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FIC: Church Street p3 [Thursday 16 Oct 2008 at 11:23 pm]

Warning: I found a bit more

"You'll never defeat the Alliance."

"It's a poncy alliance anyway," Spike snorted. "What kind of pathetic evil plan depends on rising home values?"

Janet froze still to watch the J-Church train coming up behind Spike. It looked like he was distracted by the fight and in the dark of night that might be enough to get him hit.

Instead, at the last moment, Spike jumped just high enough to grab one electrified overhead cable and flip himself out of the train's way. As the pantagraph rode under his fingers it scraped the knuckles raw. They hurt even more than the bruise spreading across his back.

Janet had a harder time. She slipped on the wet grass as she climbed the embankment to get out of the way. Spike landed on top of her, but she was stronger and once they were wrapped together she wrestled him down and straddled his body from behind.

Janet held Spike's head tight in the crook of her elbow and reared back to twist. Spike quickly reached up from below her and dug the fingers of his left hand in below her ribcage. As she paused, he broke her skin and dug deep into her chest cavity. She went to twist again, forcing herself through the pain, but Spike's aim had been true. He found what he was seeking and pulled it back out of Janet's chest.

She fell back, rigid and shivering. Her body slowly liquefied as Spike watched. In his hand was a slime green heart that had just stopped beating. It looked small in his grasp.

"Just what you'd expect from a real estate demon. Tiny little thing." Spike dropped the heart and found what was left of Janet. It was nothing but twenty-seven dollars and a California Mortgage Brokers' Alliance 2006 pocket date book.

The next train stopped at the corner of the park three minutes later. Spike stepped on, flashing his Fast Pass to the driver.

Five minutes into the ride, Spike's eyes followed the orange pink light still emanating from the no-name sushi restaurant. There was no line. He stepped off the train at 15th Street.

His favorite butcher on 24th Street was closed this time of day but a nice ahi roll and some unagi maki would satisfy him. There aren't many restaurants in The City that serve anything to truly nourish a vampire and Spike was grateful for fresh sushi.


[User Picture]From: woman_of_
Friday 17 Oct 2008 at 05:11 am (UTC)
Oh well done Spike, oh yes, should be less of those demons. Look what they did to house prices!
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[User Picture]From: owenthurman
Friday 17 Oct 2008 at 05:58 am (UTC)
Look what they did to house prices

Positively demonic.
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[User Picture]From: zanthinegirl
Friday 17 Oct 2008 at 05:42 am (UTC)
Hee! I'm so, so on board with the real estate demons. I'm been looking to buy, and they make me crazy!
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[User Picture]From: owenthurman
Friday 17 Oct 2008 at 06:00 am (UTC)
Oh, one of the candidates at the debate last night said we needed to get real estate prices heading back up. If that happens, I'll never be able to afford a halfway decent house.
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[User Picture]From: zanthinegirl
Friday 17 Oct 2008 at 06:27 am (UTC)
we needed to get real estate prices heading back up. If that happens, I'll never be able to afford a halfway decent house.


The housing market is way, way overdue for a serious "correction". I rent a 2 bedroom condo, and it makes sense to buy. All that money isn't building equity. And then I looked around; Comparable things in my neighborhood start at like $350K. Gah. I know Seattle is one of the most expensive markets, but that's out of control. I can't begin to afford to buy anything I'd want to live in seattle. Which is just absurd!

Climbing off my soap-box now...

eta cause spelling and ranting? Not a good combo.

Edited at 2008-10-17 06:28 am (UTC)
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