Buffy the Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction » Echo Of A Scream

I know dimly in the back of my mind that the stink of corruption often comes right before the convulsions and the visions start, that it’s a symptom of something wrong. But tonight the reek of decaying, maggoty meat and the hot coppery smell of blood seem to be everywhere.

Highlander Fan Fiction » Whirlwind of Rebellion.

The idea of spending his entire life on his knees, a rebellious but powerless slave who was owned
body, mind and soul, by one of those savage, cruel, conscience-less creatures was insupportable.
He doubted if he could endure it. He was certain that his wife and daughter couldn't. And this
horror—enslavement to a race of mass murderers, serial killers, and criminals—was to be the
destiny of the human race? Horton shook with anger. A tic began pulsating in his left cheek.
That must not happen. It will not!

Highlander Fan Fiction » Survival Tactics

Three months after Duncan MacLeod died, Joe Dawson, while walking off the
stage at Chicago's American Bar and Grill, spotted Methos sitting at a table
across the room. Without Kronos.

Highlander Fan Fiction » The Highlander Mary Sue/Larry Stu Litmus Test

Before we get started, just what is a "Mary Sue"? Here's Melissa Reimer's
definition:

*You already know Mary Sue. Mary Sue is the perky, bright, helpful
sixteen-year-old ensign who beams about the ship. Everyone on the ship likes
Mary Sue, because Mary Sue is good at everything. Mary Sue is an engineer, a
doctor in training, a good leader, an excellent cook, and is usually a
beautiful singer. Mary Sue often has mental powers that may manifest
themselves as telepathy, precognition, or magic."

Highlander Fan Fiction » Another Man's Poison

He must be plotting something brilliant this time. A way to conquer
not only Paris, but all of France, all of Europe. Despite Darius's
strange behavior of late, Gratian willed himself to believe that. A
world in which Darius was incurably mad, in which his friend had
retreated into a mythical land of his own making where Gratian was less
than an enemy and worse than a stranger ... well, it didn't bear thinking
about.

Highlander Fan Fiction » Against The Tide

An iron band was tightening around Kronos' rib cage, crushing his lungs every time he inhaled. He ignored the undamaged but exhausted muscles that were turning leaden, the arms and legs that no longer had the will to move, the roar that might have been the ocean, a motorboat, or merely ringing in his ears. The salt water splashed repeatedly into his eyes, blurring his vision and reducing the shoreline to an amorphous blur.

Highlander Fan Fiction » The Adversary

I am dead.

I am not speaking metaphorically. When you feel the cold bite of your enemy's blade in your neck--when you hear your Quickening starting to erupt from your body even before your head has been completely cut off--when you open eyes that you thought were dead, only to glance at the floor and see your own severed head staring back at you--then you will have a difficult time denying the reality of what has happened.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction » Sanctuary

The croupier calls out some number—damned if I know which one, because I’m still thinking about Dru. Her dark hair against the pillow. Her happy mad laughter as she chanted nursery rhymes about lambs and blackberry patches. The smile that lit up her face as she decapitated her dolls. Wondering if I should’ve brought her here instead of Brazil.