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[May 10 out of 20] BtVS: Fic: 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)
Summary: Set in S4, some time between eps. 4x03 “The Harsh Light of Day” and 4x06 “Wild at Heart” | In his chaotic frustration after losing the Gem of Amara, Spike winds up in New Orleans.
Notes: also for #388 - Bone byanythingdrabble and #449 - Ready by drabble_zone
Prompt [#1]: Night
Also on my journal
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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)
Summary: Set in S4, some time between eps. 4x03 “The Harsh Light of Day” and 4x06 “Wild at Heart” | In his chaotic frustration after losing the Gem of Amara, Spike winds up in New Orleans.
Notes: also for #388 - Bone by
anythingdrabble and #449 - Ready by drabble_zone Prompt [#1]: Night
Also on my journal
—
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.