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Story Notes
The story begins immediately after Dead Things and continues through
the rest of BtVS S6. It is assumed that the other events of S6 do occur, just
— without Spike there. This story is primarily about what Spike's up to, but
since everyone
is linked in some way, the other characters' stories also come into play.
Chain is divided into four parts: Blood, Blood & Rhetoric, Blood & Love, and
Blood, Love & Rhetoric. Each part contains several (relatively short) chapters.
It ends with the Epilogue, as most stories with epilogues do.
GENRE: Darkfic, Angst
RATING: R for violence, naughty language, and
brief nakedness.
PAIRING: One might call this Spuffy Angst if one were chained
in a basement and forced to ascribe to it a particular ship.
WARNING: This is a dark fic. Bad things happen to Spike.
And he's not all shirtless and pretty when they happen. Okay, he's shirtless
once, later on, but not so
much
pretty.
Also, if blood bothers you, you probably shouldn't be reading about vampires
in the first place. This story contains character death. All that aside,
you should really read it.
DISCLAIMER: No vampires were actually harmed in the creation of this fic. And
alas, these characters actually belong to people (like Joss) and companies
(like Mutant Enemy) with way more money than I could ever hope to see and are
played by actors far prettier than I could hope to be.
MUSIC
& QUOTES: Quoting
song lyrics in fanfic is cheesy, I know. But I just couldn't help it. I attempted
to use songs that Spike would've liked, not a bunch of treacly pop nonsense.
They also happen to be songs that I like. These songs comprise the soundtrack
to the writing of this fic and helped to shape it as it formed.
My favorite play is Rosencrantz & Guildenster Are Dead by Tom Stoppard. All
quotes at the top of the pages of this fic are from this play. Since this
play warped
me
as a child, it also is somewhat to blame for this fic.
IRFIKOS THANKS:
Nan Dibble: For betaing
the Epilogue-that-kicked-my-ass and for starting to unwind the big unwieldy
ball
of sequel. R.I.P.
Inobunny: Thanks for stopping laughing at me once you actually
read it. And the helpful semi-betas.
Popecorky XXIII: For replying unblinkingly to questions
like, "So,
if I were planning to stab somebody in the heart from behind, which ribs would
I be stabbing between? Um— just curious."
Spikealicious: For the latin help.
Brigid: Who
helped ino & me come out of the Buffy closet and for warning me, "Don't
ever start writing fanfic. Because once you start, you won't be able to stop." Er… oops. |
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