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DeamonQueen: Hi everyone! this is a response to the challenge posted by Killjoy on EF. Like the title suggests this is Suicide Squad Buffy style. Hope you enjoy this three chapter fic.. And would give me a review on what you think of it. So without delaying you any further, enjoy!
Special thanks to djellibabe for betaing this fic for me! Couldn't have done it without you!
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Enough was enough.
He had kept his promise to her when she died and protected her sister and friends while she was gone. He kept her secret about being in heaven and had allowed her to use his body to scratch the damn itch she seemed to keep feeling when her life turned from shit to worse. He let her call him names, degrade his entire being and existence. But when she left him to die in that alley, it had been the last straw for him.
Don't get him wrong. He still loved the damned bint. He didn't think he could feel anything other than love for the crazy bitch. But that didn't mean he was just gonna let her stomp on his unbeating heart over and over again. He loved pain, found it arousing most days, but not the kind of pain she had inflicted on him that night. There was just only so much hurt and abuse a man like him could take for the sake of love. And that night he had finally reached his limits.
Love used to be everything to me. But if I continue living like this, letting love rule my life this way, I'll no sooner end up dust. He thought as he shoved the last of his clothes inside his duffel.
He was done with this hell hole. Done wasting his time and love on people who will never see him as anything but hired muscle or a dead thing to be used because he was convenient.
He closed his eyes and blinked away the tears that threatened to fall. It hurt. Her words that night hurt him more than any torture he had to endure from Angelus or a bloody hell god. That night she had turned away from his love and shoved it back in his throat before smashing it all into pieces while it was still inside of him by using her fists.
He could've died that night, had he not been able to crawl into the nearest manhole and hide from the approaching sun. He stayed inside that hole until his enhanced vampire healing kicked in. It took him an entire day to heal but once he was healed enough, he slowly walked back to his crypt, which he found had gone untouched within his twenty hour absence, and that meant that within that time he was healing inside in that hole not once had the Slayer, who had caused his injuries, come to check on whether or not he was alright. This only proved to him what his actual worth was for the said woman.
And it was nothing. He was worth nothing to the Slayer. She didn't care if he had lived or died in that alley and it hurt him more than the injuries he sustained from her that night. So when that final realizaton came to his mind, he resolved to leave Sunnydale once and for all.
As he walked towards the bike he took from the biker demons who came to town a few months back, he thought about where he would go once he left town. He knew that he couldn't go to LA because the poof was there and the bastard would have a fit if he even thought of stepping foot in his city. New York would've been a nice place, lots of lights and things to do once nighttime hit the city. But then he had the chip, so he really couldn't enjoy the pleasures of those Happy Meals on Legs. He thought about finding ways to remove the chip, but then he realized that even if he found a way to get the damn thing out, he'd still couldn't go back to being the evil Master Vampire he once was. He had been hanging around these white hats for far too long and had formed this unnatural desire to not harm humans. So he was stuck. He could leave Sunnydale but he still wouldn't be able to have the freedom he wanted. For some reasons he was still gonna be caught in the tight ropes the Slayer and her friends had successfully wrapped around him, making him into this sad love-sick and pathetic vampire who didn't want to go back to killing people because he knew the woman he loves, who will never love him back, would not want it of him and because after spending so much time with a bunch of humans he had learnt to see humans not as his food source but as actually individuals who had their own loved ones or people who cared about them in some way.
Dammit! He cursed internally.
He knew it was pointless. Leaving Sunnyhell now wouldn't change a thing about him. He'd still be loves bitch anywhere he'd go. At least if he stayed he could make some sort of difference by protecting the Slayer and her companions and helping them with their cause.
Not like they'd appreciate the help anyway. After all, besides Glinda and the little Bit, everyone, including the Slayer, hates your fucking guts. The nasty voice at the back of his head told him.
He let out a defeated sigh as he realized just how right the voice was. He could stay and be as helpful as he wanted to be, save their arses as much as he could, yet he knew they would never see him as anything other than the evil demon he once was. His life had no point, he had no purpose, and besides for the loving a woman, who clearly despised him, he had no reason to really continue living in this world.
"Maybe I should've just let myself to be dusted in that alley. At least I wouldn't have to feel this pathetic and think all about these useless stuff about my existence," he muttered to himself, "I'd've been free from all this crap that life keeps throwing at me."
"Naw, if you had died in that alley, you wouldn't have been freed. You'd have ended up in hell, suffering all eternity for all the evil things you've done in the past," this came from a foul scented man wearing a fedora and an ugly looking floral yellow shirt underneath a worn down black leather jacket.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" Spike asked, shifting into a fighting position. He hadn't noticed the man's arrival but he was certain that the man wasn't human.
"Woah! Easy there, hotshot! I ain't here to hurt you!" the man told the vampire, raising his hands in surrender.
"Not really gonna trust the word of someone who can easily sneak up on me, mate," he told the man, as his eyes narrowed to assess the threat the man could possess.
"Would it be easier to trust me if I said I have the right solution to all your problems?" he told the vamp.
"No, not really. It'll only serve to make you even more suspicious."
"Well, can't do anything about that. But really, Spike, I have the solution to all your problems, if you just hear me out."
"What sort of solution?" the vampire asked, easing his stance a little.
"The sort that will allow you to live your life as you want without worrying about disappointing the woman you love and not going against the moral code you somehow grew to have over the years you spent living with these humans."
This caught the vampire's attention. He finally eased up, stood straight and looked up at the man with curiosity. Who was this guy and how did he know about his little personal dilemma he had been thinking about earlier.
He would've asked him about all of this but the man had already beat him to it by answering his first question first.
"I'm Whistler, by the way. An agent of the Powers that Be, the higher beings who are in charge of protecting the Balance between good and evil. And you, my vampire friend, are their newest Chosen one to help them with their cause!" He pointed at Spike with a smug look on his face.
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Darkness.
That's all she ever sees now. All she seems to ever see. She remembers she had a mission. She was supposed to find someone. But she didn't find him, nor could she still look for him anymore. It was too dark after all and so she waited. Waited for him to find her.
But how can he? It was dark after all.
She still thought she was being tested. Tested in her patience to wait for him, so she would wait.
Even though all she really wanted was to get out of the darkness and simply search for him.
"Can you cry? I feel better when I cry sometimes..." she remembered words of the kind golden haired girl had said to her before she was plunged into this never ending darkness.
Yes, she can cry. She had wanted to say. She was made to be the perfect girlfriend after all. So she could cry, but she wasn't allowed to unless she had his permission because crying was blackmail and that wasn't what good girlfriends was suppose to do.
She remembers her programming. She remembers mostly everything she was created for. But for all her memory she could not remember what she did wrong to be left alone this long in the dark.
Was she bad? Did she make him angry?
She hated that feeling. And for once she wanted to go against her programming and cry. Cry because she was hurting and because she knew deep down he was never gonna come and get her out of this darkness.
Clink. Cluck. Ting. Tick. Tung.
Something was happening. She was feeling movement. She felt someone touching her. Holding her.
Did he come back? Was he finally getting her out of the darkness?
"I don't know why I would be needing this thing. The Buffybot was enough trouble as it was. Don't see why I need another sex bot hanging around me."
"Yeah, well one of the Powers heard this thing's prayers and is taking pity on it."
"It's a bloody robot! It's not suppose to have prayers, especially now its fucking shut off!"
She was hearing voices, though not his voice, but voices nonetheless.
Could it be? Was she finally gonna get out of this darkness?
"Plug this over there now, would you?" the first man's voice, which she was certain she had heard before, said.
"Yeah, yeah."
She felt her wirings getting pulled and male hands touching her body.
It was wrong! She was not suppose to let another man touch her. He said it wasn't right.
But she couldn't seem to muster the right angry response for that programming. She was still excited and happy that someone, even though it wasn't him, was trying to finally get her out of the darkness.
Blink.. blink..
Her systems were turning on. And her limbs were gaining power.
"Hey, look! She twitched!" The second man's voice said excitedly.
She felt her eyes flutter open and finally she was seeing something other than darkness. It was a blinding white light.
It took time for her visual system to finally work properly but when they did she was finally seeing other things besides the blinding white light. She was seeing shadows. A few more seconds later, the shadows were showing colors. And finally she was able to see her rescuers.
"There you are. Welcome back to the land of the living, pet," the man with the strikingly white hair said to her.
"God, I can't believe you were actually able to fix her up!" the second man with a hat said to the white haired one.
"Yeah, well-I did have a bot like it made, saw the blueprints and everything. So it ain't that hard to suss out its wirings and stuff to get the damn thing functioning. Now all we have to do is try to change its programmings."
At the mention of the word programming, all her recent memories returned to her. And she finally remembered what happened.
"Where's Warren?" she asked, though this time she was not asking it in a way a meek mannered girlfriend was supposed to.
She was not looking for him because he was her boyfriend like she had once done before the darkness. No, she wasn't. She wanted to know where he was so she could send him to that same dark place and have him wait for her for once.
Angry eyes, looked at the two men in front of her, the one with the hat was backing away from her fearfully, which delighted her.
Good, she wanted to look scary when she saw Warren again.
While the other one seemed to stare at her face as if he was studying her.
No, can't have that, she had to look scary for Warren.
She glared at the white haired man. And crushed the metallic table she was sitting on with her bare hands.
"Where's Warren?!" she asked again.
The other man flinched at her voice, but the white haired one didn't. She was getting angry. Even though she wasn't designed to get angry for such situations. Yet she still was, because she couldn't make the white one be afraid of her.
She stood up from the table, and wobbly walked towards the man. She could feel her wires and circuits getting pulled from behind her as she moved. But she didn't care because she really wanted to be scary. She had to be. Otherwise she wouldn't make Warren pay for what he did to her.
"I will only ask again once, where's Warren?!" she screamed the question with all her might.
The already broken glass doors of wherever place they were at all shattered at the intensity of her scream. She was using ultra sonic sound waves to make her voice that high and deadly. Any human would've found their ears shattered by what she had done. But she didn't care. She wanted to get the point to the white haired one that she was scary enough so she could prove to herself that she was good enough to scare Warren.
When she looked up to where the white haired man stood. She saw that he simply stood there, almost unaffected by what she had done, almost for he was only poking his ear with his finger and inspected the damage like how one would when they hear loud and undesirable noise. He didn't look scared at her at all.
She felt wetness on her face after that.
Why was her face wet? Was there a leak in the ceiling?
She looked up but saw no water dripping from there. She touched her cheeks and realized that the wetness was coming from her eyes.
She was crying! But why? Was she not supposed to cry? Crying was not a good thing to do when she was supposed to be a good girlfriend.
But did she even still want to be a good girlfriend. She wanted to hurt Warren after all. And good girlfriends don't hurt their boyfriends.
But he left her alone in the dark. He was with another woman when she found him. So that made him a bad boyfriend, right?
She didn't know what to do. It wasn't in her programming to hurt Warren for being a bad boyfriend. But it wasn't in her programming to accept his bad deeds either. She was frustrated. She didn't know what to do anymore.
Was she supposed to go back to Warren? Was she gonna hurt him when she saw him for making her stay in the darkness for so long? Or was she just going to leave him alone because he obviously didn't want her anymore?
She was so confused and hurting so much. She wanted it all to stop. And for the first time in all the time since she had been in the dark she finally appreciated being in that darkness.
In the darkness at least she didn't have to worry about these things.
But also in the darkness she wasn't happy there.
But neither was she happy here.
She realized that she wasn't happy anywhere because she had no reason to live.
Warren didn't want her and she was created to be his perfect girlfriend. She was nothing anymore without him.
Pat.
She was startled out of her musing and looked up to the man in front of her. He had his hand on top of her head and was patting it gently.
"Now, now, pet. We just got you back up. You should try avoiding thinking too much. Otherwise you'll end up frying your circuits again."
Why? She wanted to ask him. Why didn't he want her to fry? Why didn't he want her to end her existence in this cruel and pointless world? Why would she want to keep going after finally realizing that she was of no use to anyone any more?
"If you didn't have a use, Whistler and I wouldn't have woken you up, luv."
"But why?" she finally asked out loud, because she still didn't understand the reason behind their actions.
"Because apparently you prayed hard enough and was proven worthy to fight the good fight."
"Fight the good fight?"
"That's right, pet. You see, apparently I'm in need of a group of unique and strong individuals to fight by my side against the evil that is threatening the world."
"Strong? Evil? But why me? I am was not created to fight evil."
"Yeah, well neither was I, yet here I am recruiting a bloody sexbot for the job." He sighed, before turning to face her with a serious expression. "But all jokes and sarcasm aside, pet. You have a sentient mind. Meaning-"
"I can go beyond my programming and create logical decisions like a normal human being?"
"Yeah, that's right. But more because it means you technically are alive in the book of some higher being up there." He points to the ceiling. "And that higher being heard your prayers."
"My prayers?"
"You prayed to get out of the darkness-" the man with the hat said, "-and more than once you prayed for things that went beyond your programming about seeing your boyfriend again like praying to-"
"Play at the beach and feel the touch of the water on my knees, smell the flowers in a garden and watch the birds fly in the sky... They were simply musings of my malfunctioning system."
"No, they weren't," the white haired one told her gently as he stepped closer and placed his hand on her cheek. "They were wishes of a woman who wanted more in life than what she was created for. And because of that you became more than just a machine to some god out there. Because of that, they have decided you were worthy to be saved."
"Even if I was worthy to be saved it does not answer the question on why I should help you in your fight."
"Alright, pet, how about you tell what were you made for," he suddenly asked, surprising her.
"I was made by Warren Meers to be the perfect girlfriend. I was created to love him and programmed with different ways to make him always happy," she answered in that infomercial tone of hers. Her face suddenly turned dark as she said the next words. "But Warren left me. He replaced me with another woman and abandoned me in the darkness. He threw me away like trash, even though I did not know what I did wrong. I loved him and I thought I did everything right. So why was I thrown away?"
Tears again gathered in her eyes, making her wonder if she could find a way to destroy the thing that was making cry. Then she was startled when she felt the white haired man's thumb rub away the tear that escaped from her.
"You did nothing wrong, pet. That Warren was a wanker and he didn't deserve you."
"But he made me who I am. If I do not love him then I am nothing."
"Aaah, but that's where you're now wrong, pet." He tilts her head to make her look straight into his beautiful blue eyes. "It is because you know how to love that also makes you more than just a machine and his creation. Being able to love the way you do makes you better than most, because you see, pet, being able to love is what makes humans-well humans. Love lets us form bonds with other people and create new things and do the impossible. Love is a wonderful and powerful thing. And you, being capable of loving, makes you an incredeble person."
"I am a person?"
He chuckles. "Yes. Yes, you are. And that's why I want you in my team. I want you for your unique ability to love-and I guess also because you're amazingly strong. But, nonetheless I want you there."
"If I join you will I be able get all the things I prayed for?"
"Oh, pet, you will get more than that. I promise you, you will get to see the world."
"Will I be able to find a perfect boyfriend to replace Warren?"
He laughed heartily at that. "Yes, pet, I'm sure we can get you something like that ."
(O.O)
She was sitting in isolation again. She never understood why she was always the one who ended up getting blamed. It wasn't her goddamn fault that the riot started. Those damn bitches were the ones who started it. They were the ones who blocked her way to her cell and had tried to kick her ass for not bowing down to their leader. She may be here to repent for all the stuff she did, but that didn't mean she was gonna be anyone's bitch. So she refused and downright told them to fuck off.
The bitches hadn't taken her refusal so well and had started attacking her. They pulled her hair and bitch slapped her. She tried to ignore their attacks and had let them hit her but when they started using handmade weapons to try and kill her-well, it was a different story. So she defended herself and countered their attacks. But when she began fighting back, all the other bitches joined the fight. Before she knew it, it had became an all out prison riot, with her being the center of it, since everyone seemed to be so keen on attacking only her.
When the guards finally decided to intervene it was already too late and she had already beaten up all her opponents. But since she was the last woman standing inside that block of prisoners, the warden had assumed she was the one who started the fight, hence the reason why she was now in isolation.
"Fuck! My life couldn't get any more fucked up than it already is," she said. "One chance. Can't I just get one chance to get myself sorted out and be the Chosen One you assholes chose me to be?! I'm already in prison! You bastards just had to throw those bitches at me and get me in trouble and thrown into isolation?" She looked up at the cell's ceiling. "Yeah, well-fuck you!"
She was angry, even though she knew she had no reason to be angry with anyone, most especially with god. God didn't put her in that place, those bitches did. And they wouldn't have done anything to her if she wasn't new to that prison, where she had just been transferred in from LA. And she wouldn't have been transferred there if she only stopped getting into arguments with the other inmates in her previous prison, who all thought they could dominate her. And she wouldn't have been in prison in the first place if she wasn't such a failure of a human being and a Slayer to everyone who counted on her.
And that was the cause of all her anger. Her being a failure. She was always so angry because she knew that every bad thing that had happened to her was because of her being a failure at everything she did. She failed to save her first Watcher from getting killed. She failed to be a proper Slayer and had ended up killing a lot of innocent people and being used as a tool by people who are evil and do evil things; like trying to kill her sister Slayer and her friends or torturing her ex-Watcher for fun and information. And finally when she realized all the mistakes she had made and had decided to end her life once and for all, she failed even that and had ended up getting talked out of it by a certain soulled vampire, who told her make up for her mistakes by sending herself to prison.
She was sorry for all that she had done, and she really wanted to repent. But god knows how hard it was especially when everyone was trying to tell her she was a hopeless case and she didn't deserve to be redeemed.
"One chance, if I can get one chance maybe I can do better this time and actually prove to everyone that I ain't a failure as they all thought me to be," she silently prayed. "I'll stop comparing myself to B and start working hard on being a good Slayer like I'm suppose to be. And all I need is one tiny chance to let that happen."
"Is that all you really want, Slayer?" a British accented voice resounded from behind her, startling her from her inner monologue.
"Who the fuck are you?!" she asked the punk dressed stranger who had suddenly appeared inside her cell. She felt the tingles at the back of her neck that signified that her intruder was not human.
"'Name's Spike, and I am here to fulfill your wish on getting that one chance to redeem yourself, oh Dark Slayerette," he told her with a sexy smirk.
"Yeah, well, Spike, if you didn't know, I don't do jobs for evil incorporated assholes anymore, even if the said assholes happen to be as fuckable as you." She sneered at him, knowing there was nothing else she could do if the bastard chose to attack her. She was trapped in a small cell after all with no weapons, while her opponent was obviously a vampire and had a lot more up his sleeves than the fangs she knew he hid on his face.
"Flattering, pet. But the thing is, I ain't evil, well, at least not anymore. I'm working for the white hats nowadays and I'm currently looking for a bunch of people who would help me with my cause."
She raised an eyebrow at this. She really didn't believe that this one was one of the good guys as he said he was.
"And what cause is that? World domination? Killing the champion for good? Naw, I think I'll pass," she turned away from him. She knew it was not a good idea to turn her back on her opponent, especially if your opponent was a vampire, but she didn't really care whether the bastard would attack and kill her from behind or not. She was just beyond caring at the moment. "I already did the hired killer gig, didn't really last long and I found out that it wasn't really me. So go away, vamp boy, and find some other loser that you can con into helping you out, because this Slayer ain't interested."
"I'm afraid you weren't listening to me properly, pet," he whispered in her ear, surprising her again for the second time that day at the fact she didn't notice how he was able to get close to her that easily.
She wildly swung her arm to get him away from her, but he easily caught it mid-swing.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really shouldn't be attacking the guy who is offering you a way out of here, luv," he told her.
"Who said I want to leave this place, asshole?!" she screamed at him as she tried to pull her arm out of his grasp.
"Well, you did, pet. Remember what you said earlier? About wanting a chance to redeem yourself and prove to everyone that you aren't a failure? Well, I heard it, luv, okay, I didn't hear exactly but someone high up there did and that someone thought to give you that second chance you really wish to have." He let go of her arm and stepped away from her.
He just stood there in front of her, and watched as she thought carefully about the meaning of what he had just said.
Someone wanted to give me a second chance? Someone wanted me to prove that I ain't a failure? Is this really possible? Was this really happening?
"You're not shitting me about this are you, because if you are, asshole, I'll personally dust your sorry ass, even if I have to use my bare hands just to do it," she threatened the vampire.
"This ain't a trick, luv, the Powers that Bugger are really willing to give you a second chance in redeeming yourself to their good graces as long as you are willing to do one thing for them," he told her.
"And what the hell is that?" she asked impatiently. She wanted to know immediately what she had to do to get the one thing she wanted most.
"Well, they want you to work for me," he answered, flashing another sexy smirk on her way.
The answer was not what she expected or what she wanted to hear, thus making her angry at the fucking bastard.
"Now I know this is bullshit! No higher being for good would want a Slayer to work under a vampire!" she stated as she menacingly walked towards him.
"Now, wait just a minute, pet-" he started but was cut off to avoid the punch she aimed his way.
"I'm dusting your sorry ass, vampire!" she said, turning around and aiming another punch in his direction.
He avoided each punch and kick she aimed his way with ease and it only served to irritate her even further.
"Stop moving, asshole! And start fighting me like a real man!" she told him.
But he didn't do what she asked and instead kept avoiding and evading her attacks. Finally fed up at not being able to hit her opponent, she rushed at him and slammed her body on his, making him fall hard on the floor with her on top of him.
"Gotcha!" she said, pinning him down with her Slayer strength. "Got any last words to say before I used my hand and rip your dead heart from your chest?"
"Yeah, I do. April?" he said the last name as if he was calling someone, but she was certain that there was no one else there with them because she couldn't feel anyone else inside the room.
Of course she was proven wrong when she felt a pair of strong hands hold her waist and hauling her skinny ass off the blond vampire.
"Hey! What the fu-" she was unable to finish her words for whoever or whatever was holding her had placed a hand on her mouth and had prevented her from screaming and saying anything else.
"Cussing and other forms of swearing are evil and should not be tolerated. Minors could hear you and would get the wrong impression and would start following you," the woman, or at least it looked like one, said from behind the struggling Slayer.
"Hmmm-hmm-hm-hmmph!" the Slayer said against the hand over her mouth.
"Sorry, pet, I don't really understand what you are saying," the vampire told her with an annoying smug look on its face, making the Slayer even more angry.
She struggled harder to get out of the hold but it was no good. The woman, or whatever it was, was just too strong for her and she was rendered helpless and useless. She couldn't help the small tears of frustration from falling from her eyes as she realized the hopelessness of her situation.
"Let her go, April," the vampire suddenly said and with that she was released from the woman's hold. She was surprised more so when the vampire said his next words. "I'm sorry, luv. I didn't mean to make you cry. April was simply holding on to you so you would stop attacking me and listen to everything that I have to say. After all, you kind of didn't let me finish earlier."
She watched the vampire's oceanic blue eyes and saw the sincerity in them. He meant everything he said, and she then began to think perhaps the vamp wasn't lying like she had thought he was earlier.
"Alright, I'll hear you out. But if I don't like what you have to say, I'm gonna really dust your ass this time," she said, earning a hearty chuckle from the blond vampire.
"Of course, luv. Anyway, to start back again, I am here, sent by the Powers that Bugger, to recruit you to work for me to save the bloody world from evil that their champions are incapable of offing themselves because they are bound by their annoying codes and principles."
"What?" she asked looking even more confused than anything. "What the hell do you mean by that?!"
"Well, it simply means you are being recruited to help a soulless vampire save the world from the evil that threatens it. How is that so hard to understand?"
"Oh, I understand the saving the world part, it's the part where your soulless and that they asked your help to save it that I don't get. I mean, what the hell happened to Angel? Better yet, why aren't you asking the help of Buffy, the other Slayer who can do no wrong? Why are you asking me to help you and not them?"
He growled and gave her a frustrated look. He looked like he really didn't want to explain to her the why part but he knew he had to because she never would believe him if she didn't understand why she was chosen for this job and not the perfect ones, who usually fought for the side of good.
"I ain't asking them because they'd be no help to me. Angelus would sooner dust me than work with me and as for the Slayer?" A distant look crossed his face before immediately dawning a neutral expression. "Well, she ain't gonna agree with a lot of things we'd both be doing in order to save the world."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that you and I have something in common, pet. We both know the darkness of the world, in fact, we both are touched by the said darkness, and because of that we have a better understanding of it. We know that evil comes in all shapes and sizes and not just in the form of demons, sometimes evil comes from humans, who are misguided and treat the darkness like its a toy to be played with. But we know better than most that playing with fire can burn us, and not just us but everyone around us. Our job is to find these players and stop them before they spread the flames."
"So what your trying to say is that, since I once killed humans, you think it is okay for me to join you in your cause to kill other humans, who are trying to end the world because Buffy and Angel are too good to do the deed of murdering humans and tainting their hands with the blood of those they are supposed to be protecting, is that it?"
"Yeah, that pretty much sums it up," he said, actually feeling a bit stupid for not thinking about explaining everything that way.
"Yeah, well, I think I'll pass."
"Wait-what?!"
"Sorry man, I don't kill people anymore, even if they do deserve it. I don't do those things anymore. It ain't my style."
"Says who? Angel? He tell you that you should be a goody two shoes and rot in this prison and repent for all your sins instead of coming with me and actually doing something about it? Doing actual work in redeeming yourself? Is that what you want?"
"Hey! Angel saved my life! He told me that in order to make up for my sins I should pay for them first, and the first step is to surrender myself to the punishment of the crimes I have committed!"
"And then what? You killed a lot of people, Slayer. Those people are dead and you are paying for their deaths by rotting in this prison and you think that is repenting? That you are gonna get redeemed for doing such a thing? What's your sentence? Sixty years, pet! Your staying here for sixty years! Paying for your crimes, but that would only be good if you had that long to live! Angel told you to pay for your crimes by accepting your punishment as the law dictated it. But what he failed to think about when he mentioned such a thing is that the law doesn't dictate everything. They are laws created by humans, you're a Slayer, you're above the law. Yes, you killed innocent humans, and yes, you deserve to be punished for it. But not by wasting away the gift the bloody Powers gave you! You have a destiny, pet! And how are you gonna fulfill that destiny if you stay in here and rot away. The Powers that Be are giving you a chance at actual redemption. And all you have to do is do what you were born to do and that is to Slay Evil in any look or form!"
She shook her head, not wanting to listen to what he was saying. Everything he said so far made sense in her head, but she knew it was wrong. What he was suggesting, killing people, hurting humans, for the sake of good was wrong. It was not the way of things. It wasn't what Angel wanted her to do. It wasn't what Buffy would do.
"You ain't her, pet. You are your own Slayer. Stop comparing yourself to the damned bint. You can be better than her or worse, but you should not try to be her! Make your own decisions and live for your own reasons. You want redemption, strive for it, don't accept a punishment that you, yourself, can't seem to understand the point of. You are not Angelus, you don't have years to spend rotting and wasting away feeling sorry for yourself. You are a Slayer, but you're not Buffy either. Stop doing what you think the both of them would do and start doing what you want to do."
"But what if when I choose to do what I think I should do and end up being wrong again? What then? Buffy and Angel are never wrong and if I don't follow their lead then-"
But her statement was cut off as the vampire suddenly burst into fits of laughter.
"Never wrong? What bloody rock have you been living in, Slayer, that made you think that those two are so bloody perfect?! Those two make mistakes too, pet, just like any other person you know. The only problem is that the lot of us put them on these pedestals and always see them as flawless smucks that could never do wrong. But when they do do something wrong, everyone else would try to ignore what they've done because they are suppose to be the heroes in the story and the heroes never make mistakes! So they all end up blaming us! The bloody side characters of the story, because we're supposed to be the evil ones even though we've helped them so many times in saving the bloody world. We never get credit for our deeds and we will never be seen as the good guys either because of our bloody past evil deeds!"
As the Slayer listen to the vampire's ranting, she was beginning to think that the said vampire was more involved with Angel and Buffy than she ever was. The way he talked about them seemed like he personally knew the two and had bad experiences with both parties in the past.
Just like her.
As she listened, she began to see that there was more to the man than meets the eye and somehow whatever he had gone through mirrored her own past in some way. This made it easier for the Slayer to trust him even more.
"So to sum everything up! Stop relying on those two to be a better person, pet. You can do that on your own, all you have to do is trust in yourself and stop being afraid of making mistakes. Because, bloody hell, we all make them, its how we deal with them that makes us better people."
She gave the vampire an odd look as she thought back on all he just said. It made sense to her, at least a whole lot more than the advice Angel gave her. She could make up for what she'd done and she could do it from outside this place.
So what if she'll be killing humans? She's done that before, and as long as she only killed the ones who tried to end the world, it was alright then, right?
"Alright," she said softly, "I accept your offer."
"Great! Now-"
"But I have one condition!" she cut him off. He looked at her expectantly before she said what she had in mind. "If I ever find out you're only using me for some unknown evil purpose, so help me I will personally drag you skinny white ass straight to hell. You got me?"
The blond vampire simply laughed at her threat and replied, "Baby, if I end up lying to you, then I'll tie myself up and personally hand my skinny ass to you on a silver platter."
(O.O)
He was bored.
All day he was just sitting inside this white government prison cell, waiting for something to happen. Of course nothing ever does happen, thus increasing the boredom he was already feeling. They had placed some sort of device around his neck that prevented him from speaking, thus disabling him from doing spells to get himself out.
He was angry.
He was a fucking Chaos Mage of Pete's sake and he was being kept prisoner by the American government because Ripper's Slayer happened to have connections with one of their personnel. It simply infuriated him.
He wanted to get out. He wanted to leave. Bloody hell he'd give anything to be able to do just that! Hell, he'd probably sell his soul again, just as long as he gets out of this hell hole.
"You really sure about that, mate?" A voice resounded by the door of his room and suddenly the physical form of a man wearing a long leather coat and had platinum blond hair appeared.
"Hmm-agg-ell-um-urgh?" he asked muffled by the device he was wearing.
"Hello to you too." The man smirked. "If you're asking who I am in that high tech gag of yours, then let me just introduce myself as your Savior. I'm you're one ticket out of this joint."
"Hmfhd-gush-susnfhhe-mfm?"
"Hmm, not sure what that meant but anyway, I will get you out of here under one condition-"
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The alarms in the cell began to blare.
"Looks like my cover's blown. But anyway, as I said I'm here to free you under one condition, and that is that if I get you out of hre you will be working for me. And not just gonna work for me once but you will work for me for the remainder of you sad human existence."
"Uh!"
"No? Well, then I will be off." He turned away from the gagged man and started disappearing out of thin air. "Oh, and by the way, after this little stunt, I'm sure your captors will be questioning how you summoned up someone with that gag of yours. But don't worry the worse thing that they could do to you is place you into isolation and tie you up like a mummy for the remainder of your life. So no big deal, right?"
Panicked surged through him as the image of what the man portrayed to him crossed his thoughts.
He didn't want that!
"Uayt!" the chaos mage called out. "Ofyat! El euvrs uhh!"
"You will now? Well I don't know... You already declined." The bastard was playing with him and anger surged through the mage. But also fear as he heard the running footsteps of his guards rushing towards his cell.
"Ughs-jduab-hjigd!"
"Alright, alright. But before I accept your loyalty. I'd like to do something first." With that said the man changed his human look into his demonic visage.
"Umhpre!" he cried trying to back away from the demon.
But the blond haired man was already on him. With a swift movement his fangs went straight to the mage's throat and drank his blood while at the same time growling the bonding blood ritual to forever bind the man to him.
As the man slowly lost consciousness, he vaguely saw the image of his prison door opening and soldiers entering his room before everything faded to black.
(O.O)
It hurt! She was hurting all over. Yet at the same time she wanted the pain, the euphoria it brought her, along with the highness of the feeling of being so strong and filled with magic.
She thought she lost that after Willow killed Rack, but she was able to get it back. In another city, from another man with the same power! The man wasn't as strong as Rack but he was enough to fill her desperate need for the power surge inside her body. It made her extremely happy and oblivious to he chaos that was brewing around her. She distantly heard screaming and explosions but she couldn't bring herself to care about all that. She was simply extremely happy.
"Hey! Looks like one of them is still alive!" she heard someone say. It was a woman's voice. But she still didn't care.
"Looks like one of the lucky ones who haven't been completely lifesucked by the bastard," another voice echoed, this time it was a man's voice.
"Her vitals seems stable though physically she looks extremely ill," another voice said, female again this time, only with a too perky to be human tone of voice.
"Of course, she would look ill, her bloody life force had been sucked in exchange for a little bit of magic," another voice of a man sneered.
She knew by now that they were talking about her. But still she didn't cared, she was still having the time of her life.
"You seem angry. I thought these kinds of things were you were once kind of into," the first woman's voice she heard told the last man who spoke.
"God no! I have more class that this. Besides I am a Chaos mage, or was a Chaos Mage before a certain vampire blackmailed me to joining his stupid team." The man paused and for some reasons, she was able to imagine that the man was glaring at someone. "Anyway, I revel in chaos, this-this is not chaos, this is blasphemy to all magic users. Using magic to make other witches and wizards strong while slowly taking their life force away? It is simply barbaric and a disgrace to any one who uses magic."
"So you don't believe in magic addiction?" The other man in the room asked.
"No, I do believe in magic addiction, it is always inevitable to happen to untrained witches and wizards. But what I really hate are those witches and wizards who take advantage of the inexperienced and cause their addiction to happen or worsen it in the first place. They are the ones who deserve every bit of punishment possible for doing what they do to all these magnificent individuals who would've had a good future in magic had they only been given a chance."
"Huh! Who would have thought that you had principles!" The over perky voiced woman stated.
"Oh, stuff it you stupid robot!"
"Hey! You such a bad and rude man! You will never get a girlfriend if you keep acting that way!"
"I don't want a girlfriend, you idiot!"
"That's probably 'cause you're so old and with an Erectile Dysfunction!" the other woman told him.
"Why you uncouth bitc-"
"Enough!" The voice of the other man echoed through the place. "This isn't the right time and place to be fighting. So save it when we get back to headquarters. Besides, I think we have better things to worry about, like this young woman here." She felt a cold hand touch her shoulder and shivered at the unexpected contact. "Rayne, what are this girl's chances of survival if we were to take her to a medical facility?"
"Very slim. Those idiots wouldn't know what to do with her," the other man answered.
"April, where is the nearest coven in the area?"
"Well, based on my upgraded system readings. The nearest would be two hundred kilometers east from our current location," perky girl answered.
"Damn," the man said.
She was slowly regaining actual consciousness now. But the happiness she had been experiencing earlier was slowly disappearing now and was steadily replaced with the excruciating feeling of being burned alive.
She heard screaming again before she realized that it was her that was doing it.
"Shit! Rayne, can't you do something about this?" the man asked with urgency in his voice.
"Bloody hell NO! I am not that strong to be able prevent her magic from exploding! It would require an entire coven to do just that! And even then she would still end up dead!"
"So you can't do anything?!"
"I can teleport us out of here! An explosion of her magic would kill all of us, even the pesky bot!"
"Hey! We can't just leave her!" The fiery voice of one of the women in the group said.
"Well, we can't stay either! We either leave and let her die alone or we all die together, your choice!"
Silence followed from all of the people within the room. Before finally she heard chanting which she identified was a teleportation spell being cast.
They were going to leave her!
"Nooo! Please don't leave me!" she cried and begged them. "I-I-I don't want to die! Please!"
Another moment of silence passed and it made her think that they had already decided to abandon her.
She let out frustrated scream as she realized the hopelessness of her situation. She was in pain and she was being left to die all by herself. She was hurting all over but she had no one to blame but herself. She was the one who decided to come to this place to get high. She was the one who allowed those mages to use her life force in exchange for getting the magical boost she wanted. So it all her fault that she was going to die at this very moment so she should just accept the consequences of her decisions.
Yet she couldn't help but still say- "I don't want to die.." at the very last moment.
"You won't, dearie," the voice of the man who was called Rayne told her. Before addressing his companions with urgency. "Alright, I will only have a few seconds to do this, so you sodding amateurs better be ready!"
She heard chanting yet again, only this time she was not familiar with the spell. A few seconds later she felt the heat that had surrounded her body slowly ebbing, and as the chanting continued she knew that these people were doing something to save her. She was actually gonna be saved!
"Gaia, I implore thee! Gaia, I implore thee! Protect this child from fire and share to us the cause of her pain! Delaie corvino sulme nevat!"
With that she felt the burning sensation in her body disappear before a powerful light surrounded the room. She heard the screams of her saviors and hoped with all hope that they did not end up dead because of her.
A few moments later, the light cleared and colors slowly returned inside the room. The young woman, who moments earlier was at death's door was now sitting up and began scanning the room for those who had obviously saved her life.
"So it worked," the voice of the man who performed the spell said from behind her.
Immediately she turned to see her savior and was horrified at the sight of his burned up clothes. She looked beside the man and found that there were three others with him; two dark haired beautiful women and a platinum blond haired man, all of them sharing the same disheveled look. The white haired man looked familiar but she couldn't place where she'd seen him at the moment. Of course she didn't care about that because all she cared about was that she was alive and that they had saved her.
"Thank you!" she said as she ran and hugged the mage in the group.
"Unhand me, woman!" he told her but she didn't do that, because she was too happy and grateful at the man, who earlier had thought of leaving her to die but changed his mind and ended up saving her sorry butt.
At that moment she decided that she would do whatever it took to repay the man for what he had done for her.
(O.O)
Mexico was the only place they could think of that was faraway from the authorities who wanted to send them to jail and also from the Slayer's witchy friend who wanted to kill them. So here they were hiding in what they thought was a safe haven for them that turned out to be nothing more than a run down house with bad plumbing and air-conditioning. Man how they missed the city life. Where electricity wasn't so expensive and an internet signal wasn't so hard to come by. It couldn't also be helped that they both missed cable, at least with it they'd still have their favorite shows to keep them from ever getting bored or depressed because of how sad and pathetic their life had turned out to be.
Well at least they still had each other. Or that's what Jonathan thought until Andrew drew a knife and almost stabbed him from behind. Almost because he was saved by who he recognized as Buffy the Vampire Slayer's pet vampire, Spike.
He looked at the guy who he thought was his friend and felt betrayed by him. He risked his future for him and Warren, but in the end they both, in one way or another, stabbed him in the back. But Andrew did it quite literally just now and if the vampire hadn't come , he'd be dead by now.
How did his life turn out this way he didn't know, but he was no longer gonna let someone he knew was weaker than him get the best of him anymore!
"You tried to kill me, you bastard!" he screamed at him at he ran towards the other young man and began punching him repeatedly. "I gave up my future for both you and Warren, my life, my family! I betrayed a woman who constantly saved my ass back in high school, and what do I get in return? You both go on and stab me on the back! You coward! Sissy! You couldn't even try to kill me in front of my face! What?! Too afraid to see whatever look I'd give you?! Well, look at me now, you asshole! I'm alive and I will kill you!" He stopped his punches and picked the blade the other man dropped and raised it in an attempt to kill the back stabbing asshole forever.
But when his arm tried to descend he felt another hand grab hold of his and stop him from doing the deed.
"Let me go!" he screamed to the vampire holding his wrist. "This bastard tried to kill me!"
"I know," was all the vampire said before pulling his body off the prone body of his ex-bestfriend. "But I also want to know why he did so."
"Isn't it obvious?! He did it because he's a back stabbing basta-"
"Shut up!" the vampire ordered shutting him up completely. Then he turned back to his ex-bestfriend, looked down at him, and began questioning him. "Why did you do it, boy?" he asked him.
Andrew was shaking but Jonathan couldn't give a rat's ass about the bastard. All he wanted was for the vampire to finish his questions so he can go back to killing the guy. He had a right to want it after all.
"Warren told me," was all he said.
"See? He's crazy! Warren is dead, so he couldn't have told him to stab me! Just go away vampire and let me have my revenge!"
"I said shut it!" he commanded again, only this time there seemed to be a dangerous underlying threat in his voice. After that he turned to Andrew yet again and asked, "What do you mean by "Warren told you"? Didn't you know that bot-boy was already dead?"
"He is, but he isn't. I sa-saw him! He said that he didn't really die. in fact that he's really alive and I can't touch him! But he said that its only temporary. He said that he was lonely and he wanted me and Jonathan to join him! I was supposed to give him Jonathan first!"
"He's a real nutter!" Jonathan stated, looking disgustedly at him.
"Perhaps, but I have my fare share of living with insane people, but this boy is not one of them. He looks as though he really believes that your friend really did tell him to do it."
"Like I said he's nuts! Just let me kill him already!"
"And like I said shut up! I'm trying to get answers here!" The vampire then turned towards the shadows of the alley and called out to someone. "Rayne, you got what he just said?"
"Every detail," a man with a classier British accent, who appeared from the shadows, said. "And just like what you said, he shares the same delusions as the others. Someone from the dead telling them to kill the people they love. You think this is another one of those ghostly cases, that the Powers wants us to solve?"
"Or it could be something more," the vampire stated. "I smell a very dark evil force surrounding this boy, and I believe he's our link to this so called evil."
"What makes you say that?"
"Because he's the only one out of the lot of them who seemed to still have his rational mind in him."
"Rational mind? Didn't you see that he tried to kill me?!" Jonathan reminded them.
"What I saw was a boy trying to do something to impress his dead friend but hesitated at the very last moment because he couldn't really kill his other friend for the sake of someone who he is still doubting that he's his friend."
"You really got all that from those few seconds we were observing these two?" the other British man asked him.
"Naw, I got it from the part that he just laid there and allowed this other boy-" He pointed at Jonathan. "-to beat his ass off and almost stab him in return. He should've fought it. Bloody hell, he should've at least shielded himself, but he didn't. And instead he was gonna accept his fate. If this Warren friend of his, was really telling the truth then he'd just come back from the dead, like the bastard, and the two of them could've convinced this one to take his own life or something . Am I right, kid?" The last one he addressed to Andrew, who finally looked up at all of them with eyes stained in tears.
"Wa-Warren, said we could still rule the world together and be more than losers if we just followed him," he said.
"Now the thing is, mate, Warren is dead and whatever ghost you're talking to, isn't your friend," the vampire told him and they all watched as his face crumbled in despair.
"If so, then I-then I-!"
"Almost killed your other friend for nothing? Yes, you did," the other British man supplied.
Andrew began sobbing after that revelation. He looked so broken and Jonathan almost felt for him. But he stayed firm. Whether he was being manipulated to it or not, the guy still tried to kill him, so, friend or not, he no longer wanted anything to do with the bastard. He turned away from his pathetic form and his gaze went to the other two men in that alley. They were still discussing something important or it seemed that it was important, because they both were sharing a grim look on their faces.
"You guys, know what manipulated him to try and have me killed?"
"Well, we can't really rule out that it was really your dead friend that asked him to do it," the vampire told him.
"But neither can we rule out that it was something more sinister than that," his companion followed.
"But do you think you two would be able to find out about it?"
"We're trying to find out at this moment," the vampire answered him, giving him a calculated look before asking, "Why do you ask?"
"I want to know so I can find out who tried to have me killed by using my bestfriend."
"And your point in trying to find out about it is-?" the vampire asked.
"So I can kill that bastard myself!" he stated it with so much conviction that surprised all the men in that alley, including Jonathan himself.
This was the first time in all his life that he actually wanted to do something for himself and was standing up to it. It wasn't as admirable as many would think, he was doing it to kill someone or something after all, but it was still something for him to stick up for himself and what he wanted.
The vampire stared at the boy and looked like he was contemplating something.
"Ooh, I know that look! And I protest vehemently!" his companion told him.
"What?! I haven't said anything yet," the vampire said.
"No, you didn't but I already know the line of thought you were thinking! You want this young man to join our cause!" He pointed out to the vampire, who simply grinned back at him.
"Well, he does seem to fit the bill for our group now, doesn't he?"
"It does not matter whether he fits the bill or not! We are not letting him join us! Haven't you picked up enough strays as it is!"
"The Powers never gave me a limit to the people I would recruit."
"Well, they should have! I object to this!"
"Your opinions are dully noted, mate!"
"Ugh! Why did I ever make that deal with you?!"
Like a ping pong ball Jonathan's head moved from one man to the other trying to catch or understand the conversation between them, that he was certain was about him. When the British man said the last part, Jonathan turned to the vampire and saw that he had a very amused expression. Before he addressed him.
"Tell me, boy, do you really want to have your revenge on whatever entity it was that wanted to have you killed?"
He asked him, to which he answered with similar conviction he displayed moments earlier. "I do. Since I now know I can't kill Andrew, I at least want a piece of the bastard who made him do it."
"Good, then you should blend perfectly in my team," the vampire said before turning dramatically from him, leather coat swishing along with the action, and walked out of the alley to where his companion exited earlier.
"What do you mean by that?! Hey!" Jonathan called as he ran to follow both men, leaving Andrew to wallow on his pathetic existence alone.
(O.O)
The field is set and the players are all completed. Now what fun shall we have with each and every one of them... A distorted voice echoed through the night, unheard of by the vampire, whom it was observing.