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curiouswombatFirst a bit of odd pimpage - and by odd I mean unusual. On one occasion only Daughter-dear did a bit of fanfic - well actually it is an original character point of view in the Buffyverse - it is a one to two page first person on 'being a Slayer' - and my husband has put it on his LJ - ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
speakr2customrs earlier this evening - and it is good fun, and very well written, especially as she was only 15 when she wrote it. Really do recommend it for a quick and amusing read! She gets her sense of humour from her Father!
Now for the ME stuff (as in myself, I, rather than Mutant Enemy! Although there again - both I suppose!)
Ten Years After - Chapter 4 is
It was a couple of days before Dawn made contact with Angel; she couldn’t quite make her mind up – phone or e-mail – or what to say. She decided that she would wait until the lab results on her tissue samples were ready. The morning came when Giles called her into his inner sanctum and told her that the best brains in demonic physiology and related sciences had concluded that the samples came from a being that was either immortal or ageing so slowly that it was imperceptible.
Although it was the result Dawn had expected it still upset her. At least Giles could understand why and did not try and tell her how wonderful it was. Wonderful to watch your friends all grow old and die; to know, even with new young ones, it would be the same? Not only friends, but lovers – and how could a relationship continue as one became old enough to be the other one’s grandparent?
She would never be able put down roots and stay in one place because, after a while, people would start to comment. Even in this century surgery could only hold back the years for a finite time; to really defy age would still be suspicious.
Dawn almost understood why The Great Wanker, his Immortalness, could be so unlikeable and, perhaps, why he led the life he did; never being very serious about anything. But there was no way she was going to seek him out for advice.
She rang Angel Investigations in the end. She had wondered whether it would be best to ring during L.A.’s daytime or night time, what with Angel being a vampire, and had finally gone for about 8.00am in California.
The phone was answered by a female voice, who explained that Angel was ‘out’ and identified herself as Nina – could she help?
“I hope so,” Dawn answered. “I’m ringing from England, from The Watchers’ Council – you know? I’m trying to find contact details for someone called Spike.”
“Well yes,” Nina came back, “I have heard of your organisation, but I don’t think I can help you on this.”
‘Don’t think you can, or don’t think you will?’ Dawn thought.
Out loud she said “You do know who I mean though, don’t you? He’s a vampire and, like, he used to work with Angel a few years back, uh, and he’s known Angel for years.
"You see this is more of a personal thing than a Council thing – it’s just that I knew him really well when I was a kid – in Sunnydale. You heard about Sunnydale? Well Spike was like a... sort of big brother figure for me, and there’s something... kinda major going on in my life right now, and I’d just really, really like Spike to know about it.”
“Yes, I do know who Spike is, only I don’t actually know where he is, Miss, em, Miss who?” Nina asked.
“Dawn, my name is Dawn,” Dawn replied, thinking it better not to mention Summers in case Nina thought she was trying to contact Spike, or even Angel, on Buffy’s behalf.
“Angel might remember me; although I was only a kid when he was around. I could wait and call back later when he’s available if you like, if you think he might know where I can contact Spike.”
“He won’t know any more than I do," Nina answered. “Spike doesn’t exactly keep in regular touch with Angel.”
“Oh gee,” Dawn said, emphasising her Californian accent, which was somewhat faded after her time in the UK, ‘I so wanted him around for my big … I mean I so wanted to give him my news, and you were my only chance, it totally won’t be the same…”
“You got a big day coming up honey?” Nina queried, jumping to the conclusion Dawn had hoped she would.
“And you want to let Spike know? I am so sorry – I really don’t have any idea where he is, or I would at least pass on a message.”
She paused, and sensing that Nina was trying to decide about something, Dawn waited without saying anything.
“I do have an e-mail address,” Nina said eventually, “although I don’t know whether he ever picks messages up from it – but he has sent us the odd thing over the last few years, so it might help.”
“Oh please! You can’t imagine how much it would mean to me. I’m totally sure he wouldn’t mind!” Dawn enthused, doing her best to sound like a giddy bride-to-be rather than a Watchers’ Council Researcher.
“No, I guess you’re right," said Nina, sounding reassured.
She read out the e-mail address and then went on, “In fact he may well be in Europe. Angel got a postcard from Paris a couple of weeks ago – no signature, but a message saying it should remind him of some very old times. It made him laugh, a bit, and he said it was from Spike, if that’s any help?”
“Oh wow! That’s really great! Thanks so much Nina, give my love to Angel!” and Dawn finished the call grinning all over her face! Paris a couple of weeks ago, and an e-mail address – now things were looking up!
………………………………………………………………………
Giles was quite happy for Dawn to take some time off to ‘think things through’, and even agreed that a trip to France for a change of scene would ‘do her good’. She wasn’t sure, even yet, how Giles would feel about her hunting down Spike, and so decided not to mention him for now; except to Andrew, who already knew, and to Willow.
She particularly asked Andrew not to mention Spike to Giles just yet and, although she hadn’t discussed the Highlander Syndrome with him, she thought he may well have some ideas about it since he’d searched for all her old pictures, because he just said “That’s a pretty cool idea, it might be good for you to talk to Spike. Say ‘Hi’ from me.”
She talked a bit about why she wanted to find Spike to Willow, who agreed he would be a much better person to talk with about being an eternal twenty-something than The Immortal, or Angel for that matter.
All Willow asked was that Dawn stay in touch with her by phone or e-mail, and remember that Spike might not want to be reminded about The Sunnydale Years; he might not want to see Dawn at all.
Willow even recommended a hotel for Dawn – L’Hotel du Vieux Saule, Dawn’s French was good enough to understand why Willow might have gone there in the first place – and thought it might just bring her luck; Vieux Saule – The Old Willow. It was in the Marais, a fairly old bit of Paris, which somehow seemed a more suitable place to bump into Spike.
Organising a trip to Paris was the easy bit; working out what to say in an e-mail was a lot harder.
‘Hi Spike – guess who? Give me a ring sometime so we can discuss longevity!’
How about ‘Dear William, I would consider it an honour if you would deign to contact me’? Maybe not!
In the end she decided on ‘Spike this is Dawn, I’m really sorry I’ve not been in touch with you, I didn’t know where to start, and I didn’t think you could want to hear from me, although I know that’s a silly excuse, as you wouldn’t have known where to find me either.
'There is something really strange happening to me right now, and I would so like to be able to meet you and talk about it. You were my best friend that summer in Sunnydale, and I am sorry if I never said sorry properly to you for being horrid to you.
'Please, please get in touch, so that we can meet – anywhere you like, your Nibblet.’
‘OK, not the most grammatically correct, but written from the heart,’ Dawn thought, and hit ‘send’ before she thought better of it.
……………………………………………………………..
Thirty six hours later, as Dawn boarded the Eurostar for Paris, she had had no answer to her e-mail. She knew that Spike might well no longer be in Paris, and she knew that even if he was she could just wait for a reply before travelling, but she was restless, itchy for action.
She thought to herself that she probably felt very like Buffy used to when she was too wound up to stand still, and would prowl around, or shift from foot to foot whilst waiting to go and DO something – it must be a genetic thing.
The hotel was fine ; an old building but with modern and very comfortable furnishings. Dawn wondered just which of Willow’s girlfriends, or boyfriends, had shared one of these beds with her and looked with her out of these windows at Paris. It had amused her when she had realised, from the in-room tourist information, that the Gay Quarter was just around the corner... so more likely it had been a girlfriend than a boyfriend. Still, no distractions like that for Dawn.
But there were all sorts of shops and boutiques nearby, also museums and Notre Dame within walking distance, not to mention a famous cemetery – always useful if looking for vampires! She set out to explore.
By dinner Dawn was quite a few Euros poorer, with a number of interesting store bags on the second bed in her room, and had decided it would be a good place for a bit of sisterly bonding sometime when Buffy was in Europe. The area had lots of small streets, as well as some broader ones, and a couple of parks. And then there was Pere Lachaise – Paris’s number one historical cemetery – she definitely thought it was a good area for vampire hunting.
Paris had a resident Slayer – Sylvie-Louise – but Dawn hadn’t arranged to meet her. Neither Sylvie-Louise nor her Watcher had mentioned encountering Spike, so they weren't likely to be much help to her at present. But, somehow, an area other vampires might frequent made Dawn feel closer to finding Spike; either because it might be an area he knew well (shame she hadn’t asked Nina exactly what bit of Paris might remind Angel of ‘old times’), or because he might still be a ‘White Hat’ out there to save the unwary.
If there was no answer to her e-mail by the time she’d eaten, she thought, she might go out and wander the night-time streets. After all, if this was fiction instead of real-life, she should get jumped by a vampire down a narrow dark street and Spike would appear to rescue her; and they did say life was stranger than fiction...
In the end, of course, it didn’t quite work that way. Dawn wandered the streets, passing the gates to Pere Lachaise a couple of times, and finally made her way back towards L’Hotel du Vieux Saule by detouring through the Gay Quarter, described in the hotel’s tourist literature as ‘the safest place for a woman to walk alone’.
That’s where she was jumped by a pair of male vampires.
Although she had not inherited the ‘vampire awareness’ of a Slayer from Buffy, she did get a tiny tingle, and she knew what they were a couple of steps before they reached her. Hoping that life was, indeed, going to follow the perfect storyline, she struggled with them; making smallish panic sounds, soft enough not to attract too many passers-by, but loud enough that someone with vampire hearing would notice if he was anywhere in the vicinity.
After a couple of minutes struggling just enough to keep herself out of fang reach, Dawn decided that enough was enough and, when the first vampire went totally into game face to scare her, she twisted out of his grasp.
Saying “Pleeease – that is just sooo predictable! But this isn’t!” she used the official, Watchers' Council, stake that she had hled in her hand since that first tiny tingle.
The vampire turned into dust. His companion turned into a rapidly retreating figure, that she decided not to chase after, and no blond had appeared on the horizon to save her at all.
Dawn returned to her hotel room, shook any remaining dust off her jacket, and found herself wondering if it would blow the mind of French room service if she asked for hot chocolate with marshmallows. Dusting vampires made her feel vaguely homesick – for Sunnydale.
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The 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.
The next chapter is here.
If you missed Chapter One it should be
here
And Chapter Two should be
here
Chapter Three is here
As usual feedback is food and drink - and just think for every bit of feedback I get I don't eat an item of RL food - so feedback and save me calories - help me be healthy - you know it makes sense!
speakr2customrs earlier this evening - and it is good fun, and very well written, especially as she was only 15 when she wrote it. Really do recommend it for a quick and amusing read! She gets her sense of humour from her Father!Now for the ME stuff (as in myself, I, rather than Mutant Enemy! Although there again - both I suppose!)
Ten Years After - Chapter 4 is
Ten Years After, Chapter 4.
It was a couple of days before Dawn made contact with Angel; she couldn’t quite make her mind up – phone or e-mail – or what to say. She decided that she would wait until the lab results on her tissue samples were ready. The morning came when Giles called her into his inner sanctum and told her that the best brains in demonic physiology and related sciences had concluded that the samples came from a being that was either immortal or ageing so slowly that it was imperceptible.
Although it was the result Dawn had expected it still upset her. At least Giles could understand why and did not try and tell her how wonderful it was. Wonderful to watch your friends all grow old and die; to know, even with new young ones, it would be the same? Not only friends, but lovers – and how could a relationship continue as one became old enough to be the other one’s grandparent?
She would never be able put down roots and stay in one place because, after a while, people would start to comment. Even in this century surgery could only hold back the years for a finite time; to really defy age would still be suspicious.
Dawn almost understood why The Great Wanker, his Immortalness, could be so unlikeable and, perhaps, why he led the life he did; never being very serious about anything. But there was no way she was going to seek him out for advice.
She rang Angel Investigations in the end. She had wondered whether it would be best to ring during L.A.’s daytime or night time, what with Angel being a vampire, and had finally gone for about 8.00am in California.
The phone was answered by a female voice, who explained that Angel was ‘out’ and identified herself as Nina – could she help?
“I hope so,” Dawn answered. “I’m ringing from England, from The Watchers’ Council – you know? I’m trying to find contact details for someone called Spike.”
“Well yes,” Nina came back, “I have heard of your organisation, but I don’t think I can help you on this.”
‘Don’t think you can, or don’t think you will?’ Dawn thought.
Out loud she said “You do know who I mean though, don’t you? He’s a vampire and, like, he used to work with Angel a few years back, uh, and he’s known Angel for years.
"You see this is more of a personal thing than a Council thing – it’s just that I knew him really well when I was a kid – in Sunnydale. You heard about Sunnydale? Well Spike was like a... sort of big brother figure for me, and there’s something... kinda major going on in my life right now, and I’d just really, really like Spike to know about it.”
“Yes, I do know who Spike is, only I don’t actually know where he is, Miss, em, Miss who?” Nina asked.
“Dawn, my name is Dawn,” Dawn replied, thinking it better not to mention Summers in case Nina thought she was trying to contact Spike, or even Angel, on Buffy’s behalf.
“Angel might remember me; although I was only a kid when he was around. I could wait and call back later when he’s available if you like, if you think he might know where I can contact Spike.”
“He won’t know any more than I do," Nina answered. “Spike doesn’t exactly keep in regular touch with Angel.”
“Oh gee,” Dawn said, emphasising her Californian accent, which was somewhat faded after her time in the UK, ‘I so wanted him around for my big … I mean I so wanted to give him my news, and you were my only chance, it totally won’t be the same…”
“You got a big day coming up honey?” Nina queried, jumping to the conclusion Dawn had hoped she would.
“And you want to let Spike know? I am so sorry – I really don’t have any idea where he is, or I would at least pass on a message.”
She paused, and sensing that Nina was trying to decide about something, Dawn waited without saying anything.
“I do have an e-mail address,” Nina said eventually, “although I don’t know whether he ever picks messages up from it – but he has sent us the odd thing over the last few years, so it might help.”
“Oh please! You can’t imagine how much it would mean to me. I’m totally sure he wouldn’t mind!” Dawn enthused, doing her best to sound like a giddy bride-to-be rather than a Watchers’ Council Researcher.
“No, I guess you’re right," said Nina, sounding reassured.
She read out the e-mail address and then went on, “In fact he may well be in Europe. Angel got a postcard from Paris a couple of weeks ago – no signature, but a message saying it should remind him of some very old times. It made him laugh, a bit, and he said it was from Spike, if that’s any help?”
“Oh wow! That’s really great! Thanks so much Nina, give my love to Angel!” and Dawn finished the call grinning all over her face! Paris a couple of weeks ago, and an e-mail address – now things were looking up!
………………………………………………………………………
Giles was quite happy for Dawn to take some time off to ‘think things through’, and even agreed that a trip to France for a change of scene would ‘do her good’. She wasn’t sure, even yet, how Giles would feel about her hunting down Spike, and so decided not to mention him for now; except to Andrew, who already knew, and to Willow.
She particularly asked Andrew not to mention Spike to Giles just yet and, although she hadn’t discussed the Highlander Syndrome with him, she thought he may well have some ideas about it since he’d searched for all her old pictures, because he just said “That’s a pretty cool idea, it might be good for you to talk to Spike. Say ‘Hi’ from me.”
She talked a bit about why she wanted to find Spike to Willow, who agreed he would be a much better person to talk with about being an eternal twenty-something than The Immortal, or Angel for that matter.
All Willow asked was that Dawn stay in touch with her by phone or e-mail, and remember that Spike might not want to be reminded about The Sunnydale Years; he might not want to see Dawn at all.
Willow even recommended a hotel for Dawn – L’Hotel du Vieux Saule, Dawn’s French was good enough to understand why Willow might have gone there in the first place – and thought it might just bring her luck; Vieux Saule – The Old Willow. It was in the Marais, a fairly old bit of Paris, which somehow seemed a more suitable place to bump into Spike.
Organising a trip to Paris was the easy bit; working out what to say in an e-mail was a lot harder.
‘Hi Spike – guess who? Give me a ring sometime so we can discuss longevity!’
How about ‘Dear William, I would consider it an honour if you would deign to contact me’? Maybe not!
In the end she decided on ‘Spike this is Dawn, I’m really sorry I’ve not been in touch with you, I didn’t know where to start, and I didn’t think you could want to hear from me, although I know that’s a silly excuse, as you wouldn’t have known where to find me either.
'There is something really strange happening to me right now, and I would so like to be able to meet you and talk about it. You were my best friend that summer in Sunnydale, and I am sorry if I never said sorry properly to you for being horrid to you.
'Please, please get in touch, so that we can meet – anywhere you like, your Nibblet.’
‘OK, not the most grammatically correct, but written from the heart,’ Dawn thought, and hit ‘send’ before she thought better of it.
……………………………………………………………..
Thirty six hours later, as Dawn boarded the Eurostar for Paris, she had had no answer to her e-mail. She knew that Spike might well no longer be in Paris, and she knew that even if he was she could just wait for a reply before travelling, but she was restless, itchy for action.
She thought to herself that she probably felt very like Buffy used to when she was too wound up to stand still, and would prowl around, or shift from foot to foot whilst waiting to go and DO something – it must be a genetic thing.
The hotel was fine ; an old building but with modern and very comfortable furnishings. Dawn wondered just which of Willow’s girlfriends, or boyfriends, had shared one of these beds with her and looked with her out of these windows at Paris. It had amused her when she had realised, from the in-room tourist information, that the Gay Quarter was just around the corner... so more likely it had been a girlfriend than a boyfriend. Still, no distractions like that for Dawn.
But there were all sorts of shops and boutiques nearby, also museums and Notre Dame within walking distance, not to mention a famous cemetery – always useful if looking for vampires! She set out to explore.
By dinner Dawn was quite a few Euros poorer, with a number of interesting store bags on the second bed in her room, and had decided it would be a good place for a bit of sisterly bonding sometime when Buffy was in Europe. The area had lots of small streets, as well as some broader ones, and a couple of parks. And then there was Pere Lachaise – Paris’s number one historical cemetery – she definitely thought it was a good area for vampire hunting.
Paris had a resident Slayer – Sylvie-Louise – but Dawn hadn’t arranged to meet her. Neither Sylvie-Louise nor her Watcher had mentioned encountering Spike, so they weren't likely to be much help to her at present. But, somehow, an area other vampires might frequent made Dawn feel closer to finding Spike; either because it might be an area he knew well (shame she hadn’t asked Nina exactly what bit of Paris might remind Angel of ‘old times’), or because he might still be a ‘White Hat’ out there to save the unwary.
If there was no answer to her e-mail by the time she’d eaten, she thought, she might go out and wander the night-time streets. After all, if this was fiction instead of real-life, she should get jumped by a vampire down a narrow dark street and Spike would appear to rescue her; and they did say life was stranger than fiction...
In the end, of course, it didn’t quite work that way. Dawn wandered the streets, passing the gates to Pere Lachaise a couple of times, and finally made her way back towards L’Hotel du Vieux Saule by detouring through the Gay Quarter, described in the hotel’s tourist literature as ‘the safest place for a woman to walk alone’.
That’s where she was jumped by a pair of male vampires.
Although she had not inherited the ‘vampire awareness’ of a Slayer from Buffy, she did get a tiny tingle, and she knew what they were a couple of steps before they reached her. Hoping that life was, indeed, going to follow the perfect storyline, she struggled with them; making smallish panic sounds, soft enough not to attract too many passers-by, but loud enough that someone with vampire hearing would notice if he was anywhere in the vicinity.
After a couple of minutes struggling just enough to keep herself out of fang reach, Dawn decided that enough was enough and, when the first vampire went totally into game face to scare her, she twisted out of his grasp.
Saying “Pleeease – that is just sooo predictable! But this isn’t!” she used the official, Watchers' Council, stake that she had hled in her hand since that first tiny tingle.
The vampire turned into dust. His companion turned into a rapidly retreating figure, that she decided not to chase after, and no blond had appeared on the horizon to save her at all.
Dawn returned to her hotel room, shook any remaining dust off her jacket, and found herself wondering if it would blow the mind of French room service if she asked for hot chocolate with marshmallows. Dusting vampires made her feel vaguely homesick – for Sunnydale.
...................................
The 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.
The next chapter is here.
If you missed Chapter One it should be
here
And Chapter Two should be
here
Chapter Three is here
As usual feedback is food and drink - and just think for every bit of feedback I get I don't eat an item of RL food - so feedback and save me calories - help me be healthy - you know it makes sense!
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Date: 12/06/2005 08:59 pm (UTC)Brilliant, brilliant, wonderful stuff! I love the messages Dawn considers sending Spike, and the plausible way she gets around Nina. I also loved the bit where she thinks about sharing genetic traits with Buffy, even while investigating something relating to the fact that they aren't really sisters. It shows you can't be too deterministic about what Dawn 'really' is.
And this was a great turn of phrase (as it were).
I'm loving every line of this - heartily looking forward to more.
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Date: 12/06/2005 09:14 pm (UTC)And this was a great turn of phrase (as it were).
Thanks - you often pick out exactly the phrases that make me smile when I write them!
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Date: 12/06/2005 09:49 pm (UTC)Love Dawn waiting on the vamps in case it attracted Spike; love the story all down to it's tiny pink well-pedicured toes.
Julia, must get the rec up and run off to buy laundry soap, trash bags, and yellow sticky traps against the dumb leaf-hoppers
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Date: 12/06/2005 09:53 pm (UTC)I have now posted about half of what I've written, so will have to do some writing tomorrow to keep well ahead!
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Date: 12/06/2005 10:49 pm (UTC)Dawn trying to delay the dusting and waiting for a vamp hero was a nice touch. Her getting around Nina wonderful too.
Great chapter.
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Date: 12/06/2005 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 12/06/2005 10:51 pm (UTC)No pressure, but: when's the next posting? ;-)
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Date: 12/06/2005 11:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 12/06/2005 11:35 pm (UTC)If the setting moves to Prague (the only other abroad location I've visited) I'm going to get suspicious.
Anyway, I wanted to let you know that I spent all last night reading The Watcher Diaries and all the fics from the Roxyverse. Loved every one (and S2C's Fight for the Right to Party did made a lot more sense with all the back story, which is what tempted me into it), but as someone before me pointed out, the writing talent in your house is definitely spread about.
I especially liked the character Jack, so kudos to both you for writing him so well and to the roleplayer/GM responsible.
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Date: 12/06/2005 11:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 13/06/2005 07:27 am (UTC)Thank you so much - I'm glad she's coming over well.
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Date: 13/06/2005 01:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 13/06/2005 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 13/06/2005 04:11 am (UTC)It's very refreshing and a whole different point of view.
Thank you for sharing with us.
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Date: 13/06/2005 07:34 am (UTC)Wow! Thank you!
It's very refreshing and a whole different point of view.
Thanks - that is what I'd hoped for.
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Date: 13/06/2005 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 13/06/2005 07:37 am (UTC)No - me neither for a lot of the time! But she interested me when I looked back, because they seemed to have just forgotten exactly why she had arrived in the story in the first place (well from a plot point of view - I guess they occasionally thought 'Oh yeah - this character is to appeal to the next generation'!)
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Date: 13/06/2005 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 13/06/2005 07:37 am (UTC)Thank you so much.
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Date: 13/06/2005 07:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 13/06/2005 07:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 13/06/2005 09:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 13/06/2005 05:08 pm (UTC)Quite right - although in some stories they would have!!
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Date: 13/06/2005 10:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 13/06/2005 05:10 pm (UTC)smilin'
Date: 13/06/2005 11:09 am (UTC)Tip of the hat to you and your whole family!
Smiles,
MOE h.o.s.
Re: smilin'
Date: 13/06/2005 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 13/06/2005 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 13/06/2005 05:20 pm (UTC)Thanks. I see them as any grown up sisters who no longer live in each others pockets. I don't think Dawn would have wanted to stay with Buffy and go to University 'just around the corner' anyway - Buffy used to often either be too busy for her, or too bossy for her! I think they would stay in touch by phone, by e-mail, but mostly live their own lives.
And of the two, I found Dawn interesting because she doesn't have so much wonderful fanfic written about her as Buffy does! Not that I class this as wonderful - that's not quite how I meant it!!
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Date: 13/06/2005 05:18 pm (UTC)I really liked Dawn's three possible emails - it seems she knows Spike very well with each and in the final choice.
To watch your friends all grow old and die; to know, even with new young ones, it would be the same.
Really liked how you linked Angel and Dawn and made them both sympathetic. Nice bits of Paris too - and good to see Dawn with plenty of confidence :)
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Date: 13/06/2005 05:23 pm (UTC)Thank you so much.
Also for the compliments about Paris - I like the place to sound like the place, rather than just anytown, anywhere - but not to take over so's it becomes a travelogue!
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Date: 13/06/2005 06:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 13/06/2005 06:41 pm (UTC)no blonde vampire had appeared on the horizon to save her at all.
Date: 13/06/2005 07:14 pm (UTC)Very neat set up and dodging of something that we might have expected.
This measured pace to the story is marvelous. Let us savor the journey rather than the arrival.
By the way, glad that she didn't become a snack but I've always thought that Dawn would make a vampire that would give Angelous nightmares. Recently I came across a photo of a Spanish model, doesn't look a thing like Trachtenberg in most of her shots, but when the camera angle and lighting was just right she appeared precisely as I had imagined a VampDawn who had been turned in her fifteenth year.
Very scary.
regards
pgavigan
Re: no blonde vampire had appeared on the horizon to save her at all.
Date: 13/06/2005 07:42 pm (UTC)Thank you.
Very neat set up and dodging of something that we might have expected.
Ha - you're right - in 90% of fanfic he would have been bound to show up wouldn't he?
And you're right - Dawn turned at 15 would have been one very scary vampire! Fortunately plot bunnies have to jump up and down on my feet waving brightly coloured flags to distract me - and even then I am likely to just give them a clip around the ear and tell them to shove off,as I am usually too lazy to listen to them!! So someone else can go write that one!
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Date: 14/06/2005 04:18 pm (UTC)Actually I'm not sure whether they are still burying people there or not, but to be honest these days, and probably in 7 or 8 years time, they keep them in cold storage for so long that they are either going to rise in a fridge (Possibly why the fridges in morgues have handles on the inside - they do - you probably don't want to know how I know this!) - or if you go with the idea of needing to be underground to fully fledge, their sires are likely to have got bored and left by the time they've had the funeral!
These days, if I was a vampire, I might be inclined to take my newly drained and bitten proto-fledgling to a nice quiet traditional cemetary and hide them in a crypt for the required day or two until they rose!
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Date: 15/06/2005 09:22 pm (UTC)Thank you. Out internet connection is a bit dodgy tonight - but if I can, I will put the next chapter up inthe next hour or so.
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Date: 07/11/2006 04:46 am (UTC)Karen
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