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If you write fic, original or fanfic, share a favourite passage, scene, or bit of dialogue that you've written. It doesn't necessarily have to be from what might be your favourite story over all, just something you've written that stands out for you as something you thought really came out well, that made you laugh, made you cry, or that you just damn well like! (any genre or type) (slash/het/gen/or something in between) A bit about why you like it would be nice to, though not a requirement. And a link to the story would be lovely:) Yeah, I'm demanding!

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(yes, I'll share mine at some point) (but I'm more interested in what you all come up with)

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[elycia.livejournal.com]

Okay, so I had to split it into three parts. Sue me. :-)


She stared back at him, put out at what she felt was an invasion of her privacy. "You know," she said crossly, "for somebody who looks like he's part drug-soaked flower child and part Gen-X grungemeister, you ask a lot of nosy questions." She got up from the couch and walked to the window, arms crossed over her chest.

"And *you* are avoiding answering them." The voice was right behind her, in her ear; she'd never heard him move. Catching her breath sharply, she whirled to face him. The brown eyes bored into hers, not hypnotic but demanding nonetheless.

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe my personal motives are none of your business?" she snapped, trying to breathe steadily despite her racing heart.

"Sure," he replied easily, "but in this case, I'm going to keep digging, because I can tell this all has something to do with Knight. He may be a weird one by our standards, but he's older and stronger than I am, plus he's got that short-tempered old Roman for a master, and I'm not especially anxious to add *him* to my list of enemies." When Natalie didn't respond, he began to pepper her with questions, his tone uncharacteristically businesslike.

"What exactly did he say to you, anyway? Does he want to help protect you from other vampires, or more likely, from me? I'll bet it's driving him nuts that I'm staying here, isn't it?"

"Do you think I'm crazy?" she cut in, her tone incredulous. "He doesn't know you're here!"

Vachon looked at her, clearly surprised, then his face slowly took on a dark seriousness that Natalie had never seen before; it made her uneasy. "Why not?" asked the vampire, his voice so changed she scarcely recognized it.

She didn't want to answer his question, but the vampiric sense was reverberating through her body, distracting her. Denying him the answer seemed almost like denying herself. Her own voice sounding strange in her ears, she said, "Because he's decided he has to help kill you."

Vachon stepped back abruptly, as if he'd received an electric shock. "Okay," he said, "that's it. I'm out of here." He turned his back on her, heading for the door.

"No!" she cried, almost involuntarily. "You can't leave!"

He stopped and looked at her. "Why not?" he asked, his voice flat and entirely devoid of its usual teasing tone.

"Well," she said shakily, "for one thing, it's almost sunrise." She smiled, trying very hard to be disarming.

"You're hedging," he said, advancing on her. "It's not cute anymore. Tell me: Why not?" His voice was stern.

"Because I--I need your help," she said uncertainly.