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crossoverficSeries: Scourge
Author: dhark_charlotte
Fandoms: BtVS/Supernatural
Rating: PG.
Pairing/Character(s): Dru/Sam/Dean/?
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author: dhark_charlotte
Fandoms: BtVS/Supernatural
Rating: PG.
Pairing/Character(s): Dru/Sam/Dean/?
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
In plain speak: I don’t own anything, just my imagination.
Previous
Broken
He knew a sincere smile worked far better than a flirty wink. She was a confusing blend of child/woman/predator/lover and clung to him after the visions faded. He knew he should resent her for killing them, but their souls had been damned long before they met despite his efforts on his brother’s behalf. The hounds had howled in frustration and Dean laughed at the bitch as she raged. The little spark left behind had accepted his fate and the deal was broken. Sharp nails clutched as he paid homage to the mouth that saved him and liberator became lover again.
Family
They were timeless, turning away the pretenders and keeping their own council. It was family they craved long before they knew what to call it and long after the Slayers and their enemies fell, The Scourge remained. His vision was clear and since she had made him, Sam’s understanding improved with each year’s passage. Hunters came, time and again. They were expected each time. Some left with a warning, others, not at all. They all learned to make way for the midnight tinted muscle car. Its never tiring growl roared endlessly down the back roads. Only humans had to sleep.
Shanshue’d
His taunting words enraged the men, but the true threat lay behind feminine eyes. Brown and Green, they weighed and schemed and found him wanting. Jealousy was his motivation, the desire for something more than his solitary existence. The smallest part of her desperately wanted to welcome him into the fold, but flashes of past destruction passed between Mummy and Childe and the Three said Choose. There was no other choice to make. His heartbeat filled her senses and she heard it break when she turned him away. Life was Daddy’s disease and he had wanted her to cure him.
TBC... Maybe
Previous
Spark
A V-8 growl heralded their path of destruction. A chariot black as night. Hunting both predator and prey, all fled the Scourge. Dean should’ve been the one to accomplish their goal, but no, it was Sam. Puppy eyes and flashing dimples worked their magic and the Key was theirs with no more protest than a lust filled moan. The Spark was held deep inside and The Slayer refused to put out its light. The Scourge was four again and this time Drusilla was the Mummy. Soon those in the dark feared them more than the Slayers and Mummy was content.
Broken
He knew a sincere smile worked far better than a flirty wink. She was a confusing blend of child/woman/predator/lover and clung to him after the visions faded. He knew he should resent her for killing them, but their souls had been damned long before they met despite his efforts on his brother’s behalf. The hounds had howled in frustration and Dean laughed at the bitch as she raged. The little spark left behind had accepted his fate and the deal was broken. Sharp nails clutched as he paid homage to the mouth that saved him and liberator became lover again.
Family
They were timeless, turning away the pretenders and keeping their own council. It was family they craved long before they knew what to call it and long after the Slayers and their enemies fell, The Scourge remained. His vision was clear and since she had made him, Sam’s understanding improved with each year’s passage. Hunters came, time and again. They were expected each time. Some left with a warning, others, not at all. They all learned to make way for the midnight tinted muscle car. Its never tiring growl roared endlessly down the back roads. Only humans had to sleep.
Shanshue’d
His taunting words enraged the men, but the true threat lay behind feminine eyes. Brown and Green, they weighed and schemed and found him wanting. Jealousy was his motivation, the desire for something more than his solitary existence. The smallest part of her desperately wanted to welcome him into the fold, but flashes of past destruction passed between Mummy and Childe and the Three said Choose. There was no other choice to make. His heartbeat filled her senses and she heard it break when she turned him away. Life was Daddy’s disease and he had wanted her to cure him.
TBC... Maybe
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