From: April L Mowry Date: 20 Apr 2000 06:40:16 GMT Subject: NEW: The Throne Of Thorns (1/1) R Title: The Throne Of Thorns (1/1) Author: Ms. AM Email: ALMowry@pathway.net Rating: R Category: V Spoilers: Actually anything up to the season finale/series finale Requiem is fair game. Archive: I'm down with that. Disclaimer: I confess, they're mine. Summary: To reign in hell. Authors Notes: This is just a strange idea I had, more after the story. The Throne Of Thorns (1/1) Death came on a warm summer day. Birds were singing in the early morning light. Roses were blooming and the bees were going about their business of buzzing from flower to flower. Like the drones they were, they flew back and forth from flower to hive, only to repeat the process again and again. If a drone dies there is always another to take its place, such is the way of nature. The wind blew across the grass, bending the blades to its whim. Or maybe it was the decaying cloak Death wore, as it walked by, eager to claim its due. The body was still warm as Death plunged its skeletal hand into the chest. Death sensed a presence in the room and turned. "A replacement, I will need a replacement for this one," Death sang. "Someone's been asked, but I doubt the answer will be yes," came the reply. "Offer the throne and they will accept, it is human nature to desire power," Death intoned. "Maybe this one is incorruptible." "No one is incorruptible. You will see, the chosen one will accept. I will wait for the thorns of the throne to draw blood and make my deal then," Death hissed. * * * * * The men and women shuffle quietly into the room and each take a seat in front of the long cherry table. They glance nervously at one another, wondering about the identity of their new leader. The high-backed chair at the end of the table turns slightly, allowing them the view of a cigarette and the whooshing sound of a lighter igniting. Alex Krycek walks in through a side door and stands at the head of the table, watching and smiling. The chair swivels to reveal its occupant, who gasps when blood wells from a finger. Looking down at the handle of the chair a single point, like a thorn protrudes. The blood stops almost immediately. "Shut your mouths and let's get down to business." The meeting begins. Death begins planning. * * * * * The apartment was dark, darker than normal. And occupied. "You left me." "Yes." "Why?" "I've changed." Touching, hands clutching, breath mingling with sighs and moans. Tears flowing. Fabric tearing and the sounds of flesh sliding together. "We made love... and you left me. Why?" "I'm selfish, I had to have you once. I couldn't ask you to follow, but I needed... just once." Bodies connecting, thumping against the wooden door. Hearts beating faster, hips thrusting and grinding. Lips and tongues seeking one another. Hands squeezing the cheeks of an ass, a cock pumping forcefully in and out. "Once isn't enough!" "Never." With a few final motions they shatter, each convulsing in their own way, calling out the only names that matter as they sink to the floor still connected. * * * * * Another day, the second meeting. "Why have you called another meeting so soon?" "I decided on a change and I wanted everyone to know." The side door opens and she walks in, the sun reflecting off the golden-reds in her hair. He takes her hand and surveys the room. "I've chosen my queen." The end. P.S. Authors Notes: Anyway this came to me after Brand X, but also after reading DD's comments about wanting to revamp the characters. I don't think he means this much, but well the idea wouldn't leave me alone until I put it down on paper. Ever happen to any of you?