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Pep Talk

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Summary: Xander gives our favourite half-vampire a much needed talking to. (FFA entry)

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Literature > Vampire/Supernatural > Author: Kim HarrisonserpentladyFR131379152,8742 Oct 072 Oct 07Yes
Disclaimer: I do not hold the copy right to Buffy the Vampire Slayer™ or The Hollows: Dead Witch Walking™, nor do I claim to. All characters belong to their original creators, their publishers, and subsidiaries. I make no profit from the making or sharing of this fanfiction. No slander, insult, or infringement is intended with the making and sharing of this fanfiction.



The knocking echoed through the old church. Whoever it was sounded sure of themselves, but cautious. Ivy cursed herself for reading too much into such a common thing. Ever since she moved into the place with Rachael she had been far too introspective in her free time. Said roommate was out in her garden so it was up to the vampire to answer the door.

"Just a minute," she called, scrambling into her robe. She did not want to be seen in her pajamas. "Hello?" A young man, brunette, one eyed, was waiting for her on the other side.

"I'm looking for someone named Ivy. Is she or he here?" He smelled honest. No trace of nervousness or ill intent.

"I am she. How can I help you?"

"I've been sent by a higher Power. You are on a deep downward spiral and I'm here to yank you out of it. I could tell you all about it where the neighbours could hear, but. . ."

"Come in." Ivy eyed the human boy wearily.

"I'm probably know more about you and Rachael Morgan than you're comfortable with, but don't eat the messenger, okay? You have a major yen for the girl which could turn into love. She has a hang up on the whole non-interlocking parts thing. You think you are a monster cause of what you are and what you want. She is a suicidal adrenalin junkie. It's like a really bad soap opera.

Here's the deal. I know monsters from personal experience. I have knowledge about ooglie-booglies, vampires, spooks, and monsters out the wazoo. You are not a monster. You are not a demon. You are a woman with fangs and a hankering for meat on the raw side. You are only a monster if you act like one. That applies to when you're undead too.

As for the whole Rachael thing. Ask her if she is really shallow enough to be hung up on the packaging, or if she's interested in what you really have to offer. If she's not, then she's not worth your tears."

The boy smiled at her and laid a soft kiss on her cheek. "There are far worse things to be than broken hearted. Don't let one woman rule your world."

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