Lost Soul
by FoxyNymph
Disclaimer: Sadly, i must admit that i do not own Buffy or Spike...no matter how badly i want him!
**************************************************************************** ****** Chaper I...Lost in a Rumble
With a growl that would do any demon proud, I backhanded the one who was trying to do me in. Not very nice if you ask me. I mean, they didn't even ask if i wanted to play this stupid game of cat and mouse with them! Really, come on...I've got better things to do than just stand her and fight this stupid vamp all day.
It wasn't even a real fight anyway. The stupid idiot can't even hit me, let alone take one of my puches. What am i suppose to do, pull the fight so he/Ihave a chance? Hell no, Buffy ain't good at that kind of thing. Who the hell said that patience was a virtue? Obviously never fought a vamp or demon before! Enough of this shit! I've got better things to do. Just can't think of any right now. Oh...but when I do- demons beware!
"Come on! This is sooo boring! I've seen paint dry faster. Well, maybe not...who would ever be that stupid and desperate?" With a deep sigh, I realized that that idiot would be none other then me.
I watched with a very amused smirk on my face as the vamp I was curently fighting, tried his best to try to intimidate me with a very unhostial glare. Yep, he's defenitly a fledling. And here I thought I was going to get a real fight! Not today Buffy...I thought as I pulled my stake out of the waistband of my LowRiders jeans.
"Sorry vampie, but I've got things to do. I mean, I've got to get ready for my date tonight. And I still don't know what to do with my hair!" Looking at the vamp in front of me, I sadly realized that he wouldn't have any suggestions. Jerk...
Rolling my shoulders until they relaxed, a tired yawn escaped my chapped lips. This fight had dragged on way too long...way too long. Tightening my grip of my beloved stake, I throw my whole body right behind the flick of my wrist. Letting go of the stake at the critical moment needed. My stake flew through the air with the greatest of ease. Well, maybe not, but it was a pretty damn good shot if I do say so myself!
*POOF*
I walked through the dust that had yet to settle on the cold, hard ground of the SunnyDale cemetary. No need to look out for anymoer unwanted guests, the sun was almost up and atom. Damn, the whole night gone astray...all thanks to that pethetic jerk of a vampire!
When my stomach rumbled and my cheecks burned bright red, I realized that I hadn't had anything to eat for ages. I was almost out of the godforsaken place when i heard the rumbling that didn't belong to my stomach. But I did more than hear it, I felt it as well. It felt like an earthquake, but the chill down my spine told me it was much more. So much for my date...
Turning around with a very irritated sigh, I looked right into the gate of Hell. Or so it seemed. Fire was leaping and dancing out of the said portal. The flames themselves can in all different colors. There was the normal colors of reds, oranges, and yellows. But there were also shades of blue, greens, purples, and grays. But the color that stood out the most of the exotic black one.
I'd never seen a black flame before. And this one, black flame made all of the blood in my body run cold in fright. It may not have looked any different then the others, but there was something sure as hell wrong with it! Just the feel of it made me want to lock myself im my room forever and weep even longer than that.
I'd felt many evil things in my many years of slaying, but none of them took the top of the cake like this...this aura I was feeling now. This evil presence made even The Master look like a saint. And I had nightmares about that guy for almost a year after I killed him. Hey, i'm not saying I'm a coward or anything. He wasn't that bad. But he was also the only demon that has killed me. Memories of drowning in that horrid place would give anyone nightmares.
Well, damn...what to do? Why am I always the one that has to deal with these kinds of things? Oh yeah...'cause I'm the slayer. Well, ya know what...FUCK YOU! I still have some words and certain gestures that I want all of those damn "Power that Be" assholes! Who the hell told them they could fuck up my life so badly?!I know I never sighned up for the job...no one in there right mind would.
I was thrown out of my personal brooding when I felt the wind begin to pick up. It was gently at first, but it then began to get harsher and more powerful. Enough to blow someone as heav...light as me off my feet and land on my stomach a few feet away from where I had been. But I wasn't the only thing losing the battle of balance; many tombstones and statues were being violently ripped out of the ground and being sucked into the flaming portal of reds, blues, and blacks.
As I began to slowly be pulled towards the portal, I grabbed hold of the only thing I could reach. And that happen to be my stake. Just my rotten luck...I thought as I pocketed the stake. Well, shoved it down my pants more or less. Did I really just say that?
My teeth grinded together with the effort of trying to dig my fingers into the hardened ground and claw a hole in an attemps to make a grip for myself. The snapping sound alerted me that I had just broken one or more of my delicitly polished and manicured nails. Damn it all... Being unable to get a good hold on anything, my body unintentionaly began to slide, grind, and slammed against the ground as I was slowly swept closer to the gate.
A cry escaped my mouth that was full of dirt and other unpleasentries when a perticular jaggid, and sharp rock bit into my skin when I was dragged over it. It didn't need to see it to know that it was a deep and serious wound. Looking behind me, I could see the trail of blood I was unintenstionaly leaving. It didn't worry me much at first, but when another sharp object embedded itself into my lower stomach, I began to worry for my safty. I might have been the slayer, but cut a slayer...does she not bleed? And bleed alot did this one slayer do...Oww...
As more and more cuts, scrapes, and scratches embelished my already weary body, I began to feel the world becomeing a darker place. I tried to keep myself awake and alert, really I did! But I just had felt so...dizzy and weak from all of the blood I was losing. I tried to keep my eyes wide open, but it keep the pain at bay if I closed them tightly enough. I tried to ignore the voice that whispered in my head for me to sleep, but it was so convincing. I just had to listen to it's calm and gentle words.
The last thing I rember before I gave into the darkness, was seeing the black flames as the licked and consumed my entire body. Oddly enough, it didn't hurt at all. It felt...relaxing and comforting, almost like the loving embrace between a mother and her child. It felt so good, to be free of all worries and doubts. I found myself, welcoming the dark flames that devored my body and the flames that ate at my soul.
No more...no more... **************************************************************************** ******
Konnichiwa! Hiya all. I hope you enjoyed my story! And I'm sorry for any and all the mistakes. Spelling is not my strong point. Well, I hope I didn't bore you to death through any of it. I can get very...descriptive when left to my own devices. Well, just want you all to know that this is my first Fic i ever posted before...hope i did good... And hopefully I can get through it all...yeah, always have that problem.
Anyway, hopefully you can review and give me some pointers. I know somewhat of what i am doing...a tiny some but a some nonetheless. Damn...how the hell do peole write so much after their stories? I can't think of anything else to say so, I guess this is me sighning out...yeah...CIAO!!!
Written (horribly i might add) by FoxyNymph
by FoxyNymph
Disclaimer: Sadly, i must admit that i do not own Buffy or Spike...no matter how badly i want him!
**************************************************************************** ****** Chaper I...Lost in a Rumble
With a growl that would do any demon proud, I backhanded the one who was trying to do me in. Not very nice if you ask me. I mean, they didn't even ask if i wanted to play this stupid game of cat and mouse with them! Really, come on...I've got better things to do than just stand her and fight this stupid vamp all day.
It wasn't even a real fight anyway. The stupid idiot can't even hit me, let alone take one of my puches. What am i suppose to do, pull the fight so he/Ihave a chance? Hell no, Buffy ain't good at that kind of thing. Who the hell said that patience was a virtue? Obviously never fought a vamp or demon before! Enough of this shit! I've got better things to do. Just can't think of any right now. Oh...but when I do- demons beware!
"Come on! This is sooo boring! I've seen paint dry faster. Well, maybe not...who would ever be that stupid and desperate?" With a deep sigh, I realized that that idiot would be none other then me.
I watched with a very amused smirk on my face as the vamp I was curently fighting, tried his best to try to intimidate me with a very unhostial glare. Yep, he's defenitly a fledling. And here I thought I was going to get a real fight! Not today Buffy...I thought as I pulled my stake out of the waistband of my LowRiders jeans.
"Sorry vampie, but I've got things to do. I mean, I've got to get ready for my date tonight. And I still don't know what to do with my hair!" Looking at the vamp in front of me, I sadly realized that he wouldn't have any suggestions. Jerk...
Rolling my shoulders until they relaxed, a tired yawn escaped my chapped lips. This fight had dragged on way too long...way too long. Tightening my grip of my beloved stake, I throw my whole body right behind the flick of my wrist. Letting go of the stake at the critical moment needed. My stake flew through the air with the greatest of ease. Well, maybe not, but it was a pretty damn good shot if I do say so myself!
*POOF*
I walked through the dust that had yet to settle on the cold, hard ground of the SunnyDale cemetary. No need to look out for anymoer unwanted guests, the sun was almost up and atom. Damn, the whole night gone astray...all thanks to that pethetic jerk of a vampire!
When my stomach rumbled and my cheecks burned bright red, I realized that I hadn't had anything to eat for ages. I was almost out of the godforsaken place when i heard the rumbling that didn't belong to my stomach. But I did more than hear it, I felt it as well. It felt like an earthquake, but the chill down my spine told me it was much more. So much for my date...
Turning around with a very irritated sigh, I looked right into the gate of Hell. Or so it seemed. Fire was leaping and dancing out of the said portal. The flames themselves can in all different colors. There was the normal colors of reds, oranges, and yellows. But there were also shades of blue, greens, purples, and grays. But the color that stood out the most of the exotic black one.
I'd never seen a black flame before. And this one, black flame made all of the blood in my body run cold in fright. It may not have looked any different then the others, but there was something sure as hell wrong with it! Just the feel of it made me want to lock myself im my room forever and weep even longer than that.
I'd felt many evil things in my many years of slaying, but none of them took the top of the cake like this...this aura I was feeling now. This evil presence made even The Master look like a saint. And I had nightmares about that guy for almost a year after I killed him. Hey, i'm not saying I'm a coward or anything. He wasn't that bad. But he was also the only demon that has killed me. Memories of drowning in that horrid place would give anyone nightmares.
Well, damn...what to do? Why am I always the one that has to deal with these kinds of things? Oh yeah...'cause I'm the slayer. Well, ya know what...FUCK YOU! I still have some words and certain gestures that I want all of those damn "Power that Be" assholes! Who the hell told them they could fuck up my life so badly?!I know I never sighned up for the job...no one in there right mind would.
I was thrown out of my personal brooding when I felt the wind begin to pick up. It was gently at first, but it then began to get harsher and more powerful. Enough to blow someone as heav...light as me off my feet and land on my stomach a few feet away from where I had been. But I wasn't the only thing losing the battle of balance; many tombstones and statues were being violently ripped out of the ground and being sucked into the flaming portal of reds, blues, and blacks.
As I began to slowly be pulled towards the portal, I grabbed hold of the only thing I could reach. And that happen to be my stake. Just my rotten luck...I thought as I pocketed the stake. Well, shoved it down my pants more or less. Did I really just say that?
My teeth grinded together with the effort of trying to dig my fingers into the hardened ground and claw a hole in an attemps to make a grip for myself. The snapping sound alerted me that I had just broken one or more of my delicitly polished and manicured nails. Damn it all... Being unable to get a good hold on anything, my body unintentionaly began to slide, grind, and slammed against the ground as I was slowly swept closer to the gate.
A cry escaped my mouth that was full of dirt and other unpleasentries when a perticular jaggid, and sharp rock bit into my skin when I was dragged over it. It didn't need to see it to know that it was a deep and serious wound. Looking behind me, I could see the trail of blood I was unintenstionaly leaving. It didn't worry me much at first, but when another sharp object embedded itself into my lower stomach, I began to worry for my safty. I might have been the slayer, but cut a slayer...does she not bleed? And bleed alot did this one slayer do...Oww...
As more and more cuts, scrapes, and scratches embelished my already weary body, I began to feel the world becomeing a darker place. I tried to keep myself awake and alert, really I did! But I just had felt so...dizzy and weak from all of the blood I was losing. I tried to keep my eyes wide open, but it keep the pain at bay if I closed them tightly enough. I tried to ignore the voice that whispered in my head for me to sleep, but it was so convincing. I just had to listen to it's calm and gentle words.
The last thing I rember before I gave into the darkness, was seeing the black flames as the licked and consumed my entire body. Oddly enough, it didn't hurt at all. It felt...relaxing and comforting, almost like the loving embrace between a mother and her child. It felt so good, to be free of all worries and doubts. I found myself, welcoming the dark flames that devored my body and the flames that ate at my soul.
No more...no more... **************************************************************************** ******
Konnichiwa! Hiya all. I hope you enjoyed my story! And I'm sorry for any and all the mistakes. Spelling is not my strong point. Well, I hope I didn't bore you to death through any of it. I can get very...descriptive when left to my own devices. Well, just want you all to know that this is my first Fic i ever posted before...hope i did good... And hopefully I can get through it all...yeah, always have that problem.
Anyway, hopefully you can review and give me some pointers. I know somewhat of what i am doing...a tiny some but a some nonetheless. Damn...how the hell do peole write so much after their stories? I can't think of anything else to say so, I guess this is me sighning out...yeah...CIAO!!!
Written (horribly i might add) by FoxyNymph