Ramblings of an Old Kweer

  TITLE: The Room with the Empty Tiger

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer; post-series au,

  CHARACTERS: OCs,

  WORD COUNT: 100, wri

  A/N: Written for open_on_sunday prompt #621: empty room,

           What if the Body Swap between Faith and Buffy was not reversed? This is set decades after the canonical Body Swap. Decades in which a very nasty, and very cold war has existed between those who support the Slayers Council, and the diminishing remnants of the old Watchers Council. A search has been going on for one prisoner; few believe she still exists; even fewer know she does.

     Every night food and drink was left outside the room.

     Nobody knew why.

     Or nobody would say.

     They did ask, when they were new.

     Never twice.

     Or they disappeared.

     As the food did; every morning to be taken away.

     They appeared every now and then; nobody was sure how they gained entry.

     Somebody had to be in there.

     Or something...

     Rumours; dark and lurid, thrive in such an atmosphere.

     Der Töter was whispered.

     Some said whatever was in the room was fed those who were suspect.

     One man unwisely used the word Slayer aloud; only from a dictionary, but...

   Goddess watch over us all,

   Kerk TehKek

TITLE: Standing Still, Whilst Moving Forward

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

FANDOM: BtVS S1

RATING: PG (written for open_on_sunday prompt #615: no regrets, but unable to post in time)

WORD COUNT: 100

SUMMARY: Joyce's reflections after moving to Sunnydale.

She did miss LA's bustle, but Sunnydale's quiet streets were a boon.

The gallery was popular; filling her time, so her friends; absentee when she'd needed them, were not as much a loss as she'd expected.

The social life was disappointingly suburban; satisfying nothing. She was the boss, so not readily invited into the settled lives of her employees.

She felt relief that there was only the one child; but regret there were no more was still keen.

At least Buffy had found friends quickly, though she still seemed so quiet.

Sunnydale had no bookshop, so she proactively thought Book Club.

May the Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek