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Drabble: The Knockers

No, before you ask, this is not about breasts.

Whilst brainstorming some ideas for frimfram's possible Seaside Ficathon, a drabble plopped out...

From http://www.mysteriousbritain.co.uk/

Knockers are Cornish minespirits, which are said to knock at the richest lodes. The knockers were mainly benevolent, but if ignored and neglected they could turn malicious.*

*Mine are the malicious type. :D


The Knockers by Bogwitch
(Spike/Drusilla. BtVS, Pre-series some-when. They take shelter in a Cornish tin mine...)


Knock, Knock

Spike would ask ‘who’s there?’ if this was a joke.

Drusilla giggles, but she’s used to hearing the voices. “Hear that, my love? They call to us.”

Knock, Knock

Those sounds again, deep underground – knocks echo down shafts like distant drums, muffled voices mutter wicked things over his shoulder…

…Go deeper… Lose yourself… Come closer… Don’t hide…

“They call us to the Cornish tin. Want us to die in the mine. They don’t know we’re already dead,” Drusilla whispers. “But it’s iron we want. Blood and flesh and death.”

Right now, Spike would settle for a stiff drink.




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I suspect Spike had enough of mines when stuck in one in Yorkshire. And yes, Dru would like to hang out with Pixies.

Even a vampire can question what's there in the dark...

Mood juxtaposition = love.

("*Mine are the malicious type. :D" - Now, that I did not expect.)

drabble love = happy Bogwitch

Happy Bogwitch = happy Quinara.

Those sounds again, deep underground – knocks echo down shafts like distant drums, muffled voices mutter wicked things over his shoulder…

Oh noes! They're in Moria, and the Orcs and Balrog are on their way!

Hee! Spike better watch out or Drusilla will head for tin just to see if it shines.

Hubby says hes more interested in UK writercon than he was in going to Atlanta but that depends on whether he's been in Germany for three months or not.

So I'm a pallid maybe.

She'll follow the voices and get lost!

Good to hear even a maybe!

Oh, really liked that drabble. Very atmospheric and the last line is great.

I think your caves got stuck in my mind!

The knockers must have been very frustrated with that pair. Are knockers like tommyknockers?

Yes, exactly like that, although I don't know the orgin of the 'Tommy' part.

The Tommyknockers, how pleasant. sounds like she's the wrong girl for him.

Ooh, nifty. It might have been a Balrog, I suppose.

Much as I love the Balrog, it was a Knocker!

I've been thinking of Drusilla at the seaside all day, thanks to you!

She'd love it. Lots of children.

Mine are the malicious type.
Of course they are.

Right now, Spike would settle for a stiff drink.
Me too.

Wouldn't be as fun any other way!


'Those sounds again, deep underground – knocks echo down shafts like distant drums, muffled voices mutter wicked things over his shoulder'

Loved this. Great drabble, sweets!

Thanks. When I get the drabble bug, I get the drabble bug...

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