Infection.
By Dr.E. Vance
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own anything in the Buffyverse. : ( I only own the haunted house and the vengeful ghost. Sigh.
Summary: The Scoobies play a prank on Wesley and get him locked in an old supposedly haunted house. But when a childish prank takes a turn for the worse for Wesley, will the Scoobies be able to save him before a vengeful ghost takes him over?
UPDATE:I WON! I WON! "Infection" has officially won for best Action/Adventure in the BlackRose awards!
(Prologue - - - - - - - - - -)
Wesley curled himself in the far corner and squeezed himself as close to the wall as he could. His glasses were cracked, but he could find himself unable, or unwilling, to take them off.
His surroundings were damp and dusty and smelled of old books – a smell he usually welcomed – but now found it nauseating. The room he was in was pitch black, except for small traces of moonlight penetrating through holes in the moldy windows.
It was quiet, the type of quiet that made your ears ring and echo and made you wish you had any kind of music to listen to. Wesley tried to ignore the blood that soaked his sleeves and his shirt. He knew if there was more light he would have recognized whose blood it was.
His own.
Wesley tried to recall what had started this all and also what day it was. He remembered how he got into the house and his face reddened with anger only for a moment before tears welled into his eyes. He felt a like a fool and knew he was for falling for such a childish prank.
He so wanted to fit in with the rest of the gang, but knew that if they hadn't come to save him by now, they probably forgot about him. The tears rolled down his cheeks and eventually he was sobbing in despair. He had no idea that the Scoobies were outside trying everything they could to save him. Wesley began to full out sob, never been more scared in his life when he heard the voice plaguing him since he had been locked inside. It repeated the same thing over and over and seemed to get louder and louder.
All Wesley could do was clutch his hands over his ears and sob as the voice screeched all around him . . .
"LAISSEZ-MOI DEDANS!
LAISSEZ-MOI DEDANS!
LAISSEZ-MOI DEDANS! . . .!"
Look for the translation later. Anyone who cheats, don't spill the beans.