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I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
Witching Hour 
2nd-Nov-2008 11:21 pm
Converse: black
Title: Witching Hour
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Spike, Dawn
Authors Notes: Written for open_on_sundays' challenge, clock.

Spike wished Dawn hadn’t gone to bed. It was right and proper for the Niblet to get her nine hours, of course, but it was easier when she was around. Not easy, never easy to meet her blue eyes with their bruised shadows; but it was her pain that mattered, then.

Five to twelve: it was nearly the witching hour. The shadowed hour of night that used to send adrenaline shooting through his dead veins. The time when monsters thrived and men cried.

He didn’t like it anymore.

The clock chimed midnight. It had been thirty-eight days since Buffy died.

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