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So.

I seem to have acquired a diploma-shaped thing.

O.O!!!!!!!!

Guys, if you want to give me a graduation present, leave me drabble prompts please! It's a long flight home tomorrow, and a longer few weeks after that as that whole Real World Terror thing starts to hit, and so write-y distractions would be useful for both.

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skygiants

Of course there was no question of sending to Martha, who was engaged in saving the world in Wales and could not be distracted. It would be letting the vampire have things exactly his own way. Anyways, Mary felt quite sure that she and Dickon and Colin could take care of the matter, once properly armed with crosses, stakes, and water that if not quite holy had at least spent a great deal of time in proximity to Dickon. Colin, of course, was all for the scheme, and though Dickon was not so sanguine, he did have to admit it would be an excellent thing if they could get Sue Ellen back by dinner-time so Mrs. Sowerby wouldn’t have to worry.

And in fact everything went surprisingly well. Dickon’s tracking and woodland skills came in very useful at following the vampire to the lair where he was keeping Sue Ellen, and Colin, who was the fastest and by then also the strongest, managed to untie Sue Ellen quick as a wink and carry her to safety, but it was Mary who managed to get in the killing blow with the stake. It had not, as she said scornfully afterwards, been a very clever vampire, and certainly they were all three served well by the fact that he was bound to underestimate a trio of Edwardian children without any supernatural abilities whatsoever. Nonetheless, it was a definite triumph. Mary had never much seen the interest or advantage of having calling cards printed up before (having no one in society she particularly wished to call upon), but she spent some time now with Colin debating the merits of having cards printed up with ‘Vampire Slayer’ on them after their names. The two only decided against it with a great deal of regret.

One would have thought that that would be the end of the trouble, but it seemed that being the Friends and Family of an official Chosen One was nearly as dangerous an occupation as being the Chosen One oneself. Scarcely a month went by that did not see some thrill-seeking vampire or demon show up, either intent on Making the Slayer Suffer or simply behind on the news that the Official Slayer was no longer in the area. After it became clear that this state of affairs was likely to last for some time, Mary decided that it really rather suited her. Although of course she would have preferred that evil supernatural beings stay away from her home and not spend quite so much time menacing her acquaintances, all in all, she found their rate of appearance a surprisingly convenient one, allowing for a pleasant feeling of usefulness and being feared by evil without too often interrupting her other pursuits. If she had been Chosen as the One Vampire Slayer herself, she would have had no time at all for scientific research, and any chance of entering the medical profession would have been entirely lost – and goodness only knew what would have happened to her garden.

From:

genarti

SPARKLY HEARTS, MY FRIEND. SPARKLY HEARTS.

AND LOTS OF 'EM.

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skygiants

SPARKLY HEARTS RIGHT BACK AT YOU. <3333

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mercuriazs.livejournal.com

OH MY GOD.

BECCA.

<3333333

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skygiants

PRACTICALLY CANON, RIGHT?

UM.

(MERC RYM MADE IT EVEN BETTER GO LOOK!)

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rymenhild.livejournal.com

*DEAD*

*AND NOT IN THE VAMPIRIC SENSE EITHER*

**

It is a little-known fact that Lilias Craven did not actually die from falling off the swing and going into a hard labour. That is, on the eventful evening, Lilias Craven jumped off the swing, dusted three vampires and drove another to flee. Trauma from the attack induced her labour, and a little-regarded injury, compounded with it, took away the Slayer's life.

In the aftermath of this unhappy incident, the Watcher's Council never again permitted a Watcher to wed his Slayer.

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New prompt for you: Mary is quite surprised to find Uncle Archibald practising with a crossbow.

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skygiants

asdfjdksladjfBRILLIANCE, RYM, SHEER BRILLIANCE!!!

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rymenhild.livejournal.com

In the normal order of things, Colin Craven would have been trained up as a Watcher himself; but as his father had cut all ties with the Council in the aftermath of Mrs Craven's unfortunate death, Colin had been very carefully kept away from the whole business. Mr Craven gave orders that the words ‘vampire,’ ‘Slayer,’ ‘Watcher’, should never again be spoken within the walls of Misselthwaite Manor. He burnt his diaries in the library grate, and set out for the Continent. There Mr Craven made a habit of taking long walks after dark, and while he always carried stakes and crosses on his person, he should not have been displeased to be killed by a creature of the night.

When Colin appeared to be an invalid, Mr Craven was in some measure relieved of a concern; if the boy was sickly, he would never serve the Council, or stand beside a Slayer. Later, as Colin grew into health, Mr Craven never once spoke of vampires, and would not let anyone speak of Dark Magic in his presence. In fact, even when Colin Craven spoke of good Magic, meaning only the power of life itself, Mr Craven would generally flinch and change the subject at once.

Naturally, when Mr Wyndham came for Martha, there was a great row in the house. Every upper servant and underservant knew that Mr Craven took Mr Wyndham into his library and shouted at him for some hours, and that the fourth housemaid was obliged to clean broken glass and the last of the brandy off the floorboards afterwards. But nothing could be done; Martha Sowerby had been Chosen, and in his deepest heart Mr Craven found himself glad that it was Martha, and not Mary.

Thus it may well be understood that, when Mrs Sowerby came to thank Mr Craven for Colin’s and Mary’s help in rescuing Sue Ellen from a clutch of vampires, Mr Craven flew into a fury of a kind no one had seen since the day Lilias Craven died.