It's a meming kind of lunch break...
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next_to_normalTwo in one day! This one's snagged from dreamsofspike. She picked 20 of her fics... I don't have quite that many, so I just did all of them. :)
The following are some first lines from my fic. If you want to play, pick whichever one tickles your fancy, write a ficlet or a drabble with the same first line and leave it in my comments. (And if the muse strikes, I might even drabble back at you.) Feel free to take as many liberties as you wish.
As a side note, I'd just like to point out that ALL my fics are catalogued in my memories now, and I'm almost done updating the links in the sidebar. Which means I have no more excuses for procrastinating on writing fic, lol. But hey, if you post your first lines, maybe I'll drabble.
dreamsofspike. She picked 20 of her fics... I don't have quite that many, so I just did all of them. :)The following are some first lines from my fic. If you want to play, pick whichever one tickles your fancy, write a ficlet or a drabble with the same first line and leave it in my comments. (And if the muse strikes, I might even drabble back at you.) Feel free to take as many liberties as you wish.
Being Somebody Else: I have a secret.
Accept No Substitutes: “I don’t understand,” Spike moped from his perch at the foot of Willow’s bed.
Silence Speaks: When the spell broke, it took Spike a moment to remember that he was supposed to be disgusted.
Evil Me: Spike downed another shot of whiskey and closed his eyes, waiting to feel the effect.
Beyond This Life: When Dawn first woke up, she didn’t know where she was.
Ebbing of the Tide: “Buffy, it’s started.”
The Fire Within: Buffy pulled away from Spike, breaking the kiss as the music faded.
Knock On Wood: He’d just sprinkled the burba weed into his blood when he felt the shiver go up his spine.
The Hardest Thing in the World: “This is hell.”
Love's Bitch: The night air was thick with moisture, the tepid stillness that preceded a violent break in the humidity.
Other Things the Road to Hell is Paved With: “Coffee!” Willow chirped as she entered the Magic Box carrying two cardboard trays.
Slay Bells: “It’s just not right,” Buffy said, taking in the inexplicable sight before her.
When in Rome: Spike stared after Andrew as the door closed behind him, wondering how Andrew had managed to convince not one, but two women that he was straight.
Shadows of a Brighter Day: A dusting of snow coated the ground where she fought, and she left her footprints behind as though marking the steps of a dance she knew by heart.
Turning a Corner in Istanbul: Willow pressed her cell phone to one ear and jammed her hand against the other to block out the noise.
Moonlight: He looks at her, awash in moonlight.
Unchained: “Just… give me something,” Spike pleaded.
Thaw: You’re a little bit relieved when you find out it’s just her.
Predator: “Spike, listen!”
Accept No Substitutes: “I don’t understand,” Spike moped from his perch at the foot of Willow’s bed.
Silence Speaks: When the spell broke, it took Spike a moment to remember that he was supposed to be disgusted.
Evil Me: Spike downed another shot of whiskey and closed his eyes, waiting to feel the effect.
Beyond This Life: When Dawn first woke up, she didn’t know where she was.
Ebbing of the Tide: “Buffy, it’s started.”
The Fire Within: Buffy pulled away from Spike, breaking the kiss as the music faded.
Knock On Wood: He’d just sprinkled the burba weed into his blood when he felt the shiver go up his spine.
The Hardest Thing in the World: “This is hell.”
Love's Bitch: The night air was thick with moisture, the tepid stillness that preceded a violent break in the humidity.
Other Things the Road to Hell is Paved With: “Coffee!” Willow chirped as she entered the Magic Box carrying two cardboard trays.
Slay Bells: “It’s just not right,” Buffy said, taking in the inexplicable sight before her.
When in Rome: Spike stared after Andrew as the door closed behind him, wondering how Andrew had managed to convince not one, but two women that he was straight.
Shadows of a Brighter Day: A dusting of snow coated the ground where she fought, and she left her footprints behind as though marking the steps of a dance she knew by heart.
Turning a Corner in Istanbul: Willow pressed her cell phone to one ear and jammed her hand against the other to block out the noise.
Moonlight: He looks at her, awash in moonlight.
Unchained: “Just… give me something,” Spike pleaded.
Thaw: You’re a little bit relieved when you find out it’s just her.
Predator: “Spike, listen!”
As a side note, I'd just like to point out that ALL my fics are catalogued in my memories now, and I'm almost done updating the links in the sidebar. Which means I have no more excuses for procrastinating on writing fic, lol. But hey, if you post your first lines, maybe I'll drabble.
Beyond This Life: When Dawn first woke up, she didn’t know where she was.
Date: Apr. 29th, 2008 11:30 pm (UTC)When Dawn first woke up, she didn’t know where she was.
But she did know that something – everything – was different. Her sight was limited to two small portals that closed and opened. And while all of her still ‘felt’, her sense of touch was dulled – sheathed – by some sort of thin, warm casing.
She closed the small portals and focused on the memories that were fading to nothing with every passing moment of awakeness.
Monks.
Chanting.
Her energy being forced… condensed… into the pliable, malleable, delicate sleeve that now held it.
The memory of the pain – the loss – was deep, intense…, all encompassing; and it shot through her with a hot, liquid ache that made her double over.
____
“DAWWWWWWWNNNNNNN!” Buffy screeched angrily from her room.
____
Dawn Summers opened her eyes and unfolded her form; hiding the last vestiges of the key – the energy – deep in her core.
“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt?!”
Re: Beyond This Life: When Dawn first woke up, she didn’t know where she was.
Date: Apr. 30th, 2008 01:25 am (UTC)Being Somebody Else: I have a secret.
Date: Apr. 30th, 2008 12:17 am (UTC)A secret I haven’t shared with anyone. Not even with him.
I am going to tell him. Today. Or tomorrow…. Soon.
But for now, for now… I’m just enjoying ‘having a secret’.
A little/big thing that’s all mine. All mine.
Wrapping my arms around my waist, I pull my secret closer to me.
There were things I would need to think about – to do – sometime soon.
But for now, for now… I’m just enjoying ‘wondering’.
Wondering about this little/big magic.
Wondering if it’s a he. Or a she.
If it will look like me. Or him….
My smile flies loose and free again.
I haven’t been able to cage it for days now.
I’m honestly surprised that none of them have noticed; noticed how unbelievably, undeniably happy I am – how overwhelmingly filled by my secret I am.
Well, to say no one had noticed is not exactly true. I think he’s noticed.
It’s in his eyes, when he looks at me…. He knows. He knows ‘something’.
Willow walked around the mausoleum and knocked on the door.
When he opened it, a smile – that smile – graced his beautiful, angular face, and his blue eyes locked with hers.
As he stepped back and let her into his home, she wondered about blue eyes, or green eyes… brown hair, or red hair…
… and then his arms were wrapped around her waist, his lips were at her neck, his coolness was against her warmth.
Willow grinned. Maybe she would tell him. Soon. Or tomorrow…. Now.
Turning in his arms, Willow hugged Spike closer, “Baby, I have a secret.”
Re: Being Somebody Else: I have a secret.
Date: Apr. 30th, 2008 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Apr. 30th, 2008 12:35 pm (UTC)“This is hell.”
His heart withered in his chest. He wished it would stop beating altogether, so he wouldn’t hear the words falling from her mouth. She was the most charming, the loveliest woman he knew. How could she? Hands not even trembling in her fine gloves, she told him that she’d never love him.
He stormed away, not even caring about the mocking laughter following him out the door. Tears blinded him, pain filled him. He didn’t even care that he was coatless, that he’d barreled into someone on the street.
His poetry was shreds in his hands, as was his heart.
***
“This is hell.”
He curled closer to her, stroking her dark hair to soothe her fretful sleep. His lips drifted over her brow, the porcelain of her skin no longer marred by too-red burns that took too long to heal.
She whimpered, arching into him, as automatically as she’d done for a century, but he would go no further than this gentle touch, skin brushing skin. She was fragile; he would not hurt her further.
He hoped he’d killed whoever had done this to his princess, hoped they suffered the same torment and despair as he did now, and tried not to cry.
***
“This is hell.”
He was so drunk that he could barely stand, but he knew he wasn’t drunk enough, because he could still feel pain.
He didn’t care about the pain of sunrise, setting his skin alight, because that was absolutely nothing to the emptiness inside. His beloved had abandoned him, had sworn she saw the Slayer all around him.
He’d give her the Slayer. He’d put an end to that blond thorn in his side, savor every drop of her blood. Then Dru could talk about getting her pleasures.
She would love him again. He upended the bottle, but it was empty.
***
“This is hell.”
What had the Slayer said? Oh, yeah. You’re not even a loser anymore… you’re the shell of a loser. Oh, and don’t forget pathetic.
He saluted the empty air with his mug of cold pig blood and gulped it down before he gave in to the urge to fling it against the wall. The Watcher would have a fit if there was gore dripping down the wall, and he’d have to listen to that screaming scold of a Slayer.
He refilled the mug with the Watcher’s best scotch. It wasn’t enough to dull the pain of losing his whole existence.
***
“This is hell.”
Once he’d gotten over the initial shock, he just had to laugh.
What a miserable bloody joke his existence was turning out to be. In love with the Slayer.
And that was it, too. The strength of the feelings let him know without a doubt. It couldn’t be anything else. It was what he’d felt with Cecily, with Dru, only more. He’d love her until the day she died, or, more likely, until the day he did. It was just his nature. He couldn’t do anything by halves.
Even if he didn’t want to.
He laughed until the tears came.
***
“This is hell.”
He knew he’d never get used to her loss, but he thought that, after a while, he’d at least relearn how to yearn from afar.
But she’d branded him with her heated touch, had carved him out until he was empty but for her, and he couldn’t let her go.
No matter what she said, she loved him.
He watched himself push her down, heard her tearful cries from a great distance. When she threw him off, the impact filled him with horror.
At last, he knew she was right. She couldn’t love him.
Knowing that was hell on earth.
***
“This is hell.”
Nothing had really hurt until this moment.
Her hand clasped in his, she stared at him as if this was the first time she’d really seen him.
But even that didn’t hurt, not anymore, not after the past few days.
It was the I love you that he’d waited so long to hear that hurt. Then intense pain consumed him, until he couldn’t tell if it was because of her words, or that she said them now, or that he couldn’t believe her.
Not and do what he had to do.
Hell couldn’t have any torment that could possibly compare.
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Date: Apr. 30th, 2008 01:32 pm (UTC)I love "He couldn’t do anything by halves. Even if he didn’t want to." So true!
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Date: May. 2nd, 2008 01:12 am (UTC)a history of spike's/williams' hellish life.... pooort thing!