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Summary: Various FFA pairings - ficlets, most likely. Het, Slash possible, but nothing explicit. Now posting Vi/Bobby (SPN) non-pairing

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I Hate Him! (Connor/Cash - KtE)

Misc FFA 2009

Title: I Hate Him

FFA response to Connor/Cash (KtE), with a twist…

Disclaimer: This may get a little confusing if I forget to change the fandom information, so please be patient. None of them are mine, obviously, and I’ll try to keep up with which fandom is which. BtVS/AtS is easy – Joss Whedon’s of course. Kindred the Embraced – World of Darkness & possibly Aaron Spelling?

Note: Most of these FFAs are going to be drabble to ficlet length and I’m not sure how closely they’ll be related, or if they’ll be related at all. If someone sees a plot bunny that they would like to run with, drop me an e-mail and let me know your thoughts. I might be happy to see the story played out even if I don’t have the time to write it. Or, if you see a strand that you think I should continue, let me know and I’ll see if I can add it to my list of stories.

As always, thank you to MaraLiz and Rorylondra for your lovely beta assistance!

Timeframe: Post-Season 5 AtS; Post KtE series


I hate him! Cash growled as he watched the couple writhing on the dance floor. He heard glass break and felt something warm on his hand. Looking down, he realized that he had broken his beer bottle in his fury. The sting of the alcohol barely registered as it mingled with his blood. He felt the red haze settle over him and before he knew it, he was striding across the floor of The Haven. Why the hell does he get to touch her? How can she give up on us?!

Cash was probably about two seconds away from breaching the Masquerade, but nothing mattered as he came to an abrupt halt next to the pair. He knew his eyes were wild and his usually tousled hair probably made him look more like the mangy animal that the Brujah usually thought the Gangrel to be than a man, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He wanted to rip out the boy’s lungs for even daring to breathe the same air as Sasha. He wanted to let his fangs tear into the tender flesh of his neck and drain him dry right here in front of everyone. He wanted to show everyone what happened when they were stupid enough to get between him and the fiery redhead that he loved.

Through his barely leashed frenzy, he could see several Kindred making their way toward him to intervene, but it was the boy’s actions that startled him into some semblance of sanity. His eyes swept the room quickly and Cash could see that he had noted every Kindred present, but his focus remained on Cash. His stance changed and he pulled Sasha protectively behind him and stood chest-to-chest with Cash. He thought the boy was being naively chivalrous, but when the boy spoke, he knew something else entirely was going on. He placed a restraining hand on Cash’s chest when the Gangrel moved forward and whispered, “Look, Fang, I really don’t think these nice people came here for that kind of a floor show, so why don’t you and I step outside and have us a little chat?”

Sasha protested, but Cash was beyond hearing her as he moved past the boy and turned so that he wasn’t offering his back to a possible assailant as they made their way to the back door of the club. He heard the boy tell Sasha to stay inside and a small part of him was grateful that Sasha wasn’t going to witness him frenzy on this kid. Of course, he also knew that Sasha was going to go running to her uncle and he would only have moments to finish this.

“Stay away from her,” he growled a warning at the boy.

“Let me think about that for a moment,” he replied with a teasing smile. “Okay, I’ve thought about it. No, I have a thing for feisty redheads. I’m Connor. Nice to meet you, Cash. I think you’ll find we have more in common than you realize.”

Cash’s hand seemed to lash out on its own. He could feel his claws extending and waited to feel the satisfying rush as they sunk into the boy’s throat, but to his surprise, a firm hand wrapped around his wrist, stopping his arm from moving forward. In fact, he couldn’t pull his arm back either, Cash realized suddenly. He looked to see who had gripped his arm, the red haze lowering to a simmer and allowing some coherent thought to return. To his amazement, it was the boy. But, he’s not Kindred! How can he possibly be as strong as I am? And why is he looking at me like that?

Connor had matched his stance, but the expression on his face was one of amusement, curiosity and…interest. His heartbeat was steady, not racing like any human’s heart should be after a near brush with death. Cash’s eyes followed as Connor licked his lips, anticipation now alight in the younger man’s eyes.

“Fortunately, I have a thing for feisty blonds, too,” Connor told him as he pulled him in for a deep kiss. Distantly, he could hear the door open and several pairs of footsteps emerge from the club, but the lips on his were warm and wet and the arms that had wrapped around him were insistent, winding their way into his jacket.

“Ummm…never mind, Uncle Julian,” he heard Sasha say from the doorway. “It looks like they worked out their differences. I, um, gotta go. Have to make sure they remember to include me in their ‘ends well’. See you later, Uncle Julian.”

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