CrevanFox's Fic

Rehabilitation
Angel
drabble
prompt was can, for open on sunday



She'd been in the can for a couple of years when he came for her. His visit got her out of group therapy, so there's a plus.

But then he told her that Angel was gone and the world needed a hero. She figures the shit's really hit the fan if the closest thing around that resembles a hero is her.

Wow, it really must be the apocolypse.

She's in here because she deserves to be. She breaks out because it's her job (and no one else can do it).

Besides, Faith figures, as safety glass shatters around her, she's feeling pretty rehabilitated already.

What she came for
Buffy/Angel
prompt was Franz Ferdinand song titles

This is what she came for.

To revel in the violence of being a Slayer. Punches, kicks, a knee to the stomach, to the face.

She's beating up a vamp she lured out of the Bronze.

She's beating up a perv for what's in his wallet, a place to stay.

This is what she came for.

To escape. From her demons, both literal and figurative. To run, always to run, which is the nature of the girl.

She's in Sunnydale to escape the demon that killed her Watcher Oh God, how could she leave her like that? to that?

She's in L.A. to escape Buffy and friends, demons of her own making. She doesn't even know who she is anymore.

This is what she came for.

To atone.

She's turning herself in, she's breaking out of prison to fight Angelus, she's going back to Sunnydale to face the people she's hurt.

This is what Faith came for.

Duty
Dresden Files
prompt was Micheal at dresdenflashfic on LJ


( it is a bitter thing, to lose a friend to evil, before one loses him to death )

While Sleeping, I murder the world
Dresden Files bookverse
ficlet
prompt was sleep for Dresden flash fic on LJ

in text quote from Proven Guilty, p. 315
title is from the poem Monster, by Cliff J. Burns


( For Lucifer was once God's most beloved creation )


There is nothing that cannot be achieved
through sustained effort and an exertion of the
will; the mind can bend and shape reality at its
discretion; while sleeping, I murder the world.
-Violins in the Void

Dont tap the glass
Original
dribble

"No one knows where they came from, only that they couldn't survive in the real world. That's why we put them someplace safe." The guide said, sweeping an arm over the glass that was one side of the Angel sanctuary. Winged figures moved in the distance of the large dome.

She Who Drowns Is Not Bothered By the Rain
Night World (Daughter of Darkness)
ficlet

xposted to Twilight Tales and TTales on LJ

It was probably nothing. Really. The boy doted on her, would never hurt her. Couldn't hurt a fly. She worried at her lip.

But the half glimpsed glint in his eye, the darkness she sensed in him...

Mrs. Burdock pulled the ornate silver butterknife from the drawer.

The girl, Mary Lynette, was the closest thing she had to family. She cared about her. She'd go so far as to say she loved her like a daughter, here, far from the enclave and the rules, (and only in her own head).

As for the other rule, she was not quite free enough to tell her anything that might actually save her should the wolf turn.

"Here you are sweetie, maybe this will help you with your gasflap thing."

Hopefully the girl would still hear her warning.

"Gas cap. and thank you, Mrs B." Said Mary Lynnette as she reached for the knife, "I'm sure this will work perfectly."