Fic: Creepy Crawlies (1/1)
Author: TheHaCk or HackMaSterNax
Couple: I guess slight B/X'iness
Category: one parter
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy own the rights to
everything concerning BTVS.
Distribution: Anywhere, just tell me atleast.
Feedback: to hackmasternax@yahoo.co.uk
Authors Notes 1: Set season 1, there are no spoilers therefore.
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This place smells funky, but then again I should have really expected it I mean after all it's a sewer it isn't exactly going to smell of roses. It's pretty dark and dank down here but that again is because its sewer territory. I try not to think of all the people above flushing there toilets, it wouldn't help with my current situation and the fact that if I did I'd be showering for the next ten years wouldn't be fun neither.
Feeling something on my leg I kick out and squeal high pitched like a girl, yep I actually squealed like a three year old girl. I suppose that's why it's a good thing that I'm alone down here then. Somewhere above I can just picture a certain redheaded girl smiling for some unknown reason, she's always been psychic when it comes to my humiliations.
I guess the crawly things never even entered my head before I came down here. I've seen a few freaky things in the last few days. Honest to god vampires, the same that I've seen in movies such as "interview with a vampire" and "Dracula", the exact same ones. Well not exactly the same I mean none of them are as cool as good ol drac although they pretend to be. I've seen a girl that could bench press a Ford Ka and do double somersault through the air likes its child play that fights these vampires and here I am, knee deep in water, with my mind centered on the crawlies.
I've never liked things that have more than two legs; I was eight when I killed my own hamster and not because it bit me but because it ran at me with its teeth bared all fangy like. My foot was introduced to Charlie the hamster and two days later I was doing his eulogy in the back garden.
Something touched my foot again and once more I shriek like the girly man I am and back up against the wall.
Why am I down here? I ask myself that question then suddenly focus with a breath and realize it's because of Buffy, the same vampire ass-kicking girl I mentioned earlier.
She was down here somewhere, trying to get my friend back for me and I wanted to help and hopefully avoid her death as well.
I let out a small laugh, me. Help. I just about crawled the way up the wall when something touched my leg and yet I think I can help an ass-kicking teenage girl with superhuman strength take on hordes of vampires.
Nuts. That's what I am. Me, take on vampires with superhuman strength when I couldn't even confront my own bullies in junior high, the idea was stupid even to me.
A flash of my friends face enters my head, my good buddy Jesse and then another picture flashed inside my front lobe. This time it was of Buffy.
I look around into the dark tunnels and sigh, to hell with the creepy crawlies. I'm not going to let them two get hurt or die because I'm scared of some tiny little rodents. Pointing my flash light down the tunnel I take a step forward.
Author: TheHaCk or HackMaSterNax
Couple: I guess slight B/X'iness
Category: one parter
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy own the rights to
everything concerning BTVS.
Distribution: Anywhere, just tell me atleast.
Feedback: to hackmasternax@yahoo.co.uk
Authors Notes 1: Set season 1, there are no spoilers therefore.
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This place smells funky, but then again I should have really expected it I mean after all it's a sewer it isn't exactly going to smell of roses. It's pretty dark and dank down here but that again is because its sewer territory. I try not to think of all the people above flushing there toilets, it wouldn't help with my current situation and the fact that if I did I'd be showering for the next ten years wouldn't be fun neither.
Feeling something on my leg I kick out and squeal high pitched like a girl, yep I actually squealed like a three year old girl. I suppose that's why it's a good thing that I'm alone down here then. Somewhere above I can just picture a certain redheaded girl smiling for some unknown reason, she's always been psychic when it comes to my humiliations.
I guess the crawly things never even entered my head before I came down here. I've seen a few freaky things in the last few days. Honest to god vampires, the same that I've seen in movies such as "interview with a vampire" and "Dracula", the exact same ones. Well not exactly the same I mean none of them are as cool as good ol drac although they pretend to be. I've seen a girl that could bench press a Ford Ka and do double somersault through the air likes its child play that fights these vampires and here I am, knee deep in water, with my mind centered on the crawlies.
I've never liked things that have more than two legs; I was eight when I killed my own hamster and not because it bit me but because it ran at me with its teeth bared all fangy like. My foot was introduced to Charlie the hamster and two days later I was doing his eulogy in the back garden.
Something touched my foot again and once more I shriek like the girly man I am and back up against the wall.
Why am I down here? I ask myself that question then suddenly focus with a breath and realize it's because of Buffy, the same vampire ass-kicking girl I mentioned earlier.
She was down here somewhere, trying to get my friend back for me and I wanted to help and hopefully avoid her death as well.
I let out a small laugh, me. Help. I just about crawled the way up the wall when something touched my leg and yet I think I can help an ass-kicking teenage girl with superhuman strength take on hordes of vampires.
Nuts. That's what I am. Me, take on vampires with superhuman strength when I couldn't even confront my own bullies in junior high, the idea was stupid even to me.
A flash of my friends face enters my head, my good buddy Jesse and then another picture flashed inside my front lobe. This time it was of Buffy.
I look around into the dark tunnels and sigh, to hell with the creepy crawlies. I'm not going to let them two get hurt or die because I'm scared of some tiny little rodents. Pointing my flash light down the tunnel I take a step forward.
