The IronMan Seven

Title: In the pale moonlight
Author: purple_alicorn
Rating: FR14
Warnings: AU, implied death ,
Word Count: 168
Author's Notes: What if Jonathon Harker had been turned before leaving the castle?

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Title: Wake Up
Author: ketchupblood
Rating: PG13 (for mentions of the F-word =O)
Warnings: Slash, AU
Word Count: ~300
Summary: Vampire!Tezuka wants Fuji to wake up.
Author's Notes: Note the pretty Kaname icon--because I have no vampire!Tezuka ones.

( And Tezuka wondered why it was so damned hard for Fuji to concentrate  )

Title: No Reflections
Author: trio
Rating: PG
Warnings: alternate universe
Word Count: 188
Summary: Sacrifice.
Author's Note: Vampire WK is horribly overdone, but the mood I'm in right now, the story actually cooperated with me. I've had such a hard time with this week's genre. Even though it cooperated, I'm not sure quite how I feel about it.

( They all think it's something Kritiker decided for me, the blade at my side.  )

Title: Gyfu
Author: Sister Coyote
Rating: Not worksafe/adult
Word Count: 500
Summary: The submission fills him with heavy warmth like fur.

( Gyfu )

Title: Thrall
Author: Laylah
Rating: worksafe with unwholesome implications
Word Count: 200
Summary: She is a coven thrall; it is her only duty to provide for the needs of the night-bound.

( Thrall )

Title: A New Beginning
Author: vagablonde
Rating: general audiences
Warnings: none
Word Count: 224
Summary: For the AU challenge....so very, very AU...
Author's Notes: Sorry - I couldn't resist - he'd look so good in tights...

Prompt: there's a crack in the mirror and a bloodstain on the bed/you were a vampire and baby I'm the walking dead


Lorne crouched on the rickety fire escape above the alley, blending easily with the shadows. He was still, so still several loud bar patrons walked within a few feet of him and never realized how close they were to instant fame as the latest victims of the night and the seedier side of the City. A college boy, too young for coked-out look staggered by - it was getting late, maybe tonight wouldn't be the night. Maybe tonight he'd go home empty-handed, unsatisfied. A young woman, maybe in her thirties, attractive, confident, keys in hand, strode by beneath him, only feet away, he could smell her expensive perfume.

In a flurry of motion he erupted from his hide, beside the woman before she could react. She turned, screamed and tried to run but was knocked off her feet as he collided with a dark shape in front of her. The struggle was brief, marked significantly only by how quickly it was over, the alley's other sentinel subdued and lying on the pavement. Lorne knelt, binding him with cuffs kept just for the purpose.

"Are you alright, ma'am," he asked, standing.

She nodded, too shocked to speak.

"Good. Phone the police. And don't walk around at night by yourself when there's a serial killer loose."

"Who - " she stuttered, "who are you??"

"I'm Batman."