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| HOME
IMPROVEMENTS |
"Spike, I build
things all day. You know, with wood and nails. Like Ty, only with a bigger
budget and a longer timeframe. That's my job. The last thing I want to do is
come home and have to rip up carpet and punch holes in the wall because you
think that the living room is a bit dull." "Well, actually, I thought I could do the ripping up and punching holes part." |
| HOT |
Xander stops in front of the door, savoring the moment. When he opens that door, the cool air will hit him. It will strike fast, the sudden rush like an exhalation. The tendrils of cold will wrap around him and draw him inside. It’s dark in there – the curtains are drawn, and it’s like a little cave. With cable. And a vampire. |
| OUT
OF TOUCH |
It seemed a sensible question until Xander heard it aloud. But he’d been baked for ten hours on site and was feeling woozy from the sun, and how unreasonable was it to ask the dead – repeatedly dead – vampire waiting outside his front door if he were a ghost? |
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SON
OF CASPER |
Willow had tried everything she could think of: devocation spells, revocation
spells, and exorcisms; structural, flesh, as well as spiritual cleansing spells;
protection pentagrams, protection circles--Xander thought Willow would try a protection
square dance if it would work. But nothing did. Nothing stopped the apparition. Xander continued to be haunted by Spike the "friendly" ghost. |
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TO
THE BEACH |
"But just think of it... you'll be so hot by the time we get to the ice cream shop, and the ice cream will seem so cool, and sweet, sliding over your tongue and down your throat..." |
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tCJ's Birthday Challenge: |
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| WEE
CLIP |
Sight and
sound gone. Heart pounding. The flicker fuck of abstract image. Shaking,
straining, already mourning. Collapsing into ready arms I think that this must
be what it is to drown. I suppose
that’s why they call it the little death. |
Wajoma's Birthday Challenge: Something light ... happy, funny. |
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BOOKENDS |
Okay, the draw had been rigged: although numbers dictated they had to include the vampire, no-one else was dumb enough to get landed with his snarky, inflexible, non-cooperative self. But Xander would be damned if he was going to let that ruin his night. He would have to be agreeable and flexible and cooperative enough for the two of them, and then… Well, the embarrassing the hell out of Spike factor would kick in and that was as close to fun as human and vamp were likely to get. |
flaming muse's Challenge: Now, who else thinks that we should have a challenge for [Excessant]
list members to |
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100
THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE |
Xander’s facing the elevator, and Spike stepping out of it. |
| ONE
HUNDRED SLAYERS |
One hundred slayers. Xander noted the significance of the number somewhere in the back of his mind as he replaced his gun in the holster near his armpit. The inevitable surge of nausea hit and he leant to the left to vomit, careful not to leave any trace on the body. |
Lazuli's Challenge: 1. One of the boys lose a bet they can't tell the other about |
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THE
BET |
"Oh, fuck, it figures." Xander muttered under his breath. |