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Ficlet: 24-Hour Midnight

Title: 24-Hour Midnight
Author: Rebcake
Pairing: Spike/Dru
Rating: PG
Word count: 644
Prompt: Nekid Numbers – Dru, Igloo, Hula Hoop  (for the [info]nekid_spike community)
Summary: ICEHOTEL brings out the child in guests of all ages.

December 22, 1996
Jukkasjärvi, Kiruna, Sweden

They rounded the last bend and Drusilla gasped with wonder at the sight before them. A magnificent fairytale castle sat on the banks of the river, all carved out of ice and lit from within.

“Oh Spike,” she breathed. “You’ve found the most ingenious igloo to keep the bears away while we rest.”

“More than that, pet. There’s a bar in there, 80 rooms of guests, and not a drop of sun for days to come. What I call a smorgasbord, my love. Happy Christmas.”

She shivered with anticipation, though the doorman ushering them into the lobby probably put it down to the extreme cold. In her long sable coat and matching hat, she felt only the admiring glances of the humans. She looked around her with interest. Oh, but this was delightful! The benches and tables were all carved or built of ice. Entire walls glowed, fountains sparkled here and there, and little lights blinked gaily within carefully arranged ice blocks.

“Have they captured the snow fairies?” she asked Spike, once he was finished with the man at the desk.

“Don’t think so, my queen. Probably LEDs or some such.” Dru felt a twinge of disappointment, but Spike dangled a carrot. “Shall we take a sauna, then?”

The fairies forgotten for now, she followed him, exclaiming, “Will there be birch switches, do you think? The cold dip is very invigourating, and the hot room is very nice, but I think I like the switches best.” She hummed happily.

There were birch switches aplenty, and they drove the other occupants of the sauna away with their enjoyment of them. It was the moaning that did it, Spike said, kissing her roughly. Eventually, the heat and the switching built up a powerful urge to cool down, and they streaked out to the ice pool, Spike making a mighty splash as he leapt in, Drusilla slipping in sleek as a selkie. They bobbed happily in the cold water, looking up at the weirdly lit sky.

“Northern Lights,” commented Spike, contentedly. As Drusilla watched the shimmering colors and shifting patterns, the stars faded in comparison. It was disturbing, and she tried to concentrate, tried to feel her constant companions beyond the veil of the odd light show before her.

“It’s gone all wobbly, Spike,” she keened. “I feel the Earth spinning away, all crooked. It’s like a top at the end of its twirlings. Or, a hula hoop that’s stopped going round, and is winding down my legs. Or, perhaps, a yo yo that can’t quite climb the string.” She thought hard, fingers to temples. “No, that’s not right.”

“Hmmm,” mused Spike. “Sounds like I ought to sell off my stake in Wham-o, pidge.” He snorted through his nose, still disappointed at the lack of steam his breath made in the cold air, even after all these years. “You’ll feel better once you’ve had a bite to eat.”

But she didn’t. Even after their nightcap at the red-tinted ICEBAR, as she lay with her prince in their nest of reindeer furs spread atop the bed of ice blocks, she could feel the wobble, feel the tight, wrong rotation of the heavens.

 “We’re up too high, Spike,” she finally decided. “We might spin right off the top of the world.”

“We just got here, Princess,” he sighed, knowing that his carefully planned sojourn in the darkness was already over, argue though he might.

“It’s lovely here, my Spike, and the people are keeping nicely, but the sky is all wrong. There isn’t anything to be done about it.”

“Alright, my dove. We’ll leave after breakfast. Perhaps we can make it to Prague in time for the New Year. Would you like that?”

Drusilla snuggled deeper into the furs, satisfied. Yes, after breakfast would do nicely. The room service here was delicious.

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sockmonkeyhere
Oct. 1st, 2008 03:12 pm (UTC)
What a perfect place for Dru and Spike! No sun and lots of birch whips (which made for a hilarious scenario with Drusilla enjoying the whipping just a tad too enthusiastically.)

Wonderful touch, too, of Dru being confused by the Aurora Borealis. I enjoyed this fic so much!

"the people are keeping nicely"...hee!
rebcake
Oct. 1st, 2008 04:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the very kind words. I had my doubts, as nothing really happens, you know. Though I lobbed a few *suggestions* of action in there, as you so deftly caught. Tee! I'm so glad you liked!
mere_ubu
Oct. 5th, 2008 08:01 pm (UTC)
There were birch switches aplenty, and they drove the other occupants of the sauna away with their enjoyment of them.

Bwahahaa! I'll just bet they did.

This is wonderful, and Spike's tolerance and resignation in the face of Dru's nuttiness is so sweet. I'm sure he's very used to planning things and then having to abandon them because of unforeseen occurrences like Dru freaking out because of the Aurora Borealis.

Is it wrong of me to think, just a wee little bit, that people who want to stay in the ICEHOTEL are perhaps more deserving of being eaten by vampires than others? I fear that my Southern biases are showing.

Also? The Prague foreshadowing at the end gave me shivers.
rebcake
Oct. 6th, 2008 12:11 am (UTC)
Oh yeah, those people are nuts! MiAmor couldn't read the story without shivering, Southern California boy that he is. And: I liked the idea of Spike and Dru going after people with more money than sense. Heh.

Although a part of me (from a more northern latitude) admires the ability of us humans to create art out of extreme conditions, which was something I thought would also appeal to Spike. He's always been interested in technology and other man-made things, so this seemed like a natural for a footloose vamp of leisure.
ozma914
Dec. 3rd, 2008 07:38 am (UTC)
A perfect vampire vacation!
rebcake
Dec. 3rd, 2008 08:35 am (UTC)
Well, it would have been, if all the vampires in question had possession of all their marbles! Thanks for commenting!
ozma914
Dec. 3rd, 2008 10:17 am (UTC)
It's actually my idea of a nightmare vacation -- I'm for the beaches of Hawaii.
goldenusagi
Mar. 25th, 2009 12:33 am (UTC)
I wonder why more vamps don't go party in the north... Great ficlet!
rebcake
Mar. 25th, 2009 01:02 am (UTC)
During certain parts of the year, it seems like a no-brainer, right? I think there was a "vampires in Alaska" movie last year, but I didn't see it. It didn't look particularly funny. Still, I think Spike and Dru require a bit more panache, so the ICEHOTEL fit the bill.

Thanks for commenting!
ares132006
Dec. 16th, 2010 08:55 am (UTC)
This was delicious, as was the room service. *g* I do love Spike and Dru together. Dru's madness and Spike's sweet tolerance is creepy and dangerous and so wonderful to watch.

Their enjoyment of the birch was hilarious, chasing away the other guests. :0)

I should think that many a northern city would be home to vampires in the winter months. All those months of darkness...
rebcake
Dec. 16th, 2010 01:23 pm (UTC)
Thanks for your nice comments! I love Spike and Dru together, too! It does make sense that the Northern latitudes would be more vamp-friendly in the winter months, but some vamps are just contrary and insist on sunny California! Go figure...
slaymesoftly
Dec. 16th, 2010 12:00 pm (UTC)
*smiles* Love's Bitch. Poor Spike, dragging all over the world trying to keep a crazy woman happy. Nicely done!
rebcake
Dec. 16th, 2010 01:28 pm (UTC)
He really does try, doesn't he? I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
kindredspirit75
Dec. 17th, 2010 02:11 am (UTC)
What a great idea, sending Spike and Dru to the Ice Palace. I really enjoyed this little look into such an unique setting.

Edited at 2010-12-17 02:12 am (UTC)
rebcake
Dec. 17th, 2010 04:10 am (UTC)
Spike thought it was a great idea, too! He couldn't predict her reaction, since she's the prognosticator. ;-)

I'm very pleased you enjoyed it. Thanks for taking the time to comment!
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