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Distribution: Yessss please! Put it wherever you want, I just wanna know where it's going.
Author: Minnie-May
Title: Feathers- Prelude
Notes: Okay just a couple of quick notes. This is going to be my first Buffy story with chapters. ^_^ So be nice alright? And umm I hope this gets better from here and please continue to read it and whatnot. Be kind: READ AND REVIEW!
Feathers- Prelude
Spike groaned and rolled over, staring at a blank wall. For seconds his mind fought to remember where he was and how he'd gotten there. Then it hit him like a load of bricks. He sat up leaning heavily on his elbows and looked across the room to where a girl sat indian style on the floor, her hair dark against her face and her chin resting on her fist.
"Morning luv" Spike said leisurely, propping himself up. Pain split through his sides like a knife. Forgot about that chest wound.
"Where is it?" the girl asked coldly, dark eyes staring at him, waiting for him to answer. By the looks of her the girl was only a couple years older than Dawn, seventeen at the most.
"I have no idea what your talking about" Spike said with a smug smile.
"Where is it?" the girl repeated again, only this time it sounded less like a question and more like a demand.
"Really pet, your gonna have 't be more specific than 'it'" Spike said, aware that he was treading thin ice.
In one fluid movement the girl was up and across the room, pressing Spike high up into the wall. Spike gasped for breath as the girl closed off his air passage and landed a punch to his ribs, cracking at least one.
"Where is the goddamn key?" she demanded.
"What are you?" he gasped out, fighting the blackness that threatened to overwhelm him.
Anger contorted her pretty features as she stared at the vampire she had by the throat. Damn vampires and their arrogance, did they think they couldn't be killed? "Wrong answer" she said tossing him back to the ground. Hard.
Spike heard a loud crack somewhere and was distinctly aware of waves of nauseating pain. He could see the girl walking out of the dismal room he inhabited and then heard the locking of the door. Dark spots began to cover his vision and he gave into the sleep that was calling him.
***
"Buffy why don't we go home, talk, discuss feelings," Giles was greeted with a doubtful stare. "For God's sake this is the last place you should be right now."
"Why because Mom'll be here soon?" Buffy asked acidly. She turned the stake in her hand and stepped around a tombstone. She had been trying so hard to forgot about Mom, tried to get her mind off the horrible truth. It hit her once again with the force of a two ton block. Her mother was dead. There was a funeral tomorrow. Her mother's funeral. Her mother was dead.
Giles stopped in his tracks for a moment, the comment had taken him by surprise. Until that moment Buffy had hardly even mentioned her mother, much less the fact that she was dead. He wasn't sure if this was a step forward but he could hope. Giles was still shocked over Joyce's death, shocked and upset. But he couldn't let his feelings way him down, he had to be there for Buffy. He had to be strong, like always.
"I was just saying that with all the stress you've been through lately that maybe it wasn't such a good idea- and you have to get up early tomorrow" Giles stuttered, somehow not finding the right words for the situation.
"You know what Giles I really don't feel like hearing this right now. I think I'm just going to patrol alone tonight. See you tomorrow" Buffy spit out the last part as if it tasted awful and turned away from Giles.
"Buffy wait-" Giles began but Buffy began running across the graveyard, away from him and possibly the truth. Giles sighed and sat heavily on one of the tombstones as he watched the outline of her body disappear among the headstones. He hoped she wouldn't do anything stupid.
***
Twenty minutes later Buffy stood in front of a familiar tomb. She still wasn't sure why she was here. She tried to convince herself that this was just where she had ended up but she knew that it wasn't that superficial. At the moment she need him, either for comforting or for playing with, she wasn't sure which. Buffy had had enough shoulders to cry on already, she wanted someone who she could take it out on, all the unfairness in the world. That person happened to be Spike.
Buffy gave the door a hard shove and listened intently as it banged against the wall. Somehow that one act of violence made her feel much better. She suddenly couldn't wait to see Spike.
She stepped into the crypt and stared distastefully at the dust that covered most of the tomb. "Spike!" she called out as she stepped over one of his shirts that was lying in the doorway. Buffy peered into the blackness and called out again, "Spike!" Again there was no answer. She drummed her fingers on one of the walls and looked around once more. She supposed she'd just have to go in and pay him a visit, whether he wanted her there or not.
She walked around the doorway and into the main part of the crypt and stopped dead in her tracks. The place was a mess, but not just the usual 'oh Spike lives here' mess. It was the 'someone's been looking for something violently' mess. For some reason that didn't bond well for Buffy.
Buffy began to scan the room for any signs of Spike. The ancient looking coffin that had sat against the back wall had been thrown over and it looked almost as if the remains had been rifled through. "Eww" she muttered as she picked her way carefully among the bones. It seemed as if Spike's entire wardrobe had been spewn haphazardly across the floor and the little furniture Spike had was overturned. Someone had certainly done a through job searching the place. Even Spike's little tv was on the ground, it's screen smashed to bits and it's ante wretched off the top. Buffy's eyes then went to the walls and stopped in cold fear at what she saw. Written across the wall in what looked very much like blood was the sentence 'Give me the key'.
Buffy couldn't help it; she began to cry.
***
"What did she tell you?"
"Well you see your grace I believe you'll be very pleased when you-" the groveling demon replied at her feet.
"Well did she say anything about the Key or not?" Glory asked angrily, stamping her stiletto down on her minion's hand. The demon gave a cry of pain as she twisted the heel into his hand.
"You see I was getting to that your wonderfulness. The prophet did tell me some things about the Key your magnificence" the demon said shuffling away from Glory on hands and knees.
"Well what did she have to say?" Glory asked, pulling down the skirt on her designer dress.
"She was babbling for awhile your grace. About there being two keys and something about a child or children. Then she began talking about angels. I think she might have been mad" the demon plowed on with his story.
Glory raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at the demon and flipped her hand up in the air. "Continue".
"Yes well, I did seem to get something out of her. It seems a couple days ago she suddenly got her hands on this very powerful item. She said it was called a key-" the demon got no farther before Glory's powerful voice screeched in.
"You did get this 'key' right? Because if you didn't..." Glory let her threat hang in the air like a guillotine over his head. He took a big gulp of air and restarted the story.
"Yes of course I got the key your gloriousness" the demon said pulling an object out of one of his grubby pockets.
"Yes! Yes!" Glory dove onto the ground and took the object gently from her slave's hand. It was a small key, only about two inches long, but it was beautiful in it's crafting. It was truly an ornate wonder. The key was made of pure gold that seemed to glitter in the light of Glory's penthouse. The handle part of the key was inlaid with intricate designs and a round ruby poked up from the middle. The rest looked something like an ancient key, thick and round.
"My darling! I knew I could count on you!" Glory cried throwing her arms around the demon and planting a kiss on the top on his head. He blushed from head to toe and fumbled with his hands.
"Well you know I-I'm always here to please" he grumbled happily.
"And the prophet? What did you do with her?" Glory asked smiling.
"I killed her just as you told me to" the demon replied happily. "Now no one will know anything."
Glory beamed at her servant and stood up from her crouching position. With a hand she beckoned her demon to do the same.
"I want you to see what you've helped me accomplish" Glory said, all smiles and pride. It seemed impossible to think that that only minutes before she had been contemplating ripping his throat out.
Glory held the key in front of her face by the thin gold chain and smiled. Finally the key was hers. She pulled the necklace over her head in a majestic manner, as if she was being crowned and shook her hair out. At once she felt as if her infinite power had doubled.
"Well? How does it look?"
to be continued
Distribution: Yessss please! Put it wherever you want, I just wanna know where it's going.
Author: Minnie-May
Title: Feathers- Prelude
Notes: Okay just a couple of quick notes. This is going to be my first Buffy story with chapters. ^_^ So be nice alright? And umm I hope this gets better from here and please continue to read it and whatnot. Be kind: READ AND REVIEW!
Feathers- Prelude
Spike groaned and rolled over, staring at a blank wall. For seconds his mind fought to remember where he was and how he'd gotten there. Then it hit him like a load of bricks. He sat up leaning heavily on his elbows and looked across the room to where a girl sat indian style on the floor, her hair dark against her face and her chin resting on her fist.
"Morning luv" Spike said leisurely, propping himself up. Pain split through his sides like a knife. Forgot about that chest wound.
"Where is it?" the girl asked coldly, dark eyes staring at him, waiting for him to answer. By the looks of her the girl was only a couple years older than Dawn, seventeen at the most.
"I have no idea what your talking about" Spike said with a smug smile.
"Where is it?" the girl repeated again, only this time it sounded less like a question and more like a demand.
"Really pet, your gonna have 't be more specific than 'it'" Spike said, aware that he was treading thin ice.
In one fluid movement the girl was up and across the room, pressing Spike high up into the wall. Spike gasped for breath as the girl closed off his air passage and landed a punch to his ribs, cracking at least one.
"Where is the goddamn key?" she demanded.
"What are you?" he gasped out, fighting the blackness that threatened to overwhelm him.
Anger contorted her pretty features as she stared at the vampire she had by the throat. Damn vampires and their arrogance, did they think they couldn't be killed? "Wrong answer" she said tossing him back to the ground. Hard.
Spike heard a loud crack somewhere and was distinctly aware of waves of nauseating pain. He could see the girl walking out of the dismal room he inhabited and then heard the locking of the door. Dark spots began to cover his vision and he gave into the sleep that was calling him.
***
"Buffy why don't we go home, talk, discuss feelings," Giles was greeted with a doubtful stare. "For God's sake this is the last place you should be right now."
"Why because Mom'll be here soon?" Buffy asked acidly. She turned the stake in her hand and stepped around a tombstone. She had been trying so hard to forgot about Mom, tried to get her mind off the horrible truth. It hit her once again with the force of a two ton block. Her mother was dead. There was a funeral tomorrow. Her mother's funeral. Her mother was dead.
Giles stopped in his tracks for a moment, the comment had taken him by surprise. Until that moment Buffy had hardly even mentioned her mother, much less the fact that she was dead. He wasn't sure if this was a step forward but he could hope. Giles was still shocked over Joyce's death, shocked and upset. But he couldn't let his feelings way him down, he had to be there for Buffy. He had to be strong, like always.
"I was just saying that with all the stress you've been through lately that maybe it wasn't such a good idea- and you have to get up early tomorrow" Giles stuttered, somehow not finding the right words for the situation.
"You know what Giles I really don't feel like hearing this right now. I think I'm just going to patrol alone tonight. See you tomorrow" Buffy spit out the last part as if it tasted awful and turned away from Giles.
"Buffy wait-" Giles began but Buffy began running across the graveyard, away from him and possibly the truth. Giles sighed and sat heavily on one of the tombstones as he watched the outline of her body disappear among the headstones. He hoped she wouldn't do anything stupid.
***
Twenty minutes later Buffy stood in front of a familiar tomb. She still wasn't sure why she was here. She tried to convince herself that this was just where she had ended up but she knew that it wasn't that superficial. At the moment she need him, either for comforting or for playing with, she wasn't sure which. Buffy had had enough shoulders to cry on already, she wanted someone who she could take it out on, all the unfairness in the world. That person happened to be Spike.
Buffy gave the door a hard shove and listened intently as it banged against the wall. Somehow that one act of violence made her feel much better. She suddenly couldn't wait to see Spike.
She stepped into the crypt and stared distastefully at the dust that covered most of the tomb. "Spike!" she called out as she stepped over one of his shirts that was lying in the doorway. Buffy peered into the blackness and called out again, "Spike!" Again there was no answer. She drummed her fingers on one of the walls and looked around once more. She supposed she'd just have to go in and pay him a visit, whether he wanted her there or not.
She walked around the doorway and into the main part of the crypt and stopped dead in her tracks. The place was a mess, but not just the usual 'oh Spike lives here' mess. It was the 'someone's been looking for something violently' mess. For some reason that didn't bond well for Buffy.
Buffy began to scan the room for any signs of Spike. The ancient looking coffin that had sat against the back wall had been thrown over and it looked almost as if the remains had been rifled through. "Eww" she muttered as she picked her way carefully among the bones. It seemed as if Spike's entire wardrobe had been spewn haphazardly across the floor and the little furniture Spike had was overturned. Someone had certainly done a through job searching the place. Even Spike's little tv was on the ground, it's screen smashed to bits and it's ante wretched off the top. Buffy's eyes then went to the walls and stopped in cold fear at what she saw. Written across the wall in what looked very much like blood was the sentence 'Give me the key'.
Buffy couldn't help it; she began to cry.
***
"What did she tell you?"
"Well you see your grace I believe you'll be very pleased when you-" the groveling demon replied at her feet.
"Well did she say anything about the Key or not?" Glory asked angrily, stamping her stiletto down on her minion's hand. The demon gave a cry of pain as she twisted the heel into his hand.
"You see I was getting to that your wonderfulness. The prophet did tell me some things about the Key your magnificence" the demon said shuffling away from Glory on hands and knees.
"Well what did she have to say?" Glory asked, pulling down the skirt on her designer dress.
"She was babbling for awhile your grace. About there being two keys and something about a child or children. Then she began talking about angels. I think she might have been mad" the demon plowed on with his story.
Glory raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at the demon and flipped her hand up in the air. "Continue".
"Yes well, I did seem to get something out of her. It seems a couple days ago she suddenly got her hands on this very powerful item. She said it was called a key-" the demon got no farther before Glory's powerful voice screeched in.
"You did get this 'key' right? Because if you didn't..." Glory let her threat hang in the air like a guillotine over his head. He took a big gulp of air and restarted the story.
"Yes of course I got the key your gloriousness" the demon said pulling an object out of one of his grubby pockets.
"Yes! Yes!" Glory dove onto the ground and took the object gently from her slave's hand. It was a small key, only about two inches long, but it was beautiful in it's crafting. It was truly an ornate wonder. The key was made of pure gold that seemed to glitter in the light of Glory's penthouse. The handle part of the key was inlaid with intricate designs and a round ruby poked up from the middle. The rest looked something like an ancient key, thick and round.
"My darling! I knew I could count on you!" Glory cried throwing her arms around the demon and planting a kiss on the top on his head. He blushed from head to toe and fumbled with his hands.
"Well you know I-I'm always here to please" he grumbled happily.
"And the prophet? What did you do with her?" Glory asked smiling.
"I killed her just as you told me to" the demon replied happily. "Now no one will know anything."
Glory beamed at her servant and stood up from her crouching position. With a hand she beckoned her demon to do the same.
"I want you to see what you've helped me accomplish" Glory said, all smiles and pride. It seemed impossible to think that that only minutes before she had been contemplating ripping his throat out.
Glory held the key in front of her face by the thin gold chain and smiled. Finally the key was hers. She pulled the necklace over her head in a majestic manner, as if she was being crowned and shook her hair out. At once she felt as if her infinite power had doubled.
"Well? How does it look?"
to be continued