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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER/HIGHLANDER (NC-17)
Title: Old Habits by Barb G.
Pairing: Spike/Methos
Author on LJ:
troutkitty
Author Website: Barb G.'s Multifanplex
Why this must be read:
Let me first state that I am not a Spike fan. And, doubtless because of that fact, I don't go around finding many Spike stories that grab my attention--that provide me with the Spike I know from the show, and not the William The Misunderstood that I see a lot on various archives. With that in mind, realise that I have overcome a prejudice in order to say:
Barb G. gives good Spike.
If she can convince me, then she can convince any of you--and she'll please Spikefen all in one fell swoop. In "Old Habits", Spike is chipped and bitter about it. He stalks humans despite the pain it causes, until the night he finds an immortal. The hunger and the bloodthirst, the sex and the undeadness--all are hot, well described, and they work wonderfully as characterization for both Spike and Methos (who is, understandably, angsting over dumping Kronos in a well. As you do.)
Old Habits
Pairing: Spike/Methos
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Barb G.'s Multifanplex
Why this must be read:
Let me first state that I am not a Spike fan. And, doubtless because of that fact, I don't go around finding many Spike stories that grab my attention--that provide me with the Spike I know from the show, and not the William The Misunderstood that I see a lot on various archives. With that in mind, realise that I have overcome a prejudice in order to say:
Barb G. gives good Spike.
If she can convince me, then she can convince any of you--and she'll please Spikefen all in one fell swoop. In "Old Habits", Spike is chipped and bitter about it. He stalks humans despite the pain it causes, until the night he finds an immortal. The hunger and the bloodthirst, the sex and the undeadness--all are hot, well described, and they work wonderfully as characterization for both Spike and Methos (who is, understandably, angsting over dumping Kronos in a well. As you do.)
He falls back and I follow him down but he turns and slips away from me. He's reaching into his jacket. Instead of a stake he pulls out a bloody sword. I keep my vamp face on, snarling again, but back up as the sword touches my neck.
"A lesser known method of dispatching, but just as effective," the man says. He has an English accent and he speaks lightly, but he's studying me. "What kind of vampire asks questions first? Show me your face."
"Sod off," I snap. I can smell him; his heart is pumping and his veins are completely dilated. The hunger inside me makes my stomach clench and my teeth ache. I lick one of my fangs, angry at myself for dying hungry. He smells human and I'm willing to bet he tastes human. My own body's fired up and I can still hear the way he grunted when I hit him. It's good, despite the hunger. I'm going to die tonight and it's the first time I felt alive since they put in the chip. The irony tastes an awful lot like my own blood.
Old Habits

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