dolefully. “I’d have thought of something.” He paused. “Dunno what, though,” he continued, with a slight smile.
Then he shook himself slightly. “Got to get you cleaned up, love, and me I guess – come on.”
He scooped her up, still wearing only her jumper with the bath towel loosely draped over her, and went to carry her into the bathroom.
“No!” Dawn said. “I must tell Giles first.”
…………….
The phone call to Giles was somewhat confused. He was very worried about Dawn’s physical state; although she tried to play it down he simply asked to have a word with Spike, requesting his opinion of Dawn’s injuries. Spike said, honestly, that she was black and blue, didn’t seem to have any broken bones, but was probably still slightly concussed.
Dawn pointed out that Spike, in coming to save her, was more injured than she was, even though he would heal.
Dawn mentioned that they had injected her with stuff that was supposed to make her weak, but really didn’t have much effect. Giles wanted her home immediately to do blood tests, and ‘Hmm’ed a lot because ‘it might be, no it couldn’t be, why would they, how would they?’ which made very little sense to Dawn.
Then she mentioned the man in their room when she had opened the portal. He had used magic to blind Spike briefly, he was taking books, not ‘valuables’ and he looked vaguely familiar.
As Giles asked for a description she suddenly knew where she had seen him before. “It was the guy who turned me into a witch!” she exclaimed. “Remember – that Halloween when Buffy turned into a genteel historical ladyship, Willow was all ghosty, and I was a witch with a flying broomstick and warts. It was that guy!”
“Oh my goodness! Oh, it couldn’t be! Are you quite sure, dear girl?” Giles spluttered, and she could feel the polishing of glasses down the phone.
“Who? What?” Spike was asking beside her, trying to listen to what Giles was saying, his head against hers, and the phone between them.
“Ethan Rayne!” Giles said.
“Bloody Hell!” said Spike, “The git who turned you into a Fyarl Demon!”
“The very same,” Giles confirmed. “The last I saw of him he was being detained by the American military. They have obviously released him. They can keep Afghan peasants shut up in Guantanamo Bay for twelve years, but someone who is a real threat to world order they let out!
“It would explain the injections meant to weaken you, if Ethan is involved, and they think that you are a Slayer. I think it most likely that it will do you no harm…”
He was interrupted by Spike, “Something that’s meant to clobber a Slayer and you reckon it’ll do her no harm? ‘S like saying an elephant gun won’t hurt a bloody gazelle ‘cos it’s the wrong species!”
Distractedly Dawn thought that she rather liked the idea of being a gazelle; but Giles was continuing.
“Calm down, Spike. It is likely to be the substance that was used at The Cruciamentum, which was…”
“Yeah, yeah, I know what that was, that’s why…”
“Yes, well, it is a fairly innocuous herbal mixture to normal humans. It is the exact proportions and the incantations which make it into a form of ‘demon sedative’ to simply stop the part of the Slayer which is derived originally from the demonic being able to function. If Dawn has no demonic component then it would have no effect. Hmm.
“This”, Giles continued slowly, “would seem to confirm that The Key is not demonic in origin. Fascinating.”
Spike took control of the phone. “Yeah, yeah, but there’s more. We got out to the sounds of major fighting above our heads. There was shooting, and blood, lots of blood. Believe me. And there was a Slayer.”
Both Dawn and Giles said “What?” simultaneously.
“Slayer. You know. Female, young, dangerous to vampires. There was a bloody Slayer. She was coming down the stairs as Dawn got the portal open. And I’m bloody sure it wasn’t Jarmila.”
“Oh my goodness!” Giles said again, slightly faintly.
“Shi-it!” said Dawn. “The door was just opening as I closed the portal. If that was a rogue Slayer I’m glad I got you out in time, Spike!”
“There is an awful lot going on,” Giles said eventually, as he tried to make sense of everything they were telling him. “I think I must fly straight out, and bring Willow if there is magic involved.
“In the meantime you should contact Milan. He will doubtless know of the best medical help under the current circumstances, and until Spike is fully healed he had better get Jarmila to safe-guard you.
“I will get a flight sorted out as soon as possible. And Spike? I cannot thank you enough for saving Dawn as you did.”
Spike squirmed slightly. Rupert might not feel as if he, Spike, had done such a good job when he got to hear the whole story!
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The ’BtVS’ characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only and all rights remain with Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the writers of the original episodes, and the TV and production companies responsible for the original television shows. BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER ©2002 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation. All Rights Reserved. The Buffy the Vampire Slayer trademark is used without express permission from Fox.
Feed-back is gratefully appreciated - who am I kidding? Craved is a better word!
In other news, I am watching a very odd TV programme about breeding programmes for endangered species - imagine being an expert at persuading elephants to ejaculate into condoms!
Also - Daughter-dear is in Berlin this week, with a group of other history students - I am hoping for photos!
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Date: 20/03/2007 11:01 pm (UTC)They were training a Killer Whale to ejaculate into a plastic bag - probably beats jumping through hoops for fun....!
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Date: 21/03/2007 12:17 am (UTC)I'm enjoying finding more out about Dawn too. While I was reading TYA I was wondering about how strong she is: I couldn't quite tell if you mean her to be about the same as a fit 20 year old with extra healing powers or if she's stronger than that. Obviously she's not as strong as a slayer.
Giles is a reasonable man, particularly in this series. I understand why Spike might think he failed to some degree in protecting Dawn but given the set up I don't see how he could have done better.
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Date: 21/03/2007 08:45 am (UTC)Thank you.
As for Dawn, I think she is going to have slightly enhanced healing - just as part of the protection for The Key, but otherwise, she obviously has fairly 'fit' genes. I can't see anyone who is sickly and weak being a potential Slayer, as Buffy must have been at some time. However it can't be purely genetic, or Dawn would have automatically been a potential herself, and the series was clear that she wasn't.
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Date: 21/03/2007 06:07 am (UTC)I had totally forgotten that Dawn could open portals, and so their escape took me totally by surprise.
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Date: 21/03/2007 08:48 am (UTC)And aha! I'm glad it took you by surprise - in the nicest possible way.
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Date: 21/03/2007 01:07 pm (UTC)I'm very glad you are enjoying it.
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Date: 22/03/2007 08:47 am (UTC)Access all areas
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Date: 22/03/2007 03:37 pm (UTC)Dawn had wondered in the past why vampire saliva should be able to stop bleeding – it was more an anticoagulant than anything – but it was one of those ‘things’ about vampires, like mirrors and invitations.
I have to say that "Spike's (or Angel's) magical healing spit" is one of those fan-fiction quirks that's never made logical sense to me. Frankly your "it just is" explanation makes the most sense of anything I've read so far! And Hey, if it furthers the plot... :D
So they know about Ethan Rayne and about the rogue slayer... The pieces are coming together!
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Date: 22/03/2007 05:38 pm (UTC)The pieces are starting to come together, but we are probably only about half-way.....
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Date: 23/03/2007 01:35 am (UTC)You really had me on the edge of my seat wondering if they would get away in time before Anna burst in - and to wom she would be a bigger threat, Spike or Dawn? And now Giles knows that Ethan is involved . . . so Giles and Willow into the fray. Yay! Can't wait for the next chapter!
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Date: 23/03/2007 08:51 am (UTC)I can tell you now that Giles is not very pleased that Ethan is involved.
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Date: 28/04/2007 09:58 pm (UTC)As for elephant sperm donations....hum the mind boggles at the methods employed LOL.
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Date: 04/08/2007 09:36 pm (UTC)Very exciting chapter.
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Date: 04/08/2007 10:11 pm (UTC)Thank you so much - and I am so glad you have a few minutes to yourself to read!