Business as Usual Chp 1
Oct. 15th, 2007 01:18 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Title: Business as Usual
Author:
lilachigh
Rating: PG
Time: Season 5 and onwards
Disclaimer. Everyone except for Agnes belongs to ME
Summary: Spike was not lying when he sarcastically mentioned the tea-room he frequented in the garbage dump during The Replacement. This is the story of Agnes Pringle, English spinster and reluctant vampire and the effect she had on events in Sunnydale.
Chapter One: Looking for Mr Right
The evenings were always the busiest. Trade really picked up when it began to get dark and by midnight she was usually taking a steady amount of money. She sighed and rubbed at the dirt on her fingers and under her nails. She could never get them clean no matter how hard she tried. She didn’t understand why being a vampire meant being dirty.
It was as if the mud that had covered her when she rose had never been fully washed away, which was ridiculous because sometimes, when she had enough money, she booked into a little motel and took a shower.
She’d never been dirty when she’d been Agnes Pringle, forty-five, unmarried but always wistfully, hopefully searching for Mr Right. She’d worn nice tweed skirts and pretty pale pink and cream twinsets with a single strand of pearls round her neck.
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Author:
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Rating: PG
Time: Season 5 and onwards
Disclaimer. Everyone except for Agnes belongs to ME
Summary: Spike was not lying when he sarcastically mentioned the tea-room he frequented in the garbage dump during The Replacement. This is the story of Agnes Pringle, English spinster and reluctant vampire and the effect she had on events in Sunnydale.
Chapter One: Looking for Mr Right
The evenings were always the busiest. Trade really picked up when it began to get dark and by midnight she was usually taking a steady amount of money. She sighed and rubbed at the dirt on her fingers and under her nails. She could never get them clean no matter how hard she tried. She didn’t understand why being a vampire meant being dirty.
It was as if the mud that had covered her when she rose had never been fully washed away, which was ridiculous because sometimes, when she had enough money, she booked into a little motel and took a shower.
She’d never been dirty when she’d been Agnes Pringle, forty-five, unmarried but always wistfully, hopefully searching for Mr Right. She’d worn nice tweed skirts and pretty pale pink and cream twinsets with a single strand of pearls round her neck.
( Read more... )