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tamingthemuseTitle: Improvising Atonement
Characters: Spike, Giles, Darla, OC
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 84-suspension of disbelief
Warnings: AU, implied violence and gore
Rating: R this chapter
Summary: A vampire with a soul comes to Sunnydale to help The Slayer. Can a demon ever atone?
A/N: Thanks to my betas![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
noandwhere and kidcyclone !
Previously:
“No place for innocence here,” Spike murmured, as he stared out at familiar amber eyes. “Evil remains and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream.”
Darla’s eyes caught him, held him fast for a moment. He could feel the stretch and swell inside him, a demon’s yearning for the simplicity of family, feeding and fucking. She smiled at him through the foggy tempered glass, face radiant with malicious glee.
“Hawthorne,” Giles finally responded. “Rather poetic, in a grim sort of…” He trailed off, gazing in bewilderment around the empty room.
( Let the bodies hit the floor... )
Characters: Spike, Giles, Darla, OC
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 84-suspension of disbelief
Warnings: AU, implied violence and gore
Rating: R this chapter
Summary: A vampire with a soul comes to Sunnydale to help The Slayer. Can a demon ever atone?
A/N: Thanks to my betas
noandwhere and kidcyclone ! Previously:
“No place for innocence here,” Spike murmured, as he stared out at familiar amber eyes. “Evil remains and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream.”
Darla’s eyes caught him, held him fast for a moment. He could feel the stretch and swell inside him, a demon’s yearning for the simplicity of family, feeding and fucking. She smiled at him through the foggy tempered glass, face radiant with malicious glee.
“Hawthorne,” Giles finally responded. “Rather poetic, in a grim sort of…” He trailed off, gazing in bewilderment around the empty room.
( Let the bodies hit the floor... )
