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[Challenge #388] BtVS / Spike — Valley of Sun
Title: Valley of Sun
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set in S4, some time between eps. 4x03 “The Harsh Light of Day” and 4x06 “Wild at Heart”
Summary: In his chaotic frustration after losing the Gem of Amara, Spike winds up in New Orleans.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #388 - Bone
Crossposted:drabble_zone, sweetandshort, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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The Bayou Bacchanal roared in the night when Spike—drunk on alcohol and blood—stumbled into the fortune teller’s shop; a small parlor cluttered with candles, bones, mystical symbols, and talismans.
“What do you want, vampire?”
Spike sat at the tiny table, tossing a bunch of crumpled bills on it. “A reading. Tell me what lies ahead.”
“You’re not ready to know.”
“I don’t bloody care. I’m a paying customer.”
Silently, the teller gathered the bills and emptied a satchel in her hand.
“Chicken bones?”
“Silence, vampire!”
Bones tossed, future told.
Ready or not, his DeSoto sped toward the Valley of Sun.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set in S4, some time between eps. 4x03 “The Harsh Light of Day” and 4x06 “Wild at Heart”
Summary: In his chaotic frustration after losing the Gem of Amara, Spike winds up in New Orleans.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #388 - Bone
Crossposted:
drabble_zone, sweetandshort, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark—
The Bayou Bacchanal roared in the night when Spike—drunk on alcohol and blood—stumbled into the fortune teller’s shop; a small parlor cluttered with candles, bones, mystical symbols, and talismans.
“What do you want, vampire?”
Spike sat at the tiny table, tossing a bunch of crumpled bills on it. “A reading. Tell me what lies ahead.”
“You’re not ready to know.”
“I don’t bloody care. I’m a paying customer.”
Silently, the teller gathered the bills and emptied a satchel in her hand.
“Chicken bones?”
“Silence, vampire!”
Bones tossed, future told.
Ready or not, his DeSoto sped toward the Valley of Sun.