Regala Electra AKA Obraham Linbama's IDK BFF

I am profoundly tired and relieved at the same time. It is interesting to feel like that.

Sleeping for a week sounds tasty, but I do have work tomorrow. Damn.

It's okay, I'll do the working thing and then I'll have a weekend where I WON'T be stressing out over finishing a fic that took FOUR months to write. Over 9,000 words. I'm just happy I finished the damn thing. I pimp Kidney Punch again because DUDES. It took forever and a day.

And I'm strangely happy with how it turned out. The next part will be so much easier to write. It's just snark, sex, snark, and then some more sex. Making fun of SPN vampires. Seriously, I cannot wait.

One statement, instant hilarity: "Vampires mate for life."

*giggles*

A quick random conversation:

Vampires Mate for Life (And Other Wrong Facts About Vampires)
Rating: PG
Pairings: (Mentions of) Faith/Dean, Angel/Buffy, Buffy/Spike, Angel/Spike, Buffy/Angel/Spike

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"B, seriously, he's fucking pretty as hell but I have no idea why he believes all that crap about vamps," Faith says, stubbing her cigarette into the hotel ashtray.

"At least they know that vampires aren't gothed out and secretly tortured and really want to be good...I can't finish that without you mocking me, right?"

Faith smirks even though Buffy can't see it. "Angel saved a puppy back in the day. I ever tell you that?"

"What?" Buffy's question is weird, like she's not saying it to Faith, but Faith ignores that. She's got something even tastier to tell Buffy.

"Nevermind. Get this, Dean told me that vampires mate for life."

There's silence over the line.

Faith presses her ear closer to the phone. "Dude, I know you got Angel and Spike panting after you. Don't mess with me. Vamps don't mate for life."

Still no answer. Faith lets a minute pass, then says a bit uselessly, "Hello?"

"Hey Faith," a male voice says and Faith knows who it is right away.

"Angel?"

"Um, is there a reason why Buffy's laughing hysterically on her couch?"

There's mature ways to handle this. Faith could think of these ways, but she's angling for the best way to get a reaction out of Angel. "She's upset 'cause I told her the truth."

"Upset?" There's that familar befuddled tone of his. "Faith, she's laughing."

"She's being strong, man," Faith says, infusing her words with a too-solemn tone so that it's clear she's fucking around. "She knows about you and Spike."

"What?"

"You and Spike. That you guys mate for life, being vamps and all. Really, I'm all for you two crazy kids sealing the deal with a commitment ceremony, but you guys really need to stop jerking B around. Unless you're letting her join in."

"Faith, you haven't been reading those vampire novels from drug stores again, right?"

She whistles low and says, "Don't hide from the truth, Angel. It's obvious. He's your soulmate."

"Hilarious," Angel says in that perfect terse way and she has to laugh at it.

"I'll explain what's the what when you get your ass back to the States. You owe me a drink."

"Still upset about that memory spell?"

"Dude," she says, as flippant as possible, "I'm pissed. But there are bars near Stanford where the college crown ain't annoying and maybe you oughtta see your boy. Without the world ending."

Angel makes a noncommital noise and that's good enough for Faith.

"Don't worry, I won't even try to switch out your pig's blood with dead man's blood."

"What?"

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And now I sleep. Leaving Angel so, so confused. Now that's familar.

dreams of otherworlds
Author: Regala Electra
E-mail: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Rating: R
Summary: The stories do not matter, nor the lies, it is only the truth in the reunion that remains clear when they meet again.
Author’s Notes: A part of the B/A-athon Month Today is my day and er, my fic. This veers between happy, sad, dark, depressing, with a little death, destruction, sex and exotic locations thrown in.
Feedback: Oh yesly. Twas ever so odd writing B/A after spending so much time in HP-land. And did I mention I just got past being insanely sick? *coughcough*

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Easier to Lie
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This is how it happens. They do not meet again. They are inches within seeing the other. They find themselves all over again. The patterns remain the same. He leaves.

Of course he has a reason. He always had the best excuse: it’s for her own good.

She falls in love with him so easily, she wonders why they ever parted. It is the pure simplicity of their complication that drives her so deep into his arms again. And then she remembers. This time, she leaves. She must - for his own good.

They will fall in love all over again. For it is not that is easy, but it is necessary, it rekindles a time that was and never was, a past that lingers in the corners of their minds, a time of hope, and when they touch, hands to hands, bodies pressed against each other so tight, perhaps some spark of hope comes between them and for a moment, they are forgiven and absolved of their sins.

( They create as many stories necessary to survive. )

So, er, I've been wanting to archive Betrayer to the BFA since, oh, I finished it. In 2002.

Yes, I take a hella long time to transfer it from Word to notepad (i.e. txt). The problem was that my computer wouldn't let the whole of the fic be transfered to notepad. Finally, I managed it at work.

So yay! All 308 KB of Betrayer is finally up at http://archive.shriftweb.org/archive/27/betrayer.html

And it's the 'finished version,' meaning any wonky ellipses have been sorted out.

Ah.

[Breathes sigh of relief]

Betrayer
Rating: NC 17
Pairings: Wesley/Lilah, Buffy/Angel, (minor) Fred/Gunn
Timeline: Set before/during/after the finales of BtVS S6 and AtS 3.
Summary: If you're going to hell, might as well enjoy the ride.
Warnings: Language, sexual situations, violence
[she says: the epic to beat all my stories, a Wesley fic of immense proportions. Dark, no happy endings, and a rollercoaster. Because sometimes, you can beat destiny.]

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Part Seven - Epilogue - The Rest is (Silence)
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Part Five: Madness, yet there is Method in't
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Betrayer
Rating: NC 17
Pairings: Wesley/Lilah, Buffy/Angel, (minor) Fred/Gunn
Timeline: Set before/during/after the finales of BtVS S6 and AtS 3.
Summary: If you're going to hell, might as well enjoy the ride.
Warnings: Language, sexual situations, violence
[she says: the epic to beat all my stories, a Wesley fic of immense proportions. Dark, no happy endings, and a rollercoaster. Because sometimes, you can beat destiny.]

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Part Three: Were it not that I have bad dreams
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And Dance By the Light
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Angel/Buffy
Summary: It is madness, to be here, dancing in the rain, and knowing that not even this is real.
Spoilers: A:tS S5, "Damage"
Author's Notes: A special birthday dedication to nariya because I hope she's out having a fantastic birthday. *Hugs* Love ya, girl. So, cookie analogies be damned, there's a better cliché to play with, so let's all go jump in puddles in the rain.
Feedback: Me writing B/A (that is not dark) is like a blue moon. Take a gander and if you like, I'd enjoy knowing if others were delighted.

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There's a letter on his desk, but he refuses to open it.

Instead, he leaves it be, as if it'll be opened tomorrow, because there's always tomorrow to worry about.

Leaving his office, he turns off the light, and shuts the door, his mind no longer on the letter.

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It's raining outside, hard, heavy bullets pounding into the slicked streets, rivers running down dark gutters, watery ribbons of movement. A bleak, hostile attempt by Mother Nature to seek control of sunny L.A, but it will probably fail.

No one bothers (nor should they) to walk outside. Few cars, their colors all dark and shining wet, speed past the building, their shadows long and dark, moving shapes of black with yellow lights coloring the visible rain ahead.

He's standing in the lobby, waiting for nothing exactly.

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Have been cleaning room all day. Must take a break.

I decided to post some forgotten, ignored, and just odd works in progress that are very likely to never be finished.

The first is my only SV fic, which is ironically Lana. The irony, if you aren't aware, exists because I despise the character of Lana. It was going to be very creepy, though, I promise. I just couldn't finish it.

The second was supposed to be a vignette set after the events in Betrayer. Much like Absence of Solace, the Buffy/Wesley story set ten years later, this fic Dies Irae was a look at a world without hope. Only it was going to be B/A. It was stopped because I was at a point where writing Angel was impossible. And by the time I got back into my writing groove, I just wasn't interested in finishing it.

The third is a Buffy/Spike ficlet that I never finished because I absorbed a lot of the lines and themes into my "Five Things" Buffy fic Hallelujah. I felt that it was redundant to finish it when it worked better as an alternate view of Buffy's life.

( Smallville dark!Lana Fic )

( Dies Irae, an unfinished post-Betrayer vignette )

( Buffy character study set in S7, B/S )

You know how you say, "I'm never going to write X again?" Well that X for me was a BtVS/AtS story dealing with B/A. Oh sure, I backed myself up with, "but maybe there'll be a story in there somewhere. Who knows?"

And then, I find myself writing something bittersweet and melancholy and dammit, I *like* it.

So. Imagine the future and a night like any other. Imagine a man sitting in the bar, and you don't know his story, you only know that he's there, just another person in the crowd.

And imagine what he knows.

Title: Pieces of Now
Author: Regala Electra
E-mail: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Buffy/Angel, Buffy/Other
Summary: It is not kismet, fate, or destiny. It is not expected and not surprising. His heart doesn't skip a beat.

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Pieces. That is what life truly is. Pieces and moments and little things. A loud laugh that breaks over the rising noise of a packed crowd. The thick foam of a good beer nearly spilling out of the heavy mug.

The crowd is composed of colors, of shadows, and in the mess of people, no one stands out. No one is important or significant, they are exactly what they seem: ordinary.

Even a man sitting at the bar, taking slow and patient sips at something aged and expensive. Scotch. A good year. He'd been around that year, but he doesn't need to tell anyone that. It's just a little thing, like a stolen glance from a beautiful woman at the other end of the bar. Nothing to examine for too long.

She's with another though, and he's content to just watch them. Her companion fixes something on the shoulder of her blouse. She says something to him. He can't hear her voice and he likes that. He'd been afraid - immediately after the change - that his lessened senses would make him feel blind and deaf, not human at all. That isn't the case, not at all.

He has time now - a time that is not infinite and a punishment. His time is fleeting - it disappears in every breath he takes and every moment he exists - and he savors the moments in their fragility.

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First of all? MAJOR SPOILERS. I mean...MAJOR. AtS and BtVS season finales. Go in and you will be spoiled, although I based half of this story on speculation.

Now, since I'm done scaring you all, please, if you are spoiled, enjoy.

This is for Nariya. Happy Birthday, my little Stitch-lover. Many hugs and kisses and stuffed animals. *Hugs*


Title: Last Words
Author: Regala Electra
Email: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Rating: NC 17
Pairings: Buffy/Angel, Angel/Cordelia, Buffy/Spike, Buffy/Other
Summary: They’re worlds away and the words still drift in between.
Spoilers: Major ones for the finales of AtS and BtVS, S4, S7. Be warned, although it’s not too explicit, you will be spoiled.
Author’s Notes: This story was written for Nariya. Happy Birthday. *Hugs*

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He knows the last word she said to him, remembers how the air was hot and heavy, and they were sweaty and dirty and there was blood and death, the smell was like home and memories of them in battle, and her eyes were beyond her years and that clear tone, the pitch and trickle of each sound, the way her voice whispered out that final word, he can still recall that word perfectly in a hauntingly pitch-perfect copy of the moment.

( Last Words )