Title: Dark Reality
Author: QueenMab
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Disclaimer: Um… not mine. Joss is God of all things Buffy. Don't sue, all you'll get is my deceitful, flesh-eating cat.
Feedback: I am willing to make a scene. So… please?
Distribution: Certainly. Just tell me where please so I can be happy and visit it.
Summary: AU fic. Set at end of Season 2(Becoming, part one), Buffy makes it back to the library a few minutes earlier from diversion fight with Angelus and it sets off a slightly different chain of events.
"Jeez, Is it me or is your heart not in this?"
Buffy eyed her former lover, her fighting stance in effect. She focused on the mocking grin he had taken to wearing in her presence. Angelus seemed to hold a relaxed posture as he continued to trade blows with her.
`Why is he holding back?' Buffy asked herself uneasily. Something wasn't right.
She began to feel a bit queasy and her stomach clenched with anxiety. The primitive Slayer within her was screaming for recognition. This is wrong. He's trying to distract me.
Without another thought, she jumped up while connecting her foot to Angelus' face in a roundhouse type move and watched as he landed on his back. As soon as her feet hit the ground again, Buffy took off toward the high school, hoping against hope her Slayer sixth sense was just her own overactive paranoia.
"Be in me," Drusilla made a quick yet brutal slash through the air. Her deadly nail cut the soft flesh of Kendra's throat with ease. Within seconds, the fallen Slayer's body slumped to the floor. Drusilla's tongue trailed her long digit as she licked off the rich streams of blood. "Night, night," she purred softly.
The vampires glanced around, taking in the sight of bodies littering the room. Bodies of the Slayer's friends. Drusilla closed her eyes briefly as she took time to drink in the scene of chaos before focusing on her objective. "Let's get what we came for dears."
Two vampire minions grabbed Giles from under his arms and drug his unconscious form through the door. Drusilla gracefully swayed as she followed.
The vampiric procession had just turned the corner to the next hall when Buffy violently threw open the entrance doors. Drusilla's eyes widened as she made the hissing sound of a provoked feline.
Buffy stared in horror as she locked eyes on her beaten watcher. She could only imagine the condition of the rest of her friends. Her blood flamed with rage as she began to envision the gruesome possibilities that lay beyond the collection demons.
The first vampire hadn't even dropped Giles' arm by the time wood was protruding from his back. The second managed to defend Buffy's punches for all of half a minute before is dust debris covered the floor.
Buffy turned toward the product of Angel's obsession. "The wolves are crying blood, dearie. You've went and spoiled my party." Drusilla's caressing voice quivered with unstable anger as she began a predatory dance with the blonde. They circled slowly, each poised to attack. Buffy focused all her anxiety and building rage on her graceful yet deadly opponent. Drusilla lunged forward. Buffy countered as she knocked the vampire backwards with a quick punch to the head.
They continued to trade painful hits and sharp jabs, as time seemed to still. Buffy got in a good kick to the stomach, knocking Dru momentarily to the floor. Drusilla glared and delivered an effective backhand to her adversary's face.
Buffy slammed sideways into the wall with the force of vampiric strength. A trickle of blood trailed the corner of Drusilla's mouth from an earlier hit she'd taken. "The stars don't like your games, girl." She growled low in her throat as she gazed at the slightly stunned slayer. Drusilla delicately stepped closer to Buffy and encircled her throat with an iron, vice-like grasp. She lifted her off the ground and high against the wall. Drusilla's thumb felt the pulsing of her heart slow. The dark enchantress brought her other hand up and raised two fingers in front of Buffy's blurred vision. Making small rhythmic circles in the air, Drusilla lowered her voice to a seductive tone. "Be in me," she coaxed. "Look into my eyes… Be –"
She gasped and recoiled backwards as her step faltered. "How's that for in you?" Buffy said in a flat voice, devoid of victory. A small child-like shriek escaped Drusilla's lips before she burst into scattered remains. Buffy looked down emotionless at the floor. Buffy didn't retain the normal sneer that accompanied her one-liners. Her eyes still held a dull, vacant stare for several minutes as the splintered wood in her right hand slowly slipped out of her grip. An echoed clank resounded throughout the empty hall and brought he out of trance. She quickly walked over to still unconscious body and bent down to survey the seriousness of Giles' injuries.
Angelus paced in front of the dormant, stone fireplace. As he was muttering expletives to himself, Spike rolled into the room. "How'd it go? Have fun on your date with Blondie?"
After scowling at the direction of the thick English accent, Angelus shifted his gaze and eyed the heavy door with impatience. "Yeah, darling caught on a little quicker than I expected. Didn't even stay for desert," he said, clearly irritated though not looking up while he spoke.
Spike smirked a little before speaking again. "You must feel positively jilted. Bit's not finding fulfillment in your little prancing competition anymore? Maybe she's beginning to notice the gray." Spike offered cheerfully. He continued to revel in the contempt he found in his elder's glare. "I would kick you wheels first across the room, Roller boy, but your pathetic 'condition' takes all the fun out of it." Angel said before resuming his gait.
"I've never known you to repress an urge. What's got you skittish?"
Before Angelus could retort or even snarl a response, Spike growled out a sound of gut-wrenching anguish. He pitched forward, falling out of the chair and onto the damp concrete. Sitting on his knees, Spike maintained the wild look of a caged animal as his eyes shifted in a frantic pattern of disbelief. He stayed this way for several moments, as time froze in place. The air became heavy and had he the need to breathe Spike would have long been dead.
Angelus has been yelling at him but none of it penetrated except the last bit.
"What the hell's the matter with you?!" Spike continued to focus down at the floor beneath him. His searching eyes now settled into a frigid and calculated stare as his breathing evened out.
"Dammit, we really don't have time for this, Spike," the irritation in his voice was evident. Angelus had begun to think Buffy and her slayerettes had found some of the Gypsy's arts to use on the crippled vampire.
Spike turned back toward his right to the chair he'd been occupying moments ago. He slid out an iron rod that had been secured to the bottom of the chair's armrest. Without a word to the black-clad vampire still staring dumbly at him, Spike whipped the object into Angelus' shin without even flinching. He went down with a heavy thud just as the blond vampire rose gracefully.
"Well you see, Angel..." Spike began in a calm, almost logical voice. He added another blow to Angelus' temple for good measure. "It's like this. Dru's dead."
Powerful hit to the lower back.
"You went off, skipped about with your tart, but then Goldilocks ran home to catch the bears eating," Spike managed levelly before landing a blow to the hip. Angel groaned below him, fighting to stay conscious.
"And while we're being so very chummy, I have to tell you that I've lost my craving to meet this 'Acathla' bloke. There are so many more enticing things one can do to the world rather than end it… especially if one is bent on playing with certain people in it. You know, I've never been a man for torture, takes too long, but I'm beginning to see its draw."
Spike looked down and realized he hadn't beat Angel in the time it took to finish his last speech. He shrugged and pelted him across the back of his gelled head.
"Oh and I've been waiting for the right time to tell you the good news, mate. I can walk again," Spike continued casually. "But don't think I won't miss those catchy little endearments you whipped up. What was my favorite, let me think... oh yeah, Sit n' Spin? Spike connected the weapon to Angelus' leg with such force that he heard the bones crack in protest. Panting and smiling to himself as he thought out loud, " That was a clever one, wasn't it?"
"Well," Spike sighed as he began to circle Angel's crouched and moaning figure. "Since I can't dally all day with your pathetic ass…"
Angelus started moving very slowly, rolling over onto his left, unharmed arm.
Spike stopped behind his victim's stiff form. Without hesitation, he reached into the interior of his leather duster and gripped the sharp wood he had stored there.
"Spike, damn–"
The stake protruding from his chest ripped through his black, well fitted shirt with a quick thrust.
Angelus let out a strained grunt before bursting into dust.
"Sorry mate, didn't mean to interrupt you. Go on." After a moment Spike added, "Oh, lost your thought? I hate when that happens. Well, can't waste the night away yappin'. I'm off to meet with that sweetheart of a slayer that's got you so hot and bothered."
Author: QueenMab
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Disclaimer: Um… not mine. Joss is God of all things Buffy. Don't sue, all you'll get is my deceitful, flesh-eating cat.
Feedback: I am willing to make a scene. So… please?
Distribution: Certainly. Just tell me where please so I can be happy and visit it.
Summary: AU fic. Set at end of Season 2(Becoming, part one), Buffy makes it back to the library a few minutes earlier from diversion fight with Angelus and it sets off a slightly different chain of events.
"Jeez, Is it me or is your heart not in this?"
Buffy eyed her former lover, her fighting stance in effect. She focused on the mocking grin he had taken to wearing in her presence. Angelus seemed to hold a relaxed posture as he continued to trade blows with her.
`Why is he holding back?' Buffy asked herself uneasily. Something wasn't right.
She began to feel a bit queasy and her stomach clenched with anxiety. The primitive Slayer within her was screaming for recognition. This is wrong. He's trying to distract me.
Without another thought, she jumped up while connecting her foot to Angelus' face in a roundhouse type move and watched as he landed on his back. As soon as her feet hit the ground again, Buffy took off toward the high school, hoping against hope her Slayer sixth sense was just her own overactive paranoia.
"Be in me," Drusilla made a quick yet brutal slash through the air. Her deadly nail cut the soft flesh of Kendra's throat with ease. Within seconds, the fallen Slayer's body slumped to the floor. Drusilla's tongue trailed her long digit as she licked off the rich streams of blood. "Night, night," she purred softly.
The vampires glanced around, taking in the sight of bodies littering the room. Bodies of the Slayer's friends. Drusilla closed her eyes briefly as she took time to drink in the scene of chaos before focusing on her objective. "Let's get what we came for dears."
Two vampire minions grabbed Giles from under his arms and drug his unconscious form through the door. Drusilla gracefully swayed as she followed.
The vampiric procession had just turned the corner to the next hall when Buffy violently threw open the entrance doors. Drusilla's eyes widened as she made the hissing sound of a provoked feline.
Buffy stared in horror as she locked eyes on her beaten watcher. She could only imagine the condition of the rest of her friends. Her blood flamed with rage as she began to envision the gruesome possibilities that lay beyond the collection demons.
The first vampire hadn't even dropped Giles' arm by the time wood was protruding from his back. The second managed to defend Buffy's punches for all of half a minute before is dust debris covered the floor.
Buffy turned toward the product of Angel's obsession. "The wolves are crying blood, dearie. You've went and spoiled my party." Drusilla's caressing voice quivered with unstable anger as she began a predatory dance with the blonde. They circled slowly, each poised to attack. Buffy focused all her anxiety and building rage on her graceful yet deadly opponent. Drusilla lunged forward. Buffy countered as she knocked the vampire backwards with a quick punch to the head.
They continued to trade painful hits and sharp jabs, as time seemed to still. Buffy got in a good kick to the stomach, knocking Dru momentarily to the floor. Drusilla glared and delivered an effective backhand to her adversary's face.
Buffy slammed sideways into the wall with the force of vampiric strength. A trickle of blood trailed the corner of Drusilla's mouth from an earlier hit she'd taken. "The stars don't like your games, girl." She growled low in her throat as she gazed at the slightly stunned slayer. Drusilla delicately stepped closer to Buffy and encircled her throat with an iron, vice-like grasp. She lifted her off the ground and high against the wall. Drusilla's thumb felt the pulsing of her heart slow. The dark enchantress brought her other hand up and raised two fingers in front of Buffy's blurred vision. Making small rhythmic circles in the air, Drusilla lowered her voice to a seductive tone. "Be in me," she coaxed. "Look into my eyes… Be –"
She gasped and recoiled backwards as her step faltered. "How's that for in you?" Buffy said in a flat voice, devoid of victory. A small child-like shriek escaped Drusilla's lips before she burst into scattered remains. Buffy looked down emotionless at the floor. Buffy didn't retain the normal sneer that accompanied her one-liners. Her eyes still held a dull, vacant stare for several minutes as the splintered wood in her right hand slowly slipped out of her grip. An echoed clank resounded throughout the empty hall and brought he out of trance. She quickly walked over to still unconscious body and bent down to survey the seriousness of Giles' injuries.
Angelus paced in front of the dormant, stone fireplace. As he was muttering expletives to himself, Spike rolled into the room. "How'd it go? Have fun on your date with Blondie?"
After scowling at the direction of the thick English accent, Angelus shifted his gaze and eyed the heavy door with impatience. "Yeah, darling caught on a little quicker than I expected. Didn't even stay for desert," he said, clearly irritated though not looking up while he spoke.
Spike smirked a little before speaking again. "You must feel positively jilted. Bit's not finding fulfillment in your little prancing competition anymore? Maybe she's beginning to notice the gray." Spike offered cheerfully. He continued to revel in the contempt he found in his elder's glare. "I would kick you wheels first across the room, Roller boy, but your pathetic 'condition' takes all the fun out of it." Angel said before resuming his gait.
"I've never known you to repress an urge. What's got you skittish?"
Before Angelus could retort or even snarl a response, Spike growled out a sound of gut-wrenching anguish. He pitched forward, falling out of the chair and onto the damp concrete. Sitting on his knees, Spike maintained the wild look of a caged animal as his eyes shifted in a frantic pattern of disbelief. He stayed this way for several moments, as time froze in place. The air became heavy and had he the need to breathe Spike would have long been dead.
Angelus has been yelling at him but none of it penetrated except the last bit.
"What the hell's the matter with you?!" Spike continued to focus down at the floor beneath him. His searching eyes now settled into a frigid and calculated stare as his breathing evened out.
"Dammit, we really don't have time for this, Spike," the irritation in his voice was evident. Angelus had begun to think Buffy and her slayerettes had found some of the Gypsy's arts to use on the crippled vampire.
Spike turned back toward his right to the chair he'd been occupying moments ago. He slid out an iron rod that had been secured to the bottom of the chair's armrest. Without a word to the black-clad vampire still staring dumbly at him, Spike whipped the object into Angelus' shin without even flinching. He went down with a heavy thud just as the blond vampire rose gracefully.
"Well you see, Angel..." Spike began in a calm, almost logical voice. He added another blow to Angelus' temple for good measure. "It's like this. Dru's dead."
Powerful hit to the lower back.
"You went off, skipped about with your tart, but then Goldilocks ran home to catch the bears eating," Spike managed levelly before landing a blow to the hip. Angel groaned below him, fighting to stay conscious.
"And while we're being so very chummy, I have to tell you that I've lost my craving to meet this 'Acathla' bloke. There are so many more enticing things one can do to the world rather than end it… especially if one is bent on playing with certain people in it. You know, I've never been a man for torture, takes too long, but I'm beginning to see its draw."
Spike looked down and realized he hadn't beat Angel in the time it took to finish his last speech. He shrugged and pelted him across the back of his gelled head.
"Oh and I've been waiting for the right time to tell you the good news, mate. I can walk again," Spike continued casually. "But don't think I won't miss those catchy little endearments you whipped up. What was my favorite, let me think... oh yeah, Sit n' Spin? Spike connected the weapon to Angelus' leg with such force that he heard the bones crack in protest. Panting and smiling to himself as he thought out loud, " That was a clever one, wasn't it?"
"Well," Spike sighed as he began to circle Angel's crouched and moaning figure. "Since I can't dally all day with your pathetic ass…"
Angelus started moving very slowly, rolling over onto his left, unharmed arm.
Spike stopped behind his victim's stiff form. Without hesitation, he reached into the interior of his leather duster and gripped the sharp wood he had stored there.
"Spike, damn–"
The stake protruding from his chest ripped through his black, well fitted shirt with a quick thrust.
Angelus let out a strained grunt before bursting into dust.
"Sorry mate, didn't mean to interrupt you. Go on." After a moment Spike added, "Oh, lost your thought? I hate when that happens. Well, can't waste the night away yappin'. I'm off to meet with that sweetheart of a slayer that's got you so hot and bothered."