Bringing In the Harvest: Finale
Title:- see above
Rating:- PG13
Distribution:- the same as for the other chapters.
Ownership:- I am not Joss Whedon so I don't own any of the Characters from BtVs.
Feedback:- I'm through with asking almost nicely, just do it!
Author's Notes:- . This chapter is going to be a bit longer because its the finale and I hate splitting the end of a fic into more chapters, so if you can't be bothered reading this, don't, not my problem.
The emtpy Slayer dragged herself to her feet,
"The bastard could have had the decency to finish me off."
"I'm glad he didn't."
Buffy turned to see a familiar figure approaching her. Giles. And Willow. They were very concerned and Buffy suddenly felt very guilty,
"I'm so *stupid*! How could I trust a vampire?! We are so screwed!"
Spike was playing his most favourite game ever known to vampkind. Stalking. He loved it, he loved it when they stopped and turned only to hear the footsteps shadowing them stop also. And when they carried on walking, he started walking again. He could smell the fear. Fear, the vampiric smell of victory. His latest victim, a girl about Buffy's age on her way home from the Bronze. The Bronze. Swiftly changing direction, the vampire made his way to the club for an infinite supply of lunch.
He stepped into the room. It was filled with smoke, the throbbing music merging with the many heartbeats that pulsed throughout and only increased his temptation. He walked across to the bar as if he owned the place and switched to sexy/flirtatious mode as a tall blonde approached him. Her name was Harmony. *Was*. He dumped the body in the neighbouring alley, and went back for seconds. The more he ate tonight, the less it took to release the Master tomorrow night. Logical.
He was beginning to feel very full. He watched with satisfaction as various teenagers searched the dancefloor for their partners. Try the alley out back, he thought to himself.
He was about to go for a particularly scrumptious looking red-head, when heard a familiar sounding voice behind him,
"What do you get if you put a vampire in the Bronze?"
The vampire turned to look at the Slayer. Why wasn't she dead yet? He smiled maliciously,
"A bloodbath, a very full vampire and the Master."
She glared at him and he saw the stake in her hand,
"Oh come on, you're hardly in any position to stop me now, are you?" He watched her face carefully, "Don't you think I can smell the fear on you?"
He turned and walked away, she didn't follow but felt helpless as he began to chat up the red-head he'd had his eyes on earlier. She saw them walk out, then Spike walked back in again five minutes later. He saw her watching him and raised an eyebrow. He was daring her to stop him. She wouldn't. She couldn't. Buffy spun on her heel and stormed out, heading for home.
The Scooby Gang - minus Xander- sat in the Library. Buffy was almost asleep in her chair. Giles sighed,
"You'll need a blood transfusion before you can stop them."
"But I'll be in over night, and by then the world as we know it will be destroyed. Besides, I either stop them, or die trying. No arguements."
Willow stared at the area of the floor that was Hellmouth,
"Angel was Spike? "
Buffy rested her head on the table,
"Yeah. And we're so screwed. This is all my fault. If I hadn't - "
Giles cut her off,
"It's too late for that now. We have to find a way to stop them."
The Slayer glanced at the clock on the wall,
"Gotta go, class in 5minutes. If I'm late again it's a detention and I don't have time for that. See ya."
The teenagers dispersed, and the Watcher was left alone with his books. The way he liked it.
The final procedures were underway. The major vampires of the coven were assembled around a long rectangular table {[the kind you find in a conference room]}. The Master at the head, then the others seated further away from him in order of rank and status. Darla sat beside Angelus, Spike sat opposite him with Dru on his knee. And that was about it, not including the guards at the doorway, and the odd messenger running to anf fro, bringing news of the currents events.
Angelus looked at his watch,
"Two hours and counting."
The Master looked at him,
"You'd better go prepare then, all of you."
They got up and filed out of the door, Spike was the last.
"Not you William."
The vampire sighed, and returned to his seat,
"Y'know you're the only being on this entire planet who still calls me that."
"I'm unique."
"I'll say."
"It's about the Slayer. Don't kill her."
"Uh, forgive me for questioning you, but why?"
"I want to."
"Oh no, I can't let you do that. She's the Slayer, unpredictable she's - "
"Three quarters drained."
"Yes, but even then she didn't die when her heart should have stopped."
"I agree. But I like challenges. Now go, you need to be ready for chaos."
Spike stood, already regretting he hadn't shot her in the head when they first met.
The Bronze was full tonight. The music throbbed and hearts raced as their bodies danced, using up energy much needed to fight back. Vampires sauntered in from every entrance after slaughtering the bouncers at the doors. They mingled with the crowd. It would have been almost impossible to distinguish between mortal and demon unless you were the Chosen One. But she wasn't there. Buffy sat in the Library, polishing off tactics and practising her attacks. Spike knew this of course, they had a vamp monitoring her, armed with a bleeper. Angelus stepped up beside him, they were back stage waiting for their cue,
"Such a pretty night for a bloodbath."
Spike smiled,
"I'm going to enjoy this."
Their bleepers went off, it was the Master. Angelus nudged his Childe towards the curtains,
"Unleash Hell."
Spike grinned mischevously and stepped onto the stage behind the band who were about to finish. Every pair of vampiric eyes in the building watched him closely as he reached for the drummer's neck. There was a sickening crunch as it snapped, and all Hell broke loose. That was the signal..
The Master sat in his throne with Dru seated on the floor beside him. She was not well enough to join in the games so she sulked. He sat there drinking the power as Spike drained the lifeblood from the terrified humans on the dancefloor. He worked his way through the crowd after devouring the band. The more he drank, the more he wanted. There was no systematic pattern to his feeding, he just picked them off as he pushed through the crowd, herded by Darla, Angelus and the rest.
Human screams leaked through every gap in the building, and echoed throughout Sunnydale. Buffy opened the window, they could hear it all to well.
"That's my cue."
She burst into the Bronze, stake in hand. Her heart sank deep in her chest as she saw the bodies scattered across the dancefloor. Not one person was left alive.
The Master spoke behind her, his voice smooth and rounded by the centuries,
"Miss. Summers, admiring our handiwork?"
She swung around attempting to ram the stake home. She didn't. Her arm came to an abrupt halt halfway through its arc. She turned to the barrier. Spike stood their holding her arm and removed the stake from her hand,
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with sharp objects?"
She was ready with a comeback but didn't have the chance. Before she could say anything, the Master had sunk his fangs into her neck, draining her completely.
Most of the vampires left, the concept of killing the Slayer had lost it novelty.
Spike stood, his arms folded,
"That was an anti-climax, so to speak."
Darla was disappointed,
"She could have made an effort."
They looked up as Angelus' voice rang out over head,
"Heads up!"
All present looked on nonchalantly as the bodies of Giles and Willow fell from the balcony above. They prepared to leave and the Master patted Spike on the back,
"You did it. Congratulations. Now, I'm hungry."
Title:- see above
Rating:- PG13
Distribution:- the same as for the other chapters.
Ownership:- I am not Joss Whedon so I don't own any of the Characters from BtVs.
Feedback:- I'm through with asking almost nicely, just do it!
Author's Notes:- . This chapter is going to be a bit longer because its the finale and I hate splitting the end of a fic into more chapters, so if you can't be bothered reading this, don't, not my problem.
The emtpy Slayer dragged herself to her feet,
"The bastard could have had the decency to finish me off."
"I'm glad he didn't."
Buffy turned to see a familiar figure approaching her. Giles. And Willow. They were very concerned and Buffy suddenly felt very guilty,
"I'm so *stupid*! How could I trust a vampire?! We are so screwed!"
Spike was playing his most favourite game ever known to vampkind. Stalking. He loved it, he loved it when they stopped and turned only to hear the footsteps shadowing them stop also. And when they carried on walking, he started walking again. He could smell the fear. Fear, the vampiric smell of victory. His latest victim, a girl about Buffy's age on her way home from the Bronze. The Bronze. Swiftly changing direction, the vampire made his way to the club for an infinite supply of lunch.
He stepped into the room. It was filled with smoke, the throbbing music merging with the many heartbeats that pulsed throughout and only increased his temptation. He walked across to the bar as if he owned the place and switched to sexy/flirtatious mode as a tall blonde approached him. Her name was Harmony. *Was*. He dumped the body in the neighbouring alley, and went back for seconds. The more he ate tonight, the less it took to release the Master tomorrow night. Logical.
He was beginning to feel very full. He watched with satisfaction as various teenagers searched the dancefloor for their partners. Try the alley out back, he thought to himself.
He was about to go for a particularly scrumptious looking red-head, when heard a familiar sounding voice behind him,
"What do you get if you put a vampire in the Bronze?"
The vampire turned to look at the Slayer. Why wasn't she dead yet? He smiled maliciously,
"A bloodbath, a very full vampire and the Master."
She glared at him and he saw the stake in her hand,
"Oh come on, you're hardly in any position to stop me now, are you?" He watched her face carefully, "Don't you think I can smell the fear on you?"
He turned and walked away, she didn't follow but felt helpless as he began to chat up the red-head he'd had his eyes on earlier. She saw them walk out, then Spike walked back in again five minutes later. He saw her watching him and raised an eyebrow. He was daring her to stop him. She wouldn't. She couldn't. Buffy spun on her heel and stormed out, heading for home.
The Scooby Gang - minus Xander- sat in the Library. Buffy was almost asleep in her chair. Giles sighed,
"You'll need a blood transfusion before you can stop them."
"But I'll be in over night, and by then the world as we know it will be destroyed. Besides, I either stop them, or die trying. No arguements."
Willow stared at the area of the floor that was Hellmouth,
"Angel was Spike? "
Buffy rested her head on the table,
"Yeah. And we're so screwed. This is all my fault. If I hadn't - "
Giles cut her off,
"It's too late for that now. We have to find a way to stop them."
The Slayer glanced at the clock on the wall,
"Gotta go, class in 5minutes. If I'm late again it's a detention and I don't have time for that. See ya."
The teenagers dispersed, and the Watcher was left alone with his books. The way he liked it.
The final procedures were underway. The major vampires of the coven were assembled around a long rectangular table {[the kind you find in a conference room]}. The Master at the head, then the others seated further away from him in order of rank and status. Darla sat beside Angelus, Spike sat opposite him with Dru on his knee. And that was about it, not including the guards at the doorway, and the odd messenger running to anf fro, bringing news of the currents events.
Angelus looked at his watch,
"Two hours and counting."
The Master looked at him,
"You'd better go prepare then, all of you."
They got up and filed out of the door, Spike was the last.
"Not you William."
The vampire sighed, and returned to his seat,
"Y'know you're the only being on this entire planet who still calls me that."
"I'm unique."
"I'll say."
"It's about the Slayer. Don't kill her."
"Uh, forgive me for questioning you, but why?"
"I want to."
"Oh no, I can't let you do that. She's the Slayer, unpredictable she's - "
"Three quarters drained."
"Yes, but even then she didn't die when her heart should have stopped."
"I agree. But I like challenges. Now go, you need to be ready for chaos."
Spike stood, already regretting he hadn't shot her in the head when they first met.
The Bronze was full tonight. The music throbbed and hearts raced as their bodies danced, using up energy much needed to fight back. Vampires sauntered in from every entrance after slaughtering the bouncers at the doors. They mingled with the crowd. It would have been almost impossible to distinguish between mortal and demon unless you were the Chosen One. But she wasn't there. Buffy sat in the Library, polishing off tactics and practising her attacks. Spike knew this of course, they had a vamp monitoring her, armed with a bleeper. Angelus stepped up beside him, they were back stage waiting for their cue,
"Such a pretty night for a bloodbath."
Spike smiled,
"I'm going to enjoy this."
Their bleepers went off, it was the Master. Angelus nudged his Childe towards the curtains,
"Unleash Hell."
Spike grinned mischevously and stepped onto the stage behind the band who were about to finish. Every pair of vampiric eyes in the building watched him closely as he reached for the drummer's neck. There was a sickening crunch as it snapped, and all Hell broke loose. That was the signal..
The Master sat in his throne with Dru seated on the floor beside him. She was not well enough to join in the games so she sulked. He sat there drinking the power as Spike drained the lifeblood from the terrified humans on the dancefloor. He worked his way through the crowd after devouring the band. The more he drank, the more he wanted. There was no systematic pattern to his feeding, he just picked them off as he pushed through the crowd, herded by Darla, Angelus and the rest.
Human screams leaked through every gap in the building, and echoed throughout Sunnydale. Buffy opened the window, they could hear it all to well.
"That's my cue."
She burst into the Bronze, stake in hand. Her heart sank deep in her chest as she saw the bodies scattered across the dancefloor. Not one person was left alive.
The Master spoke behind her, his voice smooth and rounded by the centuries,
"Miss. Summers, admiring our handiwork?"
She swung around attempting to ram the stake home. She didn't. Her arm came to an abrupt halt halfway through its arc. She turned to the barrier. Spike stood their holding her arm and removed the stake from her hand,
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with sharp objects?"
She was ready with a comeback but didn't have the chance. Before she could say anything, the Master had sunk his fangs into her neck, draining her completely.
Most of the vampires left, the concept of killing the Slayer had lost it novelty.
Spike stood, his arms folded,
"That was an anti-climax, so to speak."
Darla was disappointed,
"She could have made an effort."
They looked up as Angelus' voice rang out over head,
"Heads up!"
All present looked on nonchalantly as the bodies of Giles and Willow fell from the balcony above. They prepared to leave and the Master patted Spike on the back,
"You did it. Congratulations. Now, I'm hungry."