Vampires give us the wiggins.

The Second Circle, Chapter 30/30

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 22:27:12 GMT

OK...Wow. Right, I'm gonna have to give a little speech here and probably get emotional, so please feel free to skip in and get on with the fic!

I started this envisaging around ten 6,000 word chapters. The final word count was just shy of 245,000 words - that's three decent-sized novels. I guess what I'm saying is that this story unexpectedly became a HUGE part of my life. I certainly don't think the fic is spectacular - as my close friends know, I think of it more as a soap opera! However, I don't love it any the less for that. I adored writing this and I will miss it fiercely.

I've been putting off posting this last chapter, ostensibly to make sure it's how I wanted it blah blah, but really because I was scared and I'm sad to finish it. Yes, I've cried. I'm pathetic, but hey! I'm comfortable with that.

The ending... Well. To be honest with you, it's not possible to neatly conclude a fic like The Second Circle. Things cannot be resolved and put in a cute little box, so I apologise if any of you were expecting that. Just so you know, I could have carried on writing this forever - and in my head there is so much more. But I had to finish it. I just hope that you guys like what I've done with it.

Just as a point of interest for any of you who are surprised and think I've thrown something in out of the blue, the very ending of this has been planned since at least Chapter 10. ;-)

Right, enough from me. I honestly, truly hope that you enjoy it. Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who has stuck with this epic fic. Please drop me a quick comment at the end to let me know what you thought.

*hugs*

Previous parts here.

Title: The Second Circle

Feedback: Pretty please!?

Disclaimer: Not mine *sigh*. Wish they were, but unfortunately not. All hail Joss, otherwise known as God.

Characters: Ensemble

Pairings: Also ensemble, mainly Angel/Lindsey, Lindsey/Spike and Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17

Author’s notes and warnings (general): Slash, het (minor), language, angst, human AU

Summary: A project in Professor Giles’ Literature class sees three very different people being forcibly thrown together. Fireworks ensue.

Chapter 30: Realisations, arguments and settling for what you can get, problems at home and a letter, a much-awaited reunion and a surprise.

The Second Circle: Final Chapter

Action

Wed, 09 May 2007 20:45:44 GMT

Title: Action

Word Count: 100

Challenge #011

Characters: Wesley

Rating: PG-13

Notes: They’re not mine, I just like to play.

I’m so sick and fucking tired of watching.

It’s all I do. It’s all I’ve ever done. I even tried to turn it into a profession, but it transpires that I’m not overly good at it. I would laugh at the irony, but it doesn’t seem all that funny.

My inertia is marked by the mocking tick of time slipping away. Time that I probably don’t have. Watching is a passive occupation, and now is the moment for action. Finally.

I stop watching his lips, placing my fingers over them instead and staring deep into his eyes. “Shut up, Angel.”

Tue, 08 May 2007 06:58:43 GMT

Happy Monday!

This week's challenge is: Watch

This could mean the verb- watching someone, the profession- a Watcher, or the thing you wear on your wrist. Or something else completely! Just have fun with it. :D

Remember to tag your entries, cut things over PG13, and only 100 words.

Have a good week!

Drabble: The Thing About Spike

Thu, 03 May 2007 19:49:28 GMT

Title: The thing about Spike

Author: ash_carpenter

Word Count: 100

Challenge #0011: Crazy

Character: Angel, Spike

Rating: R for language

Notes: They’re not mine, I just like to play.

The thing is that he drives me crazy.

And I’m not just talking the regular type of crazy, but full-on, totally bat-shit, fucked-three-ways-to-the-weekend, psycho crazy. It’s everything about him: the way he talks, his attitude, how he dresses, the fact that he baits me at every step and takes every possible opportunity to piss me off…

Sometimes I’m so busy getting mad at him, allowing the sweet anger to sweep through me as I ball my fists, that for just a minute I can forget… It’s as if the last century never even happened.

Maybe that’s why I love him.

Prompt

Tue, 01 May 2007 04:20:07 GMT

Hello! I'm so sorry I didn't post a prompt the last two weeks- life has been just a bit insane. But it won't happen again, I promise. Many thanks to all of you who participated in the last prompt!

So this week's prompt: Crazy

Feel free to use it in any way possible. Remember, though, exactly 100 words, tag your entry, and LJ-cut for rating.

Have fun!

Prompt - Ashes to Ashes

Fri, 20 Apr 2007 03:21:35 GMT

Title: Dollies
Author: bleach_and_ink
Rating: G
Words: 106
Characters: Dawn and Buffy
Summary: Summers sisters in their younger years.

Buffy clutched the blonde-haired doll to her chest.

“No, she’s mine. You can’t have her”

“Nooo.” The younger brunette squealed and reached out for the doll.

“Yours has brown hair. Mine has hair like my hair.” Buffy toyed with her ponytail.

“But sissy-“

“Here Dawnie, I’ll play with your dolly and you can play with mine.” Dawn looked up, her eyes wide, her smile quite toothless.

“Dolly wants to sing that song.” Dawn studied the blonde doll.

“Let’s sing it with our dollies!” Buffy pulled her younger sister to her feet.

“Ring around the rosey, pocket full of Posey, ashes, ashes we all fall down.”

Title: In the Air
Rating: PG
Words: 91(making up for the overload up there)
Characters: Buffy and Spike
Summary: In the minutes after the Sunnydale Hellmouth began to collapse.

Spike smiled. It would be the last thing he ever heard from her and it made him happy.

I love you.

You don’t mean it.

He felt himself slowly starting to burn up; the amulet on his chest contained the power of the sun.

Up in flames, it’s time to rock this joint. The only respectable way to go.

Buffy watched as the vampire started to fade away. As his ashes collected in the air, she felt his soul swirl around her, helping her as she ran out of fading Hellmouth.

FIC: Sacrifice

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 19:51:12 GMT

Title: Sacrifice
Author: brencon/Brendan
Word Count: 100
Characters: Darla, Angel, Connor
Rating: PG-13
Btvs100 Challenge #010: “Ashes to Ashes”
Authors Notes: Joss, David, Mutant Enemy and the WB own them, I’m just playing.
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The pain was blinding. But it was needed. This soul inside her… she’d grown to love it. Her sweet boy. Her son.

Angel’s hands grasped her own as she staked herself, turning to dust. Before, this would’ve been the last thing she would do. Kill herself.

Before this life growing inside her became the most precious thing, death was not an option.

She’d changed so much so quickly, she scared even herself. But her child was worth the changes. That is why she has to do this.

And when Angel first hears the cries, he thanks Darla for her sacrifice.

Drabble: Alone

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 17:43:45 GMT

Just to warn everyone, it's rather sad. I'm sorry!

Title: Alone

Word Count: 100

Challenge #010

Characters: Angel, Spike

Rating: PG-13

Notes: They’re not mine, I just like to play.

He turned just in time to see the other vampire stagger and convulse in pain, the point of the stake clearly visible as it emerged from the ragged hole in his chest.

“No!” he screamed, shoving aside the demon that was attacking him and running, stumbling, rising; clinging desperately to false hope.

He arrived just as the body froze and exploded into an insubstantial cloud of dust, the beautiful face disintegrating under his reaching fingertips as it whispered, “I’m sorry”.

Angel wept as the ash that had been Spike caught the wind and dispersed around him in the falling rain.

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 15:53:53 GMT

Title: Dust to Dust.
Author: sodapopprincess
Challenge: Ashes to Ashes, Challenge 10.
Rating: PG
Characters/Parings: Willow, mention of Tara
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: A little overdramatic maybe, but the challenge just inspired me.

Willow embraced the metal urn tight: Inside, her lover, burned and pulverized to fine ash. She held Tara close for one last time. The sun streamed through the branches reminding her of so many moments: long walks with Tara, magic in moonlight and, like heavy weight, the night she had killed Warren.

Unscrewing the top, Will glimpsed a small puff alight on the breeze. She didn’t want to lose any part of her and almost set to closing the urn. Tears welled.

Time to let her go, she thought, and slowly began to scatter the ashes along the forest floor.

Onward!

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 02:45:24 GMT

Alright, in honor of the Pinter play I saw this weekend, which was awesome, today's prompt is "Ashes to Ashes."

Remember, 100 words only, cut anything over PG-13, and tag your fic.

And above all, have fun!

((Ooh, look, double digits!))

The Space Between

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 02:41:12 GMT

Title: The Space Between
Author:chokolattejedi
Word Count: 100
Prompts: btvs100: Space 30_kisses: The space between dream and reality
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Buffy/Willow
A/N: Early in season six. I own nothing.

Buffy felt her calling, promising kisses and warmth.

Pulling.

But she didn't want to wake just yet. She was happy, safe. She could remember the pain and fear and horror, but they were dim, like a nightmare.

She could see her Willow- going about her regular chores- and missed her, but there was a hazy sort of screen between them.

The pulling was so insistent!

But she didn't want to leave this place- this space between dream and reality. This space between heaven and hell. This space between sweet oblivion and a life full of duty.

But Willow needed her.

The Space

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 01:14:10 GMT

Title: The Space

Word Count: 100

Challenge #009: Space

Characters: Buffy, Angel, Spike

Rating: PG-13

Notes: They’re not mine, I just like to play.

(Apologies for lack of imaginative title!)

She doesn’t quite understand it; he’s stood right next to her, but there is a definite space between them. Her fingertips almost brush his and yet the space remains. A black void, a yawning empty gulf that has crept slowly between them since Graduation Day.

Only, the space is no longer empty, is it? It is filled almost to overflowing with jealousy and resentment, confusion and turmoil... She knows who fills the void. The space is completely Spike’s domain: he might as well be stood there in his cloud of smoke and leather.

She wonders who Angel is really jealous of.

Gone (G)

Thu, 05 Apr 2007 16:44:59 GMT

Title: Gone
Author: polly1esther
Challenge #009: Space
Rating: G
Characters/Parings:The Scoobies/No pairing
Word Count: 100.
Warnings/Author's Notes: Set in season 7

The once close knit group was gone. The people who once shared one body and mind to beat evil were now acting like casual acquaintances. They lived in the same house, but the space between was bigger than ever before.

The deep connection was gone. They spoke, but none of them heard or understood the other. The once familiar gestures and looks and voices were like a foreign language to them now.

The touch was gone. One of them could go untouched, and the others didn’t even notice.

The friends were gone, leaving behind four soldiers to fight the war.

Challenge Time

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 03:09:35 GMT

Yay! Four whole fics!

And I actually remembered on Monday to post the new challenge! We're off to a great start. :D

The challenge for this week is : Space

Remember the rules: 100 words, LJ-cut anything over PG-13, and tag your entry.

Have fun!

Brighter

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 03:06:33 GMT

Title: Brighter
Author: chokolattejedi
Characters: Buffy
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Colors
Rating: PG
Notes: Set early in season six. I own nothing.

I never realized before how brightly green the grass is. The same with the pinkish-yellow color of the flowers on the hedges next door. And the interesting shade of blue on that sweater Dawn still hasn't returned. And clouds. Clouds are so very brightly white. Even the sun seems that much brighter now.

I remember lots of shadows, but I wasn't afraid. I was warm and safe in the darkness, like when I would wrap myself up in blankets during thunderstorms as a child. That kind of darkness.

Everything- all the colors- are just so much brighter now. Too bright.

Sat, 24 Mar 2007 23:23:32 GMT

Title Black
Author Kimber
Word count 100
challenge #008: colours
Rating PG 17
Character Buffy
Notes: I borrow and returned unharmed.

They just wouldn't understand if I told them. How could they when I can't comprehend it myself. When I'm away from him I feel so dark inside. Like a black canvas all dull and colorless.

But when I'm with him, really with him, where his cock is so deep inside that I feel like he's becoming a part of me, I feel as if I'm a work of art. I see reds, greens, blues, and a vast array of colors that make me feel alive.

But most of the time I feel colorless.

Challenge #008 (Colours): Blue

Sat, 24 Mar 2007 19:34:22 GMT

Title: Blue

Author: ash_carpenter

Word Count: 100

Challenge #008: Colours

Character: Angel

Rating: PG-13

Notes: They’re not mine, I just like to play.

He has always been a sucker for blue.

The way Darla’s smooth skin used to shimmer a translucent blue in the moonlight.

The livid blue lips of a young nun’s corpse after he had drained her.

The powder-blue footed pyjamas in which he used to dress his beautiful baby son.

The clear, incomparable blue of a summer sky that he can finally witness from his mystically enhanced ivory tower.

The fierce, piercing blue eyes that continuously light him aflame, be they filled with rage or lust.

He sometimes thinks that were he ever to see Heaven, it would be blue.

FIC: Red Is...

Sat, 24 Mar 2007 00:11:09 GMT

Title: Red Is...
Author: brencon
Word Count: 100
Challenge: #008 Colors
Character: Spike/Vampires
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Joss made everything, I'm just playing. Set before 'The Initiative'

Red is the color of blood. The color of the sunset. Red is where we live.

It brings out the best and worst in people. But it affects us whether we live or die.

Red is red. It can be warm and inviting or over-powering and angry.

Red is blood. Blood is life. In red we live. In red they die.

Without red, the world would be blues and blacks. No contrast.

Without red, the world wouldn’t be what it is.

Without red, we wouldn’t be what we are.

Without red, life would be dull. It makes killing worth living.

New Challenge

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 21:38:55 GMT

Okay, I know we've been a little dead lately, but I think we can revive this place, so here is a challenge for this week: Colors

This could mean using the idea of colors, or choosing one color and runing with it, or anything else you can think of. :D

Remember the rules: 100 words, LJ-cut anything over PG-13, and tag your entry.

Have a good week!

Challenge #007

Wed, 04 Jan 2006 06:18:40 GMT

So, no drabbles for the jealousy challenge, but that's all right. This week the challenge is resolution, a challenge for the new year. The usual rules apply; 100 words, all fics rated higher than pg-13 under an LJ cut. Please remember to tag your drabbles.

Also, I think I've officially decided to change the day of challenges to Wednesday, as it seems to work the best at the moment. Any questions or concerns, please feel free to bring them up here.

Have a good week, and happy drabbling!

Challenge #006

Thu, 29 Dec 2005 03:09:53 GMT

Hm. Sorry about that two week break. Work, and the holidays and life really just caught up with me. Really. Sorry. I suck. Heartily.

But we're back! So, Challenge #006 is jealousy. The characters feeling jealousy, thinking back on jealousy, talking about it. If you can think of it, write it. No more than 100 words, anything over PG-13 under a cut, please.

Challenge

Fri, 16 Dec 2005 07:53:14 GMT

Sorry, guys. Been busy with exams and this work and haven't had time to come up with a challenge this week. I hate to do this to you again, but there won't be a challenge again until Tuesday. Take a few days to yourself and we'll get back on track again next week. Also, my co-mod has been really stressed with school and life in general, so bear with us as we work around each other.

Hope everyone is having Happy Holidays.

A matter of trust. PG. Ice Skating challenge

Thu, 08 Dec 2005 06:55:16 GMT

Title: A matter of trust.
Author: alwaysjbj
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Ice Skating
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Rating: PG

A matter of trust.

“No, no. I’m fine right here. You go ahead and have fun; I’ll just sit here and... watch,” Ethan announced with a wicked leer in Rupert’s direction.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re scared?” Ripper grinned, he’d never found anything that Ethan wasn’t game for and his lover’s refusal to come out on the ice was intriguing.

“I never mentioned anything about being scared,” Ethan countered indignantly.

“Well, what’s the problem then?”

“I can’t bloody skate, alright. You satisfied?” Ethan pouted.

Rupert’s face softened, the challenging leer melting into a softer, more genuine smile. “Come on,” he requested gently. “Trust me.”

Ice Skating

Thu, 08 Dec 2005 03:51:59 GMT

Title - Anya is confused....again!!
Author - hazeldean
Challenge - Ice Skating
Word Count - 100
Rating - PG
Notes - Usual disclaimers - Joss is Boss

"I don't understand why we have to do this."

"It's for Buffy, Anya. We're doing it to keep her mind off Riley."

"Is this some kind of strange human ritual? Your boyfriend lets a vampire ho suck his blood; you let him fly off into the night and your friends gather together, strap sharp implements to their feet and fall on their bottoms on wet ice? Xander, please tell me there is a good reason for doing this."

"Ice skating always cheers Buffy up and anyway, I get to warm you up later."

"Oh, I get it, skating is foreplay."

Challenge #005

Wed, 07 Dec 2005 06:43:37 GMT

Thanks to everyone who participated in the 'Family' challenge. Sorry that things haven't been running as smooth as they should.

Anyways, this weeks challenge is ice skating. You know the drill. Your story must be focused around ice skating, mention ice skating, involve ice skating. 100 words. No more. No less.

Also, please put any drabbles rated R or NC-17 under a cut, please.
Have a good week, and happy drabbling.