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crack_van2004-03-26 12:34 am
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"News of my Death" by Julie Fortune (R)
Fandom: BUFFY the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Drusilla, Buffy/Angel
Author's website: Fanfic for the Fearless!
Author on LJ:
juliefortune
Why this must be read:
All of Julie Fortune's stories are excellent - "News of my Death" shows off her skill at pacing, plotting, character voice, and most of all, building tension. Also, bonus points for giving Whistler another appearance, and expanding his role in the Buffyverse.
This piece, like the last rec, also has some great old-school Buffy vibes - plus a little "From Dusk 'Til Dawn" feel. Shortly after the events of "Becoming," Buffy finds herself stranded in a tiny desert town. Unfortunately, a couple of other familiar faces are stuck there too - and they're not the worst trouble in town.
Oh God, Giles thought. He didn’t dare think about it further. His imagination was too good, his empathy too well developed. "Where is she?"
Whistler studied him. Shook his head. "Not yet. She’s got stuff to do. Time for the Slayer to get out and see the world."
"But she’s – alive?"
Whistler checked his watch.
"Yeah," he said. "For another – two and a half hours."
News of my Death
Pairing: Spike/Drusilla, Buffy/Angel
Author's website: Fanfic for the Fearless!
Author on LJ:
Why this must be read:
All of Julie Fortune's stories are excellent - "News of my Death" shows off her skill at pacing, plotting, character voice, and most of all, building tension. Also, bonus points for giving Whistler another appearance, and expanding his role in the Buffyverse.
This piece, like the last rec, also has some great old-school Buffy vibes - plus a little "From Dusk 'Til Dawn" feel. Shortly after the events of "Becoming," Buffy finds herself stranded in a tiny desert town. Unfortunately, a couple of other familiar faces are stuck there too - and they're not the worst trouble in town.
Oh God, Giles thought. He didn’t dare think about it further. His imagination was too good, his empathy too well developed. "Where is she?"
Whistler studied him. Shook his head. "Not yet. She’s got stuff to do. Time for the Slayer to get out and see the world."
"But she’s – alive?"
Whistler checked his watch.
"Yeah," he said. "For another – two and a half hours."
News of my Death
