Title: The Magic that is Life
Feedback: I would love some. This is my first fic and I want to know what you think.
Relationships: B/S
Distribution: I wouldn't mind as long as you ask first.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I, like so many others, don't own a thing. Just another poor excuse for a college student, wasting away her free moments writing free stuff so that others might enjoy a few more minutes of their day. Joss is the true genius behind all the characters along with the mutant enemy(who I think is just the cutest little thing). If I own anything out of this, it would be the basic plot(and if a fairy can be owned, that too).
Summary: An ancient creature of folklore comes to Sunnydale. Her presence there is a mystery even to herself, but she soon learns that it has to do with the Slayer and a certain vampire.
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Dimming her naturally brilliant light to a faint glow, the small fairy darted behind a thin branch as she felt the danger creeping closer. Although it was almost entirely black outside and any light would be seen, she knew that it wouldn't make much of a difference. She was not the one it was looking for. Even if she had been, her magic would have concealed her, keeping her invisible to both mortal's eyes and those of the ones that had eluded the painful experience of death. After all, everything would die eventually, even so-called immortals could be killed, it was only a matter of time. She knew that, and in a way, she naturally feared it and, so, she took safety behind the object. Perhaps a day would come when she would become careless, even if only for an instant, and there would be one who could see beyond her magic and want to cause her harm. There were many who knew what a fairy's magic could do and how they could use it for their own selfish purposes. If that ever happened, the little fairy feared that she would be helpless against them. She knew she could never be too cautious.
She was in a very dangerous part of the world as well. Most of her kind tried to avoid traveling too close to this cursed ground. "Boca de Inferno" it was called, also known as the Hellmouth. The others warned her of the corruption of this land, but the little creature could not help herself. She felt as though something was calling to her from this forsaken place. She was needed here, although at the moment she didn't know why. But she was here none-the-less, waiting to see if the tales were true. What kind of evil was roaming this town and what was keeping it controlled? Surely there had to be something good here, or powers of darkness would have destroyed it and shown itself everywhere else as well. What was she, an almost helpless fairy there to do, and in a graveyard of all places?
Then she heard someone coming. It was a human, that she could sense right away. Young, female perhaps, but what was she doing here this late in the evening? Didn't she know what was out there? Couldn't she feel what was coming? Or maybe she did.
The small light fluttered out of her seclusion and into a small bush that was closer to the stranger. She had a better view now. It was a young woman, perhaps in her late teens, early twenties. Her slightly wavy blond hair was worn casually down, ending just past her shoulders and covered the top of her red tank top. The shirt was accompanied by a fitted pair of black pants and in her hand was a casually held stake. She seemed to be looking for something, or someone. No, waiting is a better word. Waiting almost impatiently. There was something about her that was different from other humans who she had seen before. There was an essence about her that was almost magical and the fairy could feel it.
'Could it be?' the fairy thought. 'Is she a slayer?'
The mystical being became instantly touched with wonder. She had heard of them before and all the evil that they ended. She, however, had never seen one herself but she had heard tales of the wonderful things they did and what they fought for. This would be an ideal place to find one, with so much evil to put an end to.
Then she felt it again, danger. The fairy looked over at a nearby gravestone. "Nancy Stevenson" it read. 'Poor thing' the fairy thought, knowing the dead woman's fate.
The freshly laid earth began to move as the demon began to emerge. Within moments of beginning its life as an immortal, the creature's dust scattered in the slight breeze. The young woman stood in its place with a slightly bored look on her face.
"Well that was fun," she said sarcastically to herself. "Don't see much more of a challenge here tonight."
'Wait!' the fairy wanted to cry out. 'They're here.'
As the woman turned around to leave, she was confronted with seven more. Each vampire donned their demon face, their piercing yellow eyes glaring at her, desiring to have a taste.
She smiled wickedly, "Now isn't this nice, a welcoming party. Sorry, but the guest of honor had a previous engagement to attend."
With that the creatures' anger surged and they lunged forward. That was all that the fairy could feel from them. Anger, hatred, hunger for the human's life. But the fighter would not lose it to them this night.
She fought beautifully. Dusting one, then flinging another to the side as if with no effort at all. However, it was a group of seven against one and she made the mistake of taking their abilities for granted this night. One managed to catch her off guard for just a moment and that was all it took. Her legs went out from under her and she went crashing to the ground. Her weapon was flung feet away and in an instant the vampires were upon her.
That was when the fairy felt the other stir. She didn't sense him at first with all the rest of them. He had been remaining perfectly still, watching the struggle carefully, but when the woman went down, he reacted instantly. In a moment's time he had dusted two from behind, snatched the fallen weapon and tossed it to the blond on the ground. She responded by staking a vampire that was pinning her to the ground. She quickly got up to face another of the undead and caught a quick glance of one of the remaining 'party members' being utterly defeated by the one who had come to her aid. She began to finish off the one in front of her, knowing that it would be over soon.
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Hiding carefully in the bush, the fairy observed the two as they fought near each other. They were both very, very good and extremely intense. She was sure now, this young woman was a slayer, although she was a bit older than the fairy would have thought. From all the stories she had heard, the Chosen One, as they were called, was only a girl, a child. They rarely lived long into adulthood. This one may still be in the age area though, it just was not what the fairy had expected. She must be good though, to be at least this far along in her life.
Now her companion, the man, was a curiosity to the fairy indeed. She had known what he was at once. He was a vampire himself, fairly old for one now-a-days. He was also very powerful compared to the others she had witnessed. He had a good heritage behind him the fairy assumed. As far as appearances were concerned, nothing was out of the ordinary. He wore a simple black shirt and pants, both blanketed in a long black duster. In stark contrast was his head of peroxide-blond hair that seemed to blur as he moved in quickly for the kill of the other vampire. Something was different about him though. The fairy could sense it all over her.
Why had he helped that slayer? Why would he care what happened to her? The blond vampire looked up for just a brief moment with a look of concern on his face until he saw the slayer's stake penetrate the last vampire of the group. The look was gone as quickly as it had come as she looked back at him. Her breath was as steady as when she had begun, but her heartbeat was racing.
"Spike?" she questioned, a little confused. "What are you doing out here?"
"Though' I'd take a little walk is all," he responded casually in a crude British accent as he pulled a cigarette out of a pack and lighted it. Taking a quick drag he added, "and you should be happy I did."
Walking closer to her natural enemy, the slayer clutched her stake tightly in her right hand and questioned again. "And why should I be happy about that?" Her blue-green eyes tried to show her anger toward him, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to feel it.
"Because," he said a-matter-of-factly, "if I 'ad just stayed at 'ome, you'd 'ave ended up like one of those in the grave.." he motioned to one nearby. "...or worse from the looks of i'."
"I was handling it just fine," she said defiantly, knowing it was a lost cause.
"Yeah?" he remarked, raising his scarred eyebrow. "So them pinnin' you to the ground and gettin' close enough to 'ave a taste was par' of a plan, right? I'll 'ave to try that sometime. It jus' might work."
"I didn't know you cared so much."
"I don't, luv, but i' gave me a chance to kill some stuff, a li'l fight'n to bright'n up my otherwise dark night."
"Why didn't you just let them kill me and then attack them? I would have thought you would have appreciated that. It's not like you can do it yourself now."
He smirked at her comment and glanced at the ground before replying in a very deep intense voice. "If anyone's going to try an' kill you, they would 'ave to be more that a half-brained twit for me to le'em."
With that he turned and started to slowly walk away. Turning back slightly he added with a grin, " 'sides I'm saving you for myself."
The Slayer watched him walk away. "Spike," she called before he got too far. When he turned to look, she smiled. "Thank you."
His lips curved slightly up in a smile that seemed almost like contentment, although it was hidden by the darkness of the night. "Think nothin' of it, luv." And with that, he turned back and continued out of sight.
Feedback: I would love some. This is my first fic and I want to know what you think.
Relationships: B/S
Distribution: I wouldn't mind as long as you ask first.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I, like so many others, don't own a thing. Just another poor excuse for a college student, wasting away her free moments writing free stuff so that others might enjoy a few more minutes of their day. Joss is the true genius behind all the characters along with the mutant enemy(who I think is just the cutest little thing). If I own anything out of this, it would be the basic plot(and if a fairy can be owned, that too).
Summary: An ancient creature of folklore comes to Sunnydale. Her presence there is a mystery even to herself, but she soon learns that it has to do with the Slayer and a certain vampire.
......................................................
Dimming her naturally brilliant light to a faint glow, the small fairy darted behind a thin branch as she felt the danger creeping closer. Although it was almost entirely black outside and any light would be seen, she knew that it wouldn't make much of a difference. She was not the one it was looking for. Even if she had been, her magic would have concealed her, keeping her invisible to both mortal's eyes and those of the ones that had eluded the painful experience of death. After all, everything would die eventually, even so-called immortals could be killed, it was only a matter of time. She knew that, and in a way, she naturally feared it and, so, she took safety behind the object. Perhaps a day would come when she would become careless, even if only for an instant, and there would be one who could see beyond her magic and want to cause her harm. There were many who knew what a fairy's magic could do and how they could use it for their own selfish purposes. If that ever happened, the little fairy feared that she would be helpless against them. She knew she could never be too cautious.
She was in a very dangerous part of the world as well. Most of her kind tried to avoid traveling too close to this cursed ground. "Boca de Inferno" it was called, also known as the Hellmouth. The others warned her of the corruption of this land, but the little creature could not help herself. She felt as though something was calling to her from this forsaken place. She was needed here, although at the moment she didn't know why. But she was here none-the-less, waiting to see if the tales were true. What kind of evil was roaming this town and what was keeping it controlled? Surely there had to be something good here, or powers of darkness would have destroyed it and shown itself everywhere else as well. What was she, an almost helpless fairy there to do, and in a graveyard of all places?
Then she heard someone coming. It was a human, that she could sense right away. Young, female perhaps, but what was she doing here this late in the evening? Didn't she know what was out there? Couldn't she feel what was coming? Or maybe she did.
The small light fluttered out of her seclusion and into a small bush that was closer to the stranger. She had a better view now. It was a young woman, perhaps in her late teens, early twenties. Her slightly wavy blond hair was worn casually down, ending just past her shoulders and covered the top of her red tank top. The shirt was accompanied by a fitted pair of black pants and in her hand was a casually held stake. She seemed to be looking for something, or someone. No, waiting is a better word. Waiting almost impatiently. There was something about her that was different from other humans who she had seen before. There was an essence about her that was almost magical and the fairy could feel it.
'Could it be?' the fairy thought. 'Is she a slayer?'
The mystical being became instantly touched with wonder. She had heard of them before and all the evil that they ended. She, however, had never seen one herself but she had heard tales of the wonderful things they did and what they fought for. This would be an ideal place to find one, with so much evil to put an end to.
Then she felt it again, danger. The fairy looked over at a nearby gravestone. "Nancy Stevenson" it read. 'Poor thing' the fairy thought, knowing the dead woman's fate.
The freshly laid earth began to move as the demon began to emerge. Within moments of beginning its life as an immortal, the creature's dust scattered in the slight breeze. The young woman stood in its place with a slightly bored look on her face.
"Well that was fun," she said sarcastically to herself. "Don't see much more of a challenge here tonight."
'Wait!' the fairy wanted to cry out. 'They're here.'
As the woman turned around to leave, she was confronted with seven more. Each vampire donned their demon face, their piercing yellow eyes glaring at her, desiring to have a taste.
She smiled wickedly, "Now isn't this nice, a welcoming party. Sorry, but the guest of honor had a previous engagement to attend."
With that the creatures' anger surged and they lunged forward. That was all that the fairy could feel from them. Anger, hatred, hunger for the human's life. But the fighter would not lose it to them this night.
She fought beautifully. Dusting one, then flinging another to the side as if with no effort at all. However, it was a group of seven against one and she made the mistake of taking their abilities for granted this night. One managed to catch her off guard for just a moment and that was all it took. Her legs went out from under her and she went crashing to the ground. Her weapon was flung feet away and in an instant the vampires were upon her.
That was when the fairy felt the other stir. She didn't sense him at first with all the rest of them. He had been remaining perfectly still, watching the struggle carefully, but when the woman went down, he reacted instantly. In a moment's time he had dusted two from behind, snatched the fallen weapon and tossed it to the blond on the ground. She responded by staking a vampire that was pinning her to the ground. She quickly got up to face another of the undead and caught a quick glance of one of the remaining 'party members' being utterly defeated by the one who had come to her aid. She began to finish off the one in front of her, knowing that it would be over soon.
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Hiding carefully in the bush, the fairy observed the two as they fought near each other. They were both very, very good and extremely intense. She was sure now, this young woman was a slayer, although she was a bit older than the fairy would have thought. From all the stories she had heard, the Chosen One, as they were called, was only a girl, a child. They rarely lived long into adulthood. This one may still be in the age area though, it just was not what the fairy had expected. She must be good though, to be at least this far along in her life.
Now her companion, the man, was a curiosity to the fairy indeed. She had known what he was at once. He was a vampire himself, fairly old for one now-a-days. He was also very powerful compared to the others she had witnessed. He had a good heritage behind him the fairy assumed. As far as appearances were concerned, nothing was out of the ordinary. He wore a simple black shirt and pants, both blanketed in a long black duster. In stark contrast was his head of peroxide-blond hair that seemed to blur as he moved in quickly for the kill of the other vampire. Something was different about him though. The fairy could sense it all over her.
Why had he helped that slayer? Why would he care what happened to her? The blond vampire looked up for just a brief moment with a look of concern on his face until he saw the slayer's stake penetrate the last vampire of the group. The look was gone as quickly as it had come as she looked back at him. Her breath was as steady as when she had begun, but her heartbeat was racing.
"Spike?" she questioned, a little confused. "What are you doing out here?"
"Though' I'd take a little walk is all," he responded casually in a crude British accent as he pulled a cigarette out of a pack and lighted it. Taking a quick drag he added, "and you should be happy I did."
Walking closer to her natural enemy, the slayer clutched her stake tightly in her right hand and questioned again. "And why should I be happy about that?" Her blue-green eyes tried to show her anger toward him, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to feel it.
"Because," he said a-matter-of-factly, "if I 'ad just stayed at 'ome, you'd 'ave ended up like one of those in the grave.." he motioned to one nearby. "...or worse from the looks of i'."
"I was handling it just fine," she said defiantly, knowing it was a lost cause.
"Yeah?" he remarked, raising his scarred eyebrow. "So them pinnin' you to the ground and gettin' close enough to 'ave a taste was par' of a plan, right? I'll 'ave to try that sometime. It jus' might work."
"I didn't know you cared so much."
"I don't, luv, but i' gave me a chance to kill some stuff, a li'l fight'n to bright'n up my otherwise dark night."
"Why didn't you just let them kill me and then attack them? I would have thought you would have appreciated that. It's not like you can do it yourself now."
He smirked at her comment and glanced at the ground before replying in a very deep intense voice. "If anyone's going to try an' kill you, they would 'ave to be more that a half-brained twit for me to le'em."
With that he turned and started to slowly walk away. Turning back slightly he added with a grin, " 'sides I'm saving you for myself."
The Slayer watched him walk away. "Spike," she called before he got too far. When he turned to look, she smiled. "Thank you."
His lips curved slightly up in a smile that seemed almost like contentment, although it was hidden by the darkness of the night. "Think nothin' of it, luv." And with that, he turned back and continued out of sight.