TITLE: "Mirror Mirror" (1/6?)
AUTHOR: Richard Bachman
EMAIL: bachman_rchard@hotmail.com
SITE: nope
FEEDBACK: Oh Yes! Absolutely.
DISTRIBUTION: Do whatever you like poodle. As long as Richard is mentioned I'm fine.
RATING: NC-17 Humor/angst/some action, b'cause that's just what BtVS is nowadays, isn't it?
PAIRING: B/S
SUMMARY: Spike is back in town, ensouled, still chipped, and uncertain about how to deal with his love for the Slayer. Dru is also back in town, alone, still dangerously insane, and with a special wish of her own; to make the dark murderous knight that she had once created to return into her arms.
WARNING: This fic describes scenes of torture, and is dark and angsty, the usual stuff really.
THANKS: To anyone for reading my senseless dribble.
CHARACTERS: This is my own pathetic attempt of how to let Buffy know what has happened to Spike and how she and the other Scoobies are gonna deal with it. And there is still that ugliness of the attempt to rape lingering around. Our Spikey will truly have to prove himself before he is even back at where he started in the beginning of S6. General cruelness to our fav vamp (Dru likes to play her bloody little games, so does Spike) and silliness ahead, you've been warned.
CHAPTER 1: WATCHING YOU, WATCHING ME.
PART 1
Sunnydale, USA October 9th, 2002
Sunnydale high school, rebuilt from scratch, and still the centre of sporadic incidences of death and mayhem, much to the courtesy of the mystic Hellmouth situated in the heart of the building. Two teenagers, a red haired girl with a cute freckled face and a handsome young man, dark, tall and tanned, were running through the corridors of the vacant building, their fast-paced footsteps echoing hectically, as they were running for their lives.
" James! I can't! I can't run anymore! I need ---I need to breathe."
The girl let go of her boyfriend's hand and collapsed, bending over with her hands on her knees while gasping for air. Her pretty face was a white sheet of fear. James snapped his head and gazed around nervously.
"Come on! We can't slow down! They will find us."
"I can't run anymore! I just can't! I'm so scared."
"Come, give me your hand, I won't let them get you."
With a soft whimper, the girl let herself be dragged back up and sprinted on her tired feet toward the stairs, heading for the main entrance. Her pulse was drumming maddeningly loud in her ears, and her lungs burnt with every breath she took.
They ran down the stairs, and when the main hall with the large oaken doors appeared in their sight, the girl sighed with relief. The exit was so close now. They must be able to make it.
James rushed down the last few steps, pulling on her hand since she was struggling with her own legs. It seemed as if they had turned against her, overwhelmed by her blind panic, turning even an everyday task as descending the stairs into a serious challenge.
"Come on! We're almost there!"
She had her eyes down on the steps for a second, averted from James, when it happened. A shadow appeared at her feet, and then there was the sound of tearing flesh. Her bare arm and white summer dress became covered with fine droplets of blood.
She raised her head slowly, eyes wide with shock.
James was still standing in front of her, holding her hand, but was unable to speak to her or even see her anymore. His tongue hung out, and his eyes were rolled back in his skull. There was a red, savage cut in his throat running from ear to ear. She swallowed a scream as she thought she could see his Adam's apple still moving.
"Hey little girl." The voice of a man, low and dangerous, slightly lisping.
"Wanna come with us now, or do we need to kill someone else you care for?"
Finally she screamed, letting go of his hand, and James' mutilated body collapsed on the floor. Her mind was on the verge of breaking as she saw his murderer emerging out of the darkness. Features twisted into beastlike lumps, his mouth a red hole with rows of teeth, with blood - James' blood, she thought guiltily - trickling down the corner. Human-like in form, but he was absolutely no man.
He was a vampire.
There were more of them emerging, joining their leader like a pack of hungry wolfs. Circling around her, waiting impatiently and cruelly toying with her.
"Isn't she nice, all distressed and dead scared. I love it when they cry. In fact, I love it so much that I can just snap her pretty little neck in two and drink from her like a red fountain."
She whimpered and flinched as cold, rough fingers caressed her cheeks, and gasped in pain as they drew blood from her flawless skin with their talons.
The grotesque hand that was torturing her retreated suddenly as the vampire in question was corrected by the leader with a slap on its head.
"Hey! Don't let her bleed yet! She must be saved for the ritual. You don't wanna piss off the boss, do you?"
"But she'll like it. She'll love the pretty colours that her intestines will make when they are sprawled all over the floor. She will love it so much that she will sing and dance on them."
The leader of the pack growled. He paced toward the girl and grabbed her by the wrists, shaking her frail body vigorously as he addressed the minion.
"Yeah right. She will be thrilled for a while till she remembers how you fucked up her plans and claws your eyes out. Honestly, I really don't know what the boss was thinking when she decided to made you one of us. Keep your hands off the girl, mush brains!"
"Good advice. I would stick to it if I was you."
The vampire turned his head and found a small form of a girl standing in the doorway, her hands resting on her hips, holding an armed crossbow against her thigh. There was a petite, confident smile on her lips.
"Slayer." Whispered the demon.
The smile on the girl's face became a mocking grin.
"Not quite. More like the Slayer's sister."
Dawn drew the crossbow and fired, the bolt hitting the vampire right in his heart and dusting him in front of the others' eyes.
Bored now? Go bake a cake or something. Thrilled? On to part two!
AUTHOR: Richard Bachman
EMAIL: bachman_rchard@hotmail.com
SITE: nope
FEEDBACK: Oh Yes! Absolutely.
DISTRIBUTION: Do whatever you like poodle. As long as Richard is mentioned I'm fine.
RATING: NC-17 Humor/angst/some action, b'cause that's just what BtVS is nowadays, isn't it?
PAIRING: B/S
SUMMARY: Spike is back in town, ensouled, still chipped, and uncertain about how to deal with his love for the Slayer. Dru is also back in town, alone, still dangerously insane, and with a special wish of her own; to make the dark murderous knight that she had once created to return into her arms.
WARNING: This fic describes scenes of torture, and is dark and angsty, the usual stuff really.
THANKS: To anyone for reading my senseless dribble.
CHARACTERS: This is my own pathetic attempt of how to let Buffy know what has happened to Spike and how she and the other Scoobies are gonna deal with it. And there is still that ugliness of the attempt to rape lingering around. Our Spikey will truly have to prove himself before he is even back at where he started in the beginning of S6. General cruelness to our fav vamp (Dru likes to play her bloody little games, so does Spike) and silliness ahead, you've been warned.
CHAPTER 1: WATCHING YOU, WATCHING ME.
PART 1
Sunnydale, USA October 9th, 2002
Sunnydale high school, rebuilt from scratch, and still the centre of sporadic incidences of death and mayhem, much to the courtesy of the mystic Hellmouth situated in the heart of the building. Two teenagers, a red haired girl with a cute freckled face and a handsome young man, dark, tall and tanned, were running through the corridors of the vacant building, their fast-paced footsteps echoing hectically, as they were running for their lives.
" James! I can't! I can't run anymore! I need ---I need to breathe."
The girl let go of her boyfriend's hand and collapsed, bending over with her hands on her knees while gasping for air. Her pretty face was a white sheet of fear. James snapped his head and gazed around nervously.
"Come on! We can't slow down! They will find us."
"I can't run anymore! I just can't! I'm so scared."
"Come, give me your hand, I won't let them get you."
With a soft whimper, the girl let herself be dragged back up and sprinted on her tired feet toward the stairs, heading for the main entrance. Her pulse was drumming maddeningly loud in her ears, and her lungs burnt with every breath she took.
They ran down the stairs, and when the main hall with the large oaken doors appeared in their sight, the girl sighed with relief. The exit was so close now. They must be able to make it.
James rushed down the last few steps, pulling on her hand since she was struggling with her own legs. It seemed as if they had turned against her, overwhelmed by her blind panic, turning even an everyday task as descending the stairs into a serious challenge.
"Come on! We're almost there!"
She had her eyes down on the steps for a second, averted from James, when it happened. A shadow appeared at her feet, and then there was the sound of tearing flesh. Her bare arm and white summer dress became covered with fine droplets of blood.
She raised her head slowly, eyes wide with shock.
James was still standing in front of her, holding her hand, but was unable to speak to her or even see her anymore. His tongue hung out, and his eyes were rolled back in his skull. There was a red, savage cut in his throat running from ear to ear. She swallowed a scream as she thought she could see his Adam's apple still moving.
"Hey little girl." The voice of a man, low and dangerous, slightly lisping.
"Wanna come with us now, or do we need to kill someone else you care for?"
Finally she screamed, letting go of his hand, and James' mutilated body collapsed on the floor. Her mind was on the verge of breaking as she saw his murderer emerging out of the darkness. Features twisted into beastlike lumps, his mouth a red hole with rows of teeth, with blood - James' blood, she thought guiltily - trickling down the corner. Human-like in form, but he was absolutely no man.
He was a vampire.
There were more of them emerging, joining their leader like a pack of hungry wolfs. Circling around her, waiting impatiently and cruelly toying with her.
"Isn't she nice, all distressed and dead scared. I love it when they cry. In fact, I love it so much that I can just snap her pretty little neck in two and drink from her like a red fountain."
She whimpered and flinched as cold, rough fingers caressed her cheeks, and gasped in pain as they drew blood from her flawless skin with their talons.
The grotesque hand that was torturing her retreated suddenly as the vampire in question was corrected by the leader with a slap on its head.
"Hey! Don't let her bleed yet! She must be saved for the ritual. You don't wanna piss off the boss, do you?"
"But she'll like it. She'll love the pretty colours that her intestines will make when they are sprawled all over the floor. She will love it so much that she will sing and dance on them."
The leader of the pack growled. He paced toward the girl and grabbed her by the wrists, shaking her frail body vigorously as he addressed the minion.
"Yeah right. She will be thrilled for a while till she remembers how you fucked up her plans and claws your eyes out. Honestly, I really don't know what the boss was thinking when she decided to made you one of us. Keep your hands off the girl, mush brains!"
"Good advice. I would stick to it if I was you."
The vampire turned his head and found a small form of a girl standing in the doorway, her hands resting on her hips, holding an armed crossbow against her thigh. There was a petite, confident smile on her lips.
"Slayer." Whispered the demon.
The smile on the girl's face became a mocking grin.
"Not quite. More like the Slayer's sister."
Dawn drew the crossbow and fired, the bolt hitting the vampire right in his heart and dusting him in front of the others' eyes.
Bored now? Go bake a cake or something. Thrilled? On to part two!