[HIATUS]

[windandwater]

This is it. I'm leaving the house in a little bit to go to the hotel, so I'm pretty much going to be absent from LJ and online for the rest of the week. Even if the hotel has free wireless, I think I'll be too stressed out to take advantage of it.

As I did last time, this is now A TOTAL SPAM POST.

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EDIT...

It's 2pm and I just wanted to tell everyone that I'm checked in and such. And the internets are not free. ;__; But I've got one day of it so I will see if Trickster works.

Oh, and...

ONLY 15 COMMENTS?! I SAID TO SPAM. SPAM LIKE YOU MEAN IT.

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Re: Why change a winning formula?

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The Brotherhood

-- PROLOGUE --



Dru sat by the window, tracing a pattern where her reflection wasn't. She stared at the circles of frost, as fascinated as a young child, unbothered by the chill. "Look, Spike!" she breathed, calling to her long-time paramour. "Jack Frost has left us a present. Isn't it pretty?"

Spike was behind her, appearing in absolute silence, without even the noise of a heartbeat to give away his position. Silently, he studied girl and window both, then smiled and reached out to stroke her hair possessively. "It's lovely, pet," he said. "Cold as ice and perfect as snow. Just like you."

Dru turned and smiled up at him kittenishly. "My Spike,"she said.

Without untangling his hand from her hair, he peered out the window. "Any sign of that bloody Angelus yet?" he muttered.

Dru turned her head from side to side, eyes wide. "He hasn't come home yet. He's gone to the yard of bones again."

"To the graveyard, again?" Spike demanded. "Sometimes I wonder what goes on in his head. Hasn't he gotten over her yet?"

Dru only smiled vacantly, muttering to herself. "He can't forget."

Spike paused and considered. In the last hundred or so years, the three had been brought close together by the one thing that wore down hate, outlasted war, and relied on the one thing that they all shared: time. Spike and Dru had always been different from most vampires because of their love for each other, and Angelus, their sire, was even more profoundly different. Over two hundred years ago, his soul had been returned to him by a gypsy curse, making him the only truly immortal human to walk the earth.

He had also fallen in love.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

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Spike rubbed the side of his face, where the scars had long since vanished, and grinned wryly. Even though they had been mortal enemies, he always smiled when he thought of the spunky young Slayer that had captured Angel's heart.

"Come on, Precious," he said, grasping Dru's hand and drawing her to her feet. "Let's go collect our lost sheep. Morning won't be here for a few hours yet, but you know what Angelus is like when he gets this way. He'd sit right through the sunrise if we let him."

"Yes, but he's my sheep," Dru muttered as she stood. "Poor little lamb."

Spike smiled at her as he led her gently out the door. There had been a time when it seemed Dru was abandoning him to go back to Angelus, but now all of them knew that Dru was Spike's and always would be.

"Sacrificial lamb, pet. Let's go find him, shall we?



-- END PROLOGUE --