winter-firestorm

Anastasia was excited as they reached the house in Ekaterinburg. She knew it meant yet another prison (the third since the revolution) but it signalled the end of the journey. Soon she would be reunited with her parents and sister, Marie, for the first time in almost two months.            When they arrived a Red guard led them into the house they were to be kept in. It was surrounded by guards. It was not as grand as the previous house, which had been the home of a Governor-General. The building in front of her was little more than a merchant house. She missed the Alexander Palace, her home. As she was led in she saw that the house was dar

Title: Burial Of The Dead (Part 2/2) Author: winterfirestorm Rating: PG Spoilers: A tiny mention about the end of 'The Mermaids Singing' Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me but to Val McDermid and the companies which bought the rights to them. Author's Note: See part one :) * Two mornings later Tony woke to the ringing of his phone. He glanced blearily at the digital clock beside his bed. It was 3am. It wasn't good news. "'Lo?" "There's been another one." He closed his eyes and exhaled. Two days between bodies and there had been no sign of storage of the first two victims. Three killings in less than two weeks. "Where a

Title: Burial Of The Dead (Part 1/2) Author: winterfirestorm Rating: PG Spoilers: A tiny mention about the end of 'The Mermaids Singing' Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me but to Val McDermid and the companies which bought the rights to them. Author's Note: This is my first actual crime story written about WitB (I usually write angst pieces for this fandom which you can check out if you like that stuff) This fic is set after the first two books/episodes (which are more or less the same). The title is taken from part one of T.S Eliot's 'The Wasteland'. I suspect the second part will be up very shortly at the rate I'm writing

Ligeia She didn't know how long she had known him or how long she had been there. She didn't remember any life other than this one, though she felt it hadn't always been like this. He called her Ligeia. She knew that was a lie but didn't have a memory of another name. The one memory of her childhood that she did have was of always wearing something red. She remembered that had been her favourite colour before he made her wear it as a ribbon in her hair everyday. A huge wooden dressing table stood in her bedroom and she spent a good portion of her day in front of it. A change of clothes and retouched make-up for every meal, the red ribbon al

Title: Regeneration Author: winter-firestorm Rating: G Characters: Ten/Rose Words: 314 Spoilers: The Parting Of The Ways, The Christmas Invasion (very minor) Summary: Rose contemplates her feelings for the new Doctor. Set after 'The Christmas Invasion' Author's notes: I know the 'Rose coming to terms with the new Doctor' thing has been done several times before but I felt to understand the characters more I needed to write my own interpretation of it. It's only short so it shouldn't be too horrible to read another one :p * Rose watched the Doctor as he worked with a broken TARDIS control. He took the lever off, paused to think and th