Lamia's Land of Insanity

It takes a village to raise a child

lamia4227@gmail.com — Thu, 20 Sep 2007 05:56:10 GMT

And every village needs an idiot. Or idiotic bitch, whatever.

I arrived at work today a 3pm. At 4 I got a phone call from my bf saying my son hasn't come home from school. (I need to add here that he IS home now and is okay.) I told my bf to ask his sister, who we live with, to send her son to my son's friend's house to ask if Alex was on the bus. The point of which being that I would then know if we need to check the neighborhood, call the school, or immediately call the police. Now, at this point the situation involves my 11 year old MISSING son, and the family members living in our house. So our neighbor, who 'loves kids' and is planning to work as a 'popcorn mom' at my daughter's elementary school, tells my bf's sister that "It's not your problem, let his parents worry about it." I ended up haveing to leave work to go talk to his friends myself, because his dad don't know where they live. Which is something that I need to change, in case something like this happens again.

WHAT THE FUCKI!!!!????? First of all, a missing child should be everyone's problem. If my worst enemy came to me and said their child was missing, I would do everything in my power to assist in finding that child. But this woman has the nerve to tell the missing child's Aunt, who lives with him, that he isn't her problem? And then, when I confronted her, and told her is was not her place to decide who's problem it was, she tells me "Well, its not her child, you just live there." And? Its not her son, but it is an 11 year old child who lives in her home, in a town where children get killed by drunk drivers and other crazies more often than one would expect in a 'good' neighborhood.

So, being the overprotective mom/vindictive bitch that I am, I have set out to ruin the bitches life. Seeing as I work at the local liquor store, I have access to pretty much the whole neighborhood. I have taken it upon myself to start the process of telling everyone on the block her reaction to my child not coming home from school. The next step is to go to my daughter's school as a concerned parent, and calmly let them know what type of woman is planning to make and serve popcorn to the children. After all, if anything that happens to a child that isn't hers is not her problem, should she be working in an elementary school? I may be taking things a bit far, but there are three basic rules to life:

1) Don't piss off the people who serve your food. This results in you injesting spit, or other bodily fluids in place of condiments. Gross, but true.

2) If you are an alcoholic, don't piss off the people who serve/sell your alcohol. This will result in the only liquor store in your area refusing to serve you, or banning you altoghether. And when the owners of the only bar in the area are regular customers of said store, and friends with most of said store's employees, your chances there don't look good either. Trust me on this, us service types stick together.

3) Don't fuck with anyones kids. The world's worst mother will still fuck you over but good if you fuck with her kids. A good mom will fuck you over worse. Good mom's without their bipolar/anxiety medication with fuck up your face, and your life, and your friend's lives, and your car, and your friends car, and so on, and no jury with even one parent on it will convict her of a crime as long as you're still breathing.

Anyway, Alex is luckily okay. He got confused and thought it was his day to get his sister from school, so his 45 minutes of "missing" was walking to his sister's school and waiting around for 20 minutes before figureing out she already got picked up and walking home.

I may dissapear for a while. I may end up in jail for beating the fuck out of our village idiot.

Challenge Drabbles

lamia4227@gmail.com — Sun, 20 May 2007 21:39:22 GMT

Title: Silence is Golden
Wordcount: 200
Fandom: Anita Blake
Challenge: #56 Proverbs
Summary: Anita babysits Spike
Disclaimer: Not mine. Even though the thought of Spike all chained up and helpless is appealing.
Notes: No real spoilers, but set during season 7 of Buffy.

Xander entered the basement to be greeted by Anita's usually bout of yelling. He was expecting it. Anita was always yelling at someone for something, and he'd left her half an hour ago to watch Spike, who was chained up and spouting some kind of nonsense about killing them all when he left.
"How exactly did I get stuck babysitting Billy Idol here? Do you realize he never shuts up?"
She glared at him, hands on her hips, the anger he had grown used to rolling off of her in waves in the stony silence. Wait a minute. Silence?
"I don't hear anything, so Spike must have given up him whining at some point. How did you ever manage that?"
She actually looked at her feet an smiled a bit.
"You know how they say 'speech is silver, silence is golden'? Well, I've got a foot note for ya. Duct tape is silver."
Xander looked over to where Spike was chained, sitting on the floor, several layers of duct tape over his mouth, and burst out laughing. When he noticed Anita's raise eyebrow and mischievous smile, he choked out a verbal reply.
"I can't believe we never thought of that."

Title: An Ounce of Prevention
Wordcount:
Fandom: Batman
Challenge: #56 Proverbs
Summary: Xander finds someone who agrees with him about Angel
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just playing with them a bit.
Notes: FFA Pairing # Xander/Alfred

Buffy was gonna kill him, he knew it. Of course, if he was gonna have to hide for the rest of his life, he could think of worse places than Bruce Wayne's mansion. And really, he didn't see Buffy even looking anywhere near Gotham for him. He only found out about his uncle a few months ago, and there had been so much focus on the next apocalypse that he never found the time to tell even Willow.
"It's not like I planned on it Uncle Alfred. But I saw the way Angel and Cordy looked at each other. And I just got this feeling like a knife in my gut."
"I understand my boy, you care for the girl, yes?"
"Yeah, I do, but it wasn't jealousy. If it were any other guy I'd have been happy for her. But I just kept thinking about what happened before. Loving Buffy made him lose his soul and start killing people. I just kept thinking of all those people he killed back then, and next I knew my crossbow fired and he was dust."
"I don't blame you, Alexander. After all, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure."

Updating Non-updates

lamia4227@gmail.com — Tue, 01 May 2007 04:34:21 GMT

I know, I suck. I am trying to write again, really. I have updated my todo list, and hope to at least write something remotely on time. Its kinda sad when I can't meet a deadline that I set for myself.

What the hell is my problem

lamia4227@gmail.com — Sun, 29 Apr 2007 01:32:42 GMT

Okay, I suck. I have accomplished absolutely nothing in three months. I still live in the basement of hell, I still don't have a car, and I haven't written in ages. I need to give myself a serious kick in the ass and DO SOMETHING...other than WoW.

MEME

lamia4227@gmail.com — Sun, 01 Apr 2007 17:36:46 GMT

Stole this from satyrnfive What can I say, Shirtless Kirk compelled me. ;)

I'm a Lifer!

To you, a job is what pays the bills. You put in your hours, follow the rules, and then go home. Occasionally, you consider quitting, but then you think of how bad the job market is and you reconsider. Whatever happiness you get, you get from your life outside the workplace. Relationships, family, hobbies, and outside creative pursuits are what really matter to you. You're probably taking this test at work because you don't have anything better to do.

Talent: 33%
Lifer: 59%
Mandarin: 44%

Take the Talent, Lifer, or Mandarin quiz.

Its Picture Day!

lamia4227@gmail.com — Tue, 27 Mar 2007 12:27:33 GMT

It's picture day at my son's school, and I just sent him off. I let him pick his clothes and stuff, and I helped with his hair. I'm betting he's the only fifth grader who takes a picture today with a winged skull dominating his dress shirt and a two inch mohawk. Once upon a time, I would have called this bad parenting. Today, all I can say is 'isn't he cute!'

Getting with it

lamia4227@gmail.com — Wed, 07 Mar 2007 20:22:52 GMT

I've been killing way too much time on World of Warcraft, so I'm taking an extended break to get some other stuff done. Today is cleaning day. I'm ignoring the asswipes I live with and cleaning the basement (which is basically my apartment) and both mine and the kids' bedrooms. Later tonight I plan to start working on updating my many WIPs as well as a couple pieces for 50_smutlets and tth5000. I've actually updated my todo list, and even plan to get the stuff on there done this month. Rather I actually do it all, well, we'll see.

Yay Me!

lamia4227@gmail.com — Sat, 03 Mar 2007 14:29:11 GMT

Finally! New job! It's a shitty job at the corner store, but its a freakin' job. And just because I'm sooooo happy, I'm gonna write. Hopefully even update something this week.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I'm back again

lamia4227@gmail.com — Sat, 20 Jan 2007 15:58:21 GMT

Finally, after two weeks of no internet, I'm all moved and reconnected. I still have a butt load of work to do to get the apartment together, but its all good. Hopefully I'll have everything done this weekend so I can start writing again.

One day to go....

lamia4227@gmail.com — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 18:40:06 GMT

Tomorrow is moving day! Too bad I still have half a house to pack. ;)
Prolly won't be seeing too much of me for a while. Charter doesn't service the area I'm moving too, so I have to get a new internet connection set up. Until that happens, my internet time will be sadly limited to library visits. I will still be updateing fics soon, irregular though it will be. Hopefully it won't take long to get my 'net connection up and running in the new apartment.
Love ya guys! Hope to be back soon.

Broken

lamia4227@gmail.com — Wed, 27 Dec 2006 20:21:16 GMT

I'm moving. In, like six days. No big deal except that the decision to move was made last night when I finally snapped from the stress. My mother has finally forced me to actually choose between my family and my boyfriend. She actually made the decision easy when she announced that she was calling protective service to try and have my children taken away. Because; she doesn't like my boyfriend, therefore I am stupid for not kicking him out; I have two children, 4 and 10, therefore my house cannot be clean by her OCD standards 24-7; and because my boyfriend dared tell my kids and the two who slept over to clean up the mess they made with their toys. Apparently, he is not really my boyfriend but a housekeeper/slave who should follow the kids around and clean their messes as they make them, and expecting the kids to contribute in any way is just wrong.

So, I've got six days to pack up and entire house of stuff. The only spot of joy, sadistic as it seems, is that she has to move too. She can't stay in this house when we leave because I pay everything, and she's gonna be evicted because I sure as hell ain't making a house payment if I don't live here, and because all the utilities are in my name. Except the cable and internet, but those won't do much for her when there is no electricity, gas, water, or phone. I've already called all of them and arranged for everything to be shut off Tuesday afternoon, and I'll be gone that morning. Part of me thinks I'm being petty and creul to an elderly woman, but the other part keeps hearing her threaten my kids, and I just don't care anymore.

Anyway, I don't know how long it will take to get an internet connection set up at the new place, so this may be my last week online, and most of my time will be spent getting ready to move.

Pairings for the Xan-man

lamia4227@gmail.com — Sat, 23 Dec 2006 21:35:57 GMT

I need pairings for Xander smutlets. So give it to me. Let me know who you wanna see Xander get down ans dirty with, cause I need inspiration for smut. And, if you're too young to read the smut, I'll even write a less that NC-17 version for you. ;)

Christmas By Moonlight

lamia4227@gmail.com — Sat, 23 Dec 2006 18:47:46 GMT

Title: Christmas by Moonlight
Author: Lamia (lamia4227@gmail.com)
Rating: FR13
Pairing: Dawn Summers/Richard Zeeman
Challenge: Bah Humbug, twisted shorts.
Word Count: 1325
Disclaimer: Not mine. None of it. All things Buffy belong to Joss et all; all things Anita Blake belong to LKH.
Summary: Dawn’s first Christmas in St. Louis.
A/N: Part of the Moonlight series. And yes, I know I shouldn’t be writing sequels before the first story is done, but I saw the challenge, and I couldn’t resist.

Christmas By Moonlight

Dawn sat at her desk as the last of her students left for the day. Actually, she sat at her next nearly the whole day. The last day before Christmas break was no time to actually try to teach anything, so she went through a full day of classes letting her students spend their time socializing. She was actually proud of herself. She went through six classes and an entire lunch hour listening to rambunctious thirteen year olds plan out their holiday activities, and she only had to stop herself from banging her head on the desk four times.

It was sad, really. Christmas used to be one of her favorite times of year. Family, presents, and lots of food, what wasn’t to love about that? Of course, this year her family was six hundred miles away. That took a lot of the fun out of opening presents and gorging on endless food. Richard had invited her to spend the holiday with him at his mother’s house, but she didn’t want to intrude on his family moment. Besides, it just wasn’t the same if she didn’t have to fight Buffy for the last of the cranberry sauce. She wiped an escaping tear from her face, happy at least that none of her students decided to linger and catch her crying.

Taking a deep breath, she sat in the silence of the empty classroom, trying to figure out when she had become so pathetic. She was the one who wanted to move away from Cleveland. She was the one who wanted a life outside the council. Okay, Dawn, get it together. Tonight is the last time you’re gonna see Richard for a week, and you don’t need to broadcast your dweebness. Her mental berating finished, she dug a tissue from her desk and dried her eyes just in time to see Richard enter the room.

“Hey you.” She gave him the best smile she could manage, which was considerably better now that he was there. He always made her feel better, and she was gonna feel as better as she could before he left.

“Hey you.” He closed the door before crossing the room to sit on her desk. “So, you gonna tell me why you were crying, or do I have to tickle answers out of you?”

“I wasn’t…Fine. I cried a little. But it’s no big. Just getting sentimental in my old age.” That earned her a smile. God, the things that smile did to her…”So, what are we doing tonight?”

“Well, since you seem so determined to spend the real Christmas all alone, I thought we’d do it a bit early.”

“Do what early?”

“Christmas. Go home, get dressed, and come by my house to get your present. And I’ve got a surprise for you.” She wasn’t sure she liked the look in his eyes when he said that. Which is why she had to ask.

“Is it a good surprise, or an I’m-gonna-spend-years-plotting-revenge surprise?”

“Good surprise. Promise.”

“Is it a naked surprise?” Naked smoochies would definitely make her feel better.

“You’ll just have to come by to see.”

* * * * * * * *

Two hours later she pulled up in front of Richard’s house. Stepping out of the car, she smoothed her dress over her hips before walking up to the door. She was still dreading the holiday, and being alone for it, but Richard wanted an early Christmas, so she decided to at least act festive. This was why she was wearing a forest green dress, complete with matching heels. The dress even had red trim across the top, which covered just enough to be in public, and the hem, which was just low enough to get one of her students sent home if they wore it to school. Richard never really answered the ‘naked surprise’ question, but this dress was sure to help her in getting there.

She knocked on the door, and a moment later Richard stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind him. Just the sight of him made her knees go weak. God, he was only gonna be gone a few days, but she was gonna miss him something awful.

“Ready for your present.”

“Is it something I need to prepare for?”

He just smiled as he handed her a small gift-wrapped box. She carefully removed the paper to find a velvet jewelry box, just the right size for...

“Richard, it’s beautiful.” She looked up from the gold and diamond ring to find Richard kneeling in front of her. A few seconds later, she remembered to breathe.

“So, you gonna make an honest man of me?” She just stood there, unable to speak around the rapid breaths she seemed unable to control. His chocolate eyes danced at her, obviously enjoying her moment of speechlessness. After what felt like an eternity, she gave up the effort to form word and tackled him to the ground, her lips finding his, putting all the words she couldn’t say into a kiss. When they finally broke the kiss, he just lay there, pinned beneath her, and smiled.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes it is.”

“Good. Now you get your surprise.”

Dawn jumped to her feet, dragging him up with her.

“That wasn’t my surprise? ‘Cause, I’m not sure I could take anything more surprising and not have a heart attack.”

“Just one more.”

Richard opened the door and they stepped into darkness. As soon as he flipped on a light Dawn was almost deafened by the massive shouts of “MERRY CHRISTMAS DAWNIE!”

“Oh. My. God.” Dawn stopped dead in her tracks, looking around at the people standing in front of her. Buffy, Giles, Willow, Xander, Faith, even Andrew, were all gathered in Richards’s living room. “How?”

No answer came. Not at first, anyway. Dawn was passed from hug to hug as her friends and family all spoke in a rush of greetings. The next several hours were spent catching up, decorating the tree, and drinking lots of eggnog. She got the story in bits and pieces. Richard was worried about Dawn being so obviously depressed about Christmas, so he called Buffy, who got everyone to St. Louis. Even Angel and Spike, who were staying at the Circus, where the ‘official Scooby Christmas party’ would be the next night.

Later in the evening, Dawn drug Richard into the kitchen, looking happier than he’d seen her in days. She said nothing, just gave him the look that he knew meant “spill it.”

“Merry Christmas?”

“Un-uh. Spill. How long have you had this planned?”

“About a week.”

“A week? But, you’re supposed to be leaving tomorrow to go to your mom’s for Christmas.”

He shrugged. “And you’re supposed to be setting in for a good long pout. I couldn’t actually leave you all alone for Christmas, I love you too much. So I called Buffy so you’d have your family here. The proposal was actually supposed to be later, after we were alone, but I had to distract you. The surprise wouldn’t work if you were paying enough attention to hear the six extra heartbeats in the house.”

“Oh. So, when are you leaving?” She was torn between being ecstatically happy, and utterly depressed that he was still leaving her for the holiday, just not utterly alone.

“I’m not. I called my mom after I called Buffy. Her and my brothers will be here tomorrow. We’re all gonna have Christmas dinner here.” He pulled her into his arms and held her close while he continued. “Family should be together this time of year. And, as long as you marry me before you realize you could do much better, you are my family. Which makes your family my family. And this made a lot more sense in my head.”

“Does this mean no naked surprise?”

“I’m sure we could work that out.”

Maybe Christmas wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Obviously, I'm a follower.

lamia4227@gmail.com — Sat, 23 Dec 2006 04:18:31 GMT

Stealing memes while I attempt to ignore the asshats who live with me, namely my mom and may-soon-be-ex-boyfriend.

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Her Grace Lady Victoria the Cowardly of Dramble Buzzcock
Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

And, had to get a fortune cookie too! Sad thing is, it's actually fitting.

My Fortune Cookie told me:
You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely.
Get a cookie from Miss Fortune

I am now playing Infection

lamia4227@gmail.com — Fri, 01 Dec 2006 16:55:50 GMT


my status

my team status

infection status

game status

Ups and Downs

lamia4227@gmail.com — Tue, 21 Nov 2006 15:30:48 GMT

So, I haven't posted lately, cause I've been stuck in a bit of a funk. I hit two months off work, and the bills are piling up, the the whole 'act like nothings wrong so the kids don't worry' was not only tiring, but obviously didn't work. Today, I finally got clearance from my doctor to go back to work, and I still don't know who's more relieved - me, or my ten year old son who did a happy dance when I called to get a schedule from my suck ass retail job. But, today is a good day, so I thought I'd post here, since my nano died an unremarkable death, and I haven't written anything, fic of otherwise, in over a week. Maybe now that some of the pressure of real life can ease up, maybe, just maybe, I can get some fic out. :)
Today does have a down side, though. My happy-dancing 10 year old son is going to have a root canal today. Poor kid, but he has been promised that he can eat nothing but yogurt and soup if he's sore after, so he's okay with it. Of course, that means he's gonna help himself to my yogurt stash, but life can't be perfect.

New level of procrastination

lamia4227@gmail.com — Mon, 06 Nov 2006 22:17:46 GMT

I should be writing my nano. Or, at least working on one of the many updates on my todo list for the month. But, since I haven't been able to get a decent word out in two days, I made myself a crappy new website. It started because, since I couldn't write, I decided to play on the net. Unfortunatly, I came across my old site and realized a few things. First of all, the pop ups from 741 are annoying as all get out. I have three different blockers, and I still get hit with at least two pop ups per page. pftt. I also realized that the site basically sucked. And it hadn't been updated in, like, forever. So, I took everything off the site, completely redid each page to a)look nicer and b) match, added in all the new stories and updates that were missing, and moved to a new host. Still a free site, 'cause I'm broke, and still pretty basic, both 'cause I'm lazy and know nothing about any type of code. Overall, its been a productive few hours. Sadly, it was hours I should have spent writing. If anyone wants to see how productive procrastination can be, or just wanna tell me my site sucks monkey balls, check out my little world

I just lost it....

lamia4227@gmail.com — Sun, 29 Oct 2006 00:02:44 GMT

"It" being THE GAME!!!!!

If you don't know what the came is,

Rule 1: You are playing the game. Everyone is playing the game. They always have been and always will be. Participation in the game requires neither concent nor knowledge of its existance.

Rule 2:Whenever you think about the game, you lose. Loss is temporary. As soon as you forget about the game, you start winning again.

Rule 3: Loss must be announced. You must tell everyone that you can of your loss. You must explain the rules to anyone who did not realize they were playing.
Which is why I stole the wording of the rules from Lose the Game

Best Rescue Ever: Dawn/Methos

lamia4227@gmail.com — Tue, 24 Oct 2006 23:01:26 GMT

Title: Best Rescue Ever
Author: Lamia (lamia4227@gmail.com)
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine. The Buffyverse belongs to Joss. Highlander belongs to someone not me, not sure who.
Prompt: 19 - Restraints
Claim: Dawn/Methos
Wordcount: 869
Summary: He rescued her. So why wasn’t he untying her now? Part of the End of All ‘verse
Warnings: Human sacrifice / bondage play

It didn’t surprise her really. Years as the slayer’s sister had somewhat numbed her fear involving kidnapping. Of course, being immortal helped. She’d fought back, struggled against her captors. If they hadn’t been able to take her sword, she’d have gotten away. But without a weapon, she was just Dawn. Sure, she knew how to fight, but one human girl against three men was never good odds. So being stretched out and tied to an altar didn’t surprise her at all. What did surprise her was the unexpected rescue. She didn’t think anyone knew she was missing yet, but Angel and Adam burst through the door, and within minutes her captors were gone, fleeing for their lives.

Angel, after confirming that she was mostly unhurt, left Adam to free her so he could beat the pending sunrise. She watched Adam slowly make his way towards her without a word. As he walked slowly, silently around the alter, She was suddenly very aware of the small, sheer negligee she had gone to bed in that night. She felt her face heat up as his eyes roamed over the thin fabric. Finally, the silence became too much.

“So, you gonna untie me, or are you enjoying the show too much?” He smiled then, that ageless smile of his. She had always loved that smile, the one that gave lie to his charade of youth.

“I don’t know, Princess. The situation looks like it might have some potential.”

She knew exactly what he meant. That tone in a man’s voice only meant one thing, and Dawn was trying to hide her excitement at that knowledge. She raised an eyebrow at him, pretending she didn’t know, didn’t want. She had been taken, placed here against her will. Wasn’t it wrong to suddenly want to stay there?

Those thoughts only lasted long enough for him to touch her. It was next to nothing, just a light brush of his fingers against her arm, but it sent a shiver through her. Only his touch could do so much. It wasn’t love, not quite, but there was something between them that made his touch so different from anyone else’s. He moved his hands in gentle caresses down her arms, along her ribs. Her breath caught as his hand grazed over her breast. She looked up at him silently, wanting, waiting for more.

His hands continued their exploration as he brought his lips to hers in a gentle, almost chaste kiss. She closed her eyes as their lips parted, only a breath between them. She was trembling as the tip of his tongue brushed her lips. Just a touch, a gentle brush, next to nothing. And it was driving her crazy. She raised her head enough to force her lips to his, and the gentle teasing ended as he devoured her through the kiss.

His hand went to her thigh, just below the edge of the fabric that barely covered her. He slid his hand up along her skin, until the found the thin layer of silk covering her sex. Even through the thin cloth he could feel her wetness. She moaned into his mouth, pushing herself against his hand. He tore the silk away from her body, his mouth never leaving hers. His fingers danced along the tender lips that were now exposed. She struggled against her ropes, trying desperately to press closer to him. He ignored her struggles, brushing his thumb roughly against her clit as he slipped a finger into her wetness, his other hand tangled in her hair, keeping her mouth to his.

He broke the kiss, using her hair to turn her head, trailing kissed down her neck and shoulder. Her moans grew louder, speaking his name. Continuing to work her clit with his thumb, he added a second finger to the first, plunging in and out, fucking her with his hand. He moved his lips back to hers, swallowing her screams as he brought her to her climax.

Riding the wave of pleasure that filled her, she barely noticed as he broke the kiss and moved away from her. Moments later, she suddenly became aware that he had unfastened his pants when she felt his weight above her, replacing his oh-so-talented hand with his cock. As he pushed into her, she rose as much as her bindings would allow to meet him. His lips swooped down to once again claim hers as he thrust into her, hard and quick, so hard it was almost pain. Almost, but not quite. She felt the familiar pressure building again until she was swept over the edge. She screamed once more into his kiss, her body tightening with her orgasm, pulling release from Adam as well.

As she lay with her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath, she was dimly aware of Adam releasing her ropes and lifting her to cradle her in his arms. She rested her head on her shoulder, relishing the feeling of being held in his arms for a long moment. After a while she opened her eyes to look into his.

“Ya know, I’ve been kidnapped way too many times. But, I gotta say, this was the best rescue ever.”

Against My Will - Xander/Anita

lamia4227@gmail.com — Tue, 24 Oct 2006 03:32:34 GMT

Title: Against My Will
Author: Lamia (lamia4227@gmail.com)
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: All thing Buffy belong to the JossGod, all things Anita Blake belong to Laurell K. Hamilton
Prompt: 16 - magic
Claim: Xander
Pairing: Xander/Anita
Wordcount: 903
Summary: When he came to her for help, he had no idea what he was getting into.
Warnings: Sort of non-consensual – consent due to magic.

Xander looked up at the woman on the other side of the desk. He had come to St. Louis to speak with Anita Blake about a problem they were having in Cleveland with psycho using zombies to kill people. He had been answering her inane questions for over an hour now. Yes, he realized there are laws in place to handle this type of situation. No, he hadn’t informed the local authorities. No, he didn’t think he and his friends were ‘above the law’, but they knew the dangers. No, the local police were not equipped to handle a psychotic animator, no matter how much they liked to believe they did.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room had changed. Anita had stopped her questioning and was staring at him with glazed eyes. She took a deep breath and licked her lips.

“Get out.” She said it soft, quiet, like she didn’t really mean it.

“What do you mean ‘get out?’ Are you going to help us or not?”

She rose slowly from her seat, somehow appearing graceful at the same time as seeming to fight the motion. Her eyes never leaving his, she made her way slowly around the desk. When she was only a few feet from Xander he stood up, knocking over his chair in the process.

“Look lady, I don’t know what’s going on here, but I don’t like it. You’re all stalk-y and looking at me like food and you shouldn’t be ‘cause I barely even know you - Wow, you sure have a lot of weapons.” His eye was on the holster that flashed as her jacket swayed with her movement, the outline of knife sheathes beneath the sleeves of her silk blouse. With a memory of why he was here, he knew this woman was dangerous. He felt the magic in the air, a building pressure threatening to drown him, and wondered how fast he was gonna die.

When his back hit the wall, she still hadn’t said a word. The distance between them was closing, and Xander was starting to panic. He didn’t know what the fuck was happening, but he knew it was magic, and definitely of the bad. He knew he needed to say something that could stop this, cursing himself for moving away from the door. After a moment of imagining her tearing his throat out with her teeth, panic helped him find his voice.

“Whatever you’re about to do, you should know my friends won’t be happy. You kill me, they’re gonna kill you. I’m not kidd…” His words were stopped by a finger on his lips. Suddenly the panic fled in a storm of lust. His pulse quickened, his breathing became quick and shallow, and the only coherent thought was her.

Before he was completely aware of what was happening her lips were on his. Lips parted and tongues searched, touching and tasting everything in reach. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, rough and needing, nothing close to a gently caress. It seemed like only seconds before their clothes were gone and they were on the floor, their skin rubbed harshly against the carpet as she pulled him down on top of her.

Somewhere, far in the back of his mind, came the thought that this was wrong, that they were strangers. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the need. He plunged himself into her, hard, fast, tearing a scream from her throat that was only half pain. They moved together, thrusting to meet one another, the only sounds the bearing of flesh on flesh and their ragged, gasping breaths. He felt the pressure building, building to the point of pain, until she contracted around him, bringing him to release with a scream of pleasure that matched her own.

He rolled himself off of her and they lay there, panting, trying to catch their breath. Xander turned to her and caught her gaze. She blushed. Her face turned a bright red that could only be managed by the palest of complexions. She jumped up, grabbing her discarded clothing and dressing quickly. Xander followed her lead, and as he slipped his t-shirt over his head and pulled it down over his chest, she was already back behind her desk. Not wanting to take the chance of getting too close to her again, he leaned his back against the wall.

“What the hell just happened?”

She answered him with a glare. He could tell her embarrassment was fading to anger. But he felt used, violated, like he’d had no control of his actions. Visions of Faith swarmed through his mind, and he forced them back. So not going there.

“I didn’t mean ‘what’ in a literal sense. I was here, I know ‘what’ happened. I want to know how. Why? What the fuck made that happen?”

After a few minutes of silence, she finally answered in a meek whisper.

“The arduer.”

“What?”

“Look, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll book a flight to Cleveland, help you out with you’re animator problem, and neither of us. Ever. Speak. Of. This. Again.”

“Fine.” That one word was cold, void of any emotion. He forced his face to match as he stalked towards the door. Just as he opened it, she stopped him.

“Xander?” He turned, his face a mask of cold emptiness. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. Me too.” And then he was gone.

TTH5000 prompt list - Xander

lamia4227@gmail.com — Mon, 23 Oct 2006 23:23:37 GMT

Xander prompts - TTH5000

1. An alternate universe.
2. A demonic posession.
3. A ritual sacrifice.
4. A twin/clone/evil!double/good!double.
5. An age spell (older or younger).
6. Body switching.
7. Character turns evil (temporary or permanent).
8. A television interview.
9. When the world finds out.
10. A fight between two characters.
11. A character gets arrested for a crime they didn't commit.
12. A sexual mishap (humorous first time, etc.)
13. A new pet.
14. A week in the hospital.
15. A work of art.
16. "Once More With Feeling" - take two.
17. Role-play games gone bad.
18. Going undercover.
19. High school reunion.
20. Answer to any challenge posted prior to 10/01/2006 at http://www.tthfanfic.com - cannot include any challenge that is limited to less than 5k words, obviously.

Updates update

lamia4227@gmail.com — Mon, 23 Oct 2006 20:48:24 GMT

Not that anyone cares, but I though I'd update my list of fics to update before NaNo starts in a few days.

Can't Fight the Moonlight - update posted
When Harry met Buffy update being written
Deleted Scenes (Dawn/Methos 50_smutlets claim) not yet started, but will be
Smutty Xander Goodness (Xander Harris 50_smutlets claim) not yet started, but will be
Death Eaters on the Hellmouth (BIG maybe on this one)not gonna get to it
Sweet Valley...Triplets? (Again, BIG maybe) not gonna get to this one eithe
By Reason of Insanity (Harry Potter/Xander Harris fic. This is the not-yet-posted story that I was supposed to write for the TTH summer fic-a-thon) first chapter posted

Basically I'm left with three fics left to update before the end of the month. Not too hard, right? Right?

Oh,and happy day. The cast is off! Of course, I'm still gonna be off work and broke for four more weeks. But no cast.

Should be writing, but.........

lamia4227@gmail.com — Sun, 22 Oct 2006 00:23:01 GMT

You scored as Hermoine. You're a dork, but at least you're smart. You're a perfectionist, who doesn't deal well with problems. However, you are true to your words and therefore dependable. You love Ron.

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Hermoine

92%

Fred and George

92%

Luna Lovegood

67%

Hagrid

58%

Severus Snape

58%

Remus Lupin

58%

Tonks

50%

Ron

50%

Sirius Black

50%

Harry Potter

42%

Draco Malfoy

42%

Neville Longbottom

33%

Dumbledore

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You scored as Violet Baudelaire. Violet, the oldest of the trio, loved to invent. You\'re always poking around with gadgets and gizmos, but you also look out for your younger siblings... and you\'re into romance, as well, I see. Here\'s hoping you don\'t die soon!

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Violet Baudelaire

75%

Esme Squalor

69%

Carmelita Spats

69%

Jacques Snicket

63%

Sunny Baudelaire

63%

Klaus Baudelaire

56%

Count Olaf

50%

Isadora Quagmire

44%

Lemony Snicket

38%

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Self-imposed Deadlines

lamia4227@gmail.com — Sat, 21 Oct 2006 19:17:50 GMT

NaNoWriMo starts in 10 days. That means I have ten days to write, send to beta, get back from beta, and post updates for any WIPs I'm working on.
The goal is to update everything now so that I don't have any fanfics nagging me while I write for NaNo. Stories I plan to update:
Can't Fight the Moonlight
When Harry met Buffy
Deleted Scenes (Dawn/Methos 50_smutlets claim)
Smutty Xander Goodness (Xander Harris 50_smutlets claim)
Death Eaters on the Hellmouth (BIG maybe on this one)
Sweet Valley...Triplets? (Again, BIG maybe)
By Reason of Insanity (Harry Potter/Xander Harris fic. This is the not-yet-posted story that I was supposed to write for the TTH summer fic-a-thon)

This means I have seven stories to post/update, only one of which has yet been written and sent for beta, in the next ten days. And I have to explain to my two best buds why they drove 40 miles to visit me to watch me write.

What f***ed version of hello kitty are you

lamia4227@gmail.com — Thu, 19 Oct 2006 19:04:43 GMT

what fucked version of hello kittie are you?

very fucked.
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