Broken Heartstrings - Part Two
Rating - R
Ownership - Joss (lucky sod) Whedon owns all the characters from B:tVs
Distribution - Take what you like, but please ask first.
Feedback - Much appreciated. Flames will be met with hysterical laughter.
"Bored now." Willow drummed her nails on the wall occasionally glancing at her Sire. He stood nearby, taking long drags of his cigarette then tilting his back to blow the smoke into the night sky. One hand supporting him as he leant against the black marble monument infront of him, his allowed the other to hang limp at his side, the cigarette held loosely between his fingers. Willow ran one hand through her hair, smiling seductively at Spike as he turned to face her direction, "Wanna play." She watched while he flicked it away, dusting off his hands, and slowly walked towards her. His eyes roamed the gravestones around them till he found the newest addition. "In Loving memory of Willow Rosenburg... at least you know they cared." She knelt down infront of it, eyeing the inscription suspiciously. "Whatever." Helping her back to her feet, Spike hooked his arm around her waist and they began to wander in the direction of the Bronze. The red-headed vampire slipped her hand inside his coat and pulled the lighter from the pocket. Watching the lone flame with evident fascination, she plucked a leaf from a bush on their way past and watched as it turned black and crinkled in the fire. Distinguinshing the flames before she was burnt, Spike confiscated the lighter and handed her his penknife, nodding in the direction of the man in the distance. Eyes lighting up, she turned to him - delighted, "Play now?" He nodded, and smiled as she left his side, slinking in and out of the shadows.
Xander scanned his surroundings for any signs of his deceased friend. He sat down on a crumbling headstone, listening to the alarmingly loud sound of his own heart. It was beating faster. "Xander." Her voice was soft and melodious as she called to him from the shadows. Tightening his grip on the stake protruding from his coat pocket, he wheeled round staring in Willow's general direction though he could see no hint of leather. He heard his heart beat faster. Leather. Casting his mind back to the day Anya tried to retrieve her pendant, he remembered how they had all reacted to Vamp-Will's behaviour. For the first time in his life, Xander found himself genuinely afraid of the red-headed witch. "Daddy says I can play." He heard her heeled boots scuff the floor and he slowly began to back away, his eyes fixed on the tree he was hoping Willow was behind. "Don't you wanna play?" Xander shook his head, swallowing hard. He could feel her watching him, her eyes penetrating right through to his soul. "No thanks, Will." he said in what he hoped was a confident voice. It couldn't have been as confident as he had hoped, she saw right through him. "You don't wanna play." Her footsteps could be heard off to his right, feet dragging through the dry soil. "Oh well, I guess I can't force you." He relaxed slightly, turning aroung in the direction she had gone. He sighed, leaning against the oak next to him. "Oh wait." He heard her feet hitting the ground behind him as she leapt from a branch. "I can."
Her eyes fixed on the vampire that slid across the roof of the house to her left, Buffy held her crossbow up against her shoulder, and aimed. Taking a deep breath, she fired, and watched with satisfaction as the creature exploded into dust. But it wasn't Willow. The Slayer was unsure of whether that was a good thing or not. She still didn't know if she would have the heart to put duty first when faced with the inevitable. Casting her eyes back down the road to Giles' front door, she allowed herself a brief smile as she noticed Tara watching her out of the front window. Turning around to look down the other end of the road, Buffy cocked her bow again and listened.
Giles played with the safety catch on his gun inside his pocket. He couldn't kill the red-head with this, but he could cause her some serious inconveniences. He could not, however, risk hurting amy civilians. Stepping forward to the dge of thr balcony, he searched the dance floor for familiar faces. Just as the Watcher decided to release the breath he had been holding in, he recognised the peroxide blonde man who walked in next. Following Spike over to the bar, he was welcomed by the vampire with a nod of acknowledgement. At that point they decided to ignore eachother, and Spike soon left.
"Will, you don't want to do this." Xander checked his pockets for his stake. It was at her feet - not the best place to be. "But I'm so good at it." She took a step closer, the knife glinting in her hand. "Of that I have no doubt... but... wouldn't you prefer someone who could fight back?" The vampire considered this, turning the blade around so the moonlight danced across its polished surface. Pouting slightly, she tilted her head, and Xander watched her face for any signs of mercy. She looked up at him then smiled, "Run." His reaction almost instant, Xander turned and ran, stumbling over broken headstones and rocks on the way. The vampire turned to face the tree and set about carving her name into the bark. Glancing up to see the human hurtling through the gates, Willow pouted. She had underestimated his speed. Losing interest, she tucked the knife into her boot and cut through the neighbouring cemetery to the street behind Giles' house.
Stopping momentarily to see if she had followed, Xander kept running in the direction of the Bronze with every intention of hiding from the fanged beauty he once called "friend".
Spike stood outside a house a couple of houses down from the Watcher's. Amused, he saw Buffy turn away, having not seen him in the shadowed driveway. The girl accompanying him finished off the chips he'd bought her from the chip shop and went to open her front door, "Desert?" He raised an eyebrow and she giggled as his lips curved into a seductive smile.
"And then there was Ross, that didn't work out either. Neither did David, Layth or Brian." The vampire sat at the opposite end of the couch, staring at the girl incredulously. How one girl could talk for so long about her ex-boyfriends was beyond his comprehension. "And then there was Jonathan. Boy, was he wier--", Spike delivered her a warm smile, "Could we not talk so much? My hunger's getting the better of me. Infact, could we just skip the talking part altogether?", "Sure!" She crossed the room to the kitchen and opened the refridgerator. "What d'you feel like?" The vampire stepped up behind her, peering into the appliance over her shoulder, "Something... big." Getting closer, he eyed her neck hungrily, the bloodlust almost unbearable. Catching him out of the corner of her eye, her hand flew up to her throat, "What? I got something on my neck?" She struggled to see, her brow furrowing in mild annoyance. "Not yet." His hunger was too much. Vampiric features revealed, he spun her around, waiting for her to scream before biting into her with relish. "My compliments to the chef."
Hearing the scream, Buffy spun around, hurtling down the road to the girl's house where a vampire had his face buried in her neck. Throwing the front door open, she bolted down the hall and into the kitchen. Holding the girl's body infront of him like a shield, Spike stood there, his smirk daring the Slayer to come closer. He lowered his head and licked the open wound, growling so low it was almost a purr. "They just don't make humans like that used to. I remember the days when maidens would fall at your feet and beg for mercy. Now? They just put on a front and say that you'll never take them alive. Alive? Where's the fun in that?" Holding the girl draped over one arm, he hurled the body at the Slayer and dealt her a hefty blow to the head, slamming her into the wall and making a quick exit down the hall.
"Let me in. It's cold." Tara backed away from the back door, reaching for the cross on the table. "Please? I can't feel my toes..." From the window, Willow watched the blonde stare at her, almost trembling. Tara bit her lip. The red-head's skin was alabaster white, a wild contrast to the black leather and dark red lipstick. "I'm so cold..." The human glared at her, "I - I'm not stupid." She approached the window, her emotions hardening as she saw the vampire eyeing her neck hungrily, "I d - don't live here. I - I can't let you in." Willow stepped back, "Come outside then." Shaking her head, Tara leaned on the window just as the vampire aimed a kick at her head, shattering the window. Falling over in fright, she backed off into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa, her knees shaking.
Moving round to the front of the house, Willow frowned when she saw the Slayer fighting with Spike. Glancing at the front door, she was almost worried that her Sire might not make it. Shrugging her doubts away, she crossed the lawn to the house next door and knocked, "Excuse me, but could I use your phone?"
Rating - R
Ownership - Joss (lucky sod) Whedon owns all the characters from B:tVs
Distribution - Take what you like, but please ask first.
Feedback - Much appreciated. Flames will be met with hysterical laughter.
"Bored now." Willow drummed her nails on the wall occasionally glancing at her Sire. He stood nearby, taking long drags of his cigarette then tilting his back to blow the smoke into the night sky. One hand supporting him as he leant against the black marble monument infront of him, his allowed the other to hang limp at his side, the cigarette held loosely between his fingers. Willow ran one hand through her hair, smiling seductively at Spike as he turned to face her direction, "Wanna play." She watched while he flicked it away, dusting off his hands, and slowly walked towards her. His eyes roamed the gravestones around them till he found the newest addition. "In Loving memory of Willow Rosenburg... at least you know they cared." She knelt down infront of it, eyeing the inscription suspiciously. "Whatever." Helping her back to her feet, Spike hooked his arm around her waist and they began to wander in the direction of the Bronze. The red-headed vampire slipped her hand inside his coat and pulled the lighter from the pocket. Watching the lone flame with evident fascination, she plucked a leaf from a bush on their way past and watched as it turned black and crinkled in the fire. Distinguinshing the flames before she was burnt, Spike confiscated the lighter and handed her his penknife, nodding in the direction of the man in the distance. Eyes lighting up, she turned to him - delighted, "Play now?" He nodded, and smiled as she left his side, slinking in and out of the shadows.
Xander scanned his surroundings for any signs of his deceased friend. He sat down on a crumbling headstone, listening to the alarmingly loud sound of his own heart. It was beating faster. "Xander." Her voice was soft and melodious as she called to him from the shadows. Tightening his grip on the stake protruding from his coat pocket, he wheeled round staring in Willow's general direction though he could see no hint of leather. He heard his heart beat faster. Leather. Casting his mind back to the day Anya tried to retrieve her pendant, he remembered how they had all reacted to Vamp-Will's behaviour. For the first time in his life, Xander found himself genuinely afraid of the red-headed witch. "Daddy says I can play." He heard her heeled boots scuff the floor and he slowly began to back away, his eyes fixed on the tree he was hoping Willow was behind. "Don't you wanna play?" Xander shook his head, swallowing hard. He could feel her watching him, her eyes penetrating right through to his soul. "No thanks, Will." he said in what he hoped was a confident voice. It couldn't have been as confident as he had hoped, she saw right through him. "You don't wanna play." Her footsteps could be heard off to his right, feet dragging through the dry soil. "Oh well, I guess I can't force you." He relaxed slightly, turning aroung in the direction she had gone. He sighed, leaning against the oak next to him. "Oh wait." He heard her feet hitting the ground behind him as she leapt from a branch. "I can."
Her eyes fixed on the vampire that slid across the roof of the house to her left, Buffy held her crossbow up against her shoulder, and aimed. Taking a deep breath, she fired, and watched with satisfaction as the creature exploded into dust. But it wasn't Willow. The Slayer was unsure of whether that was a good thing or not. She still didn't know if she would have the heart to put duty first when faced with the inevitable. Casting her eyes back down the road to Giles' front door, she allowed herself a brief smile as she noticed Tara watching her out of the front window. Turning around to look down the other end of the road, Buffy cocked her bow again and listened.
Giles played with the safety catch on his gun inside his pocket. He couldn't kill the red-head with this, but he could cause her some serious inconveniences. He could not, however, risk hurting amy civilians. Stepping forward to the dge of thr balcony, he searched the dance floor for familiar faces. Just as the Watcher decided to release the breath he had been holding in, he recognised the peroxide blonde man who walked in next. Following Spike over to the bar, he was welcomed by the vampire with a nod of acknowledgement. At that point they decided to ignore eachother, and Spike soon left.
"Will, you don't want to do this." Xander checked his pockets for his stake. It was at her feet - not the best place to be. "But I'm so good at it." She took a step closer, the knife glinting in her hand. "Of that I have no doubt... but... wouldn't you prefer someone who could fight back?" The vampire considered this, turning the blade around so the moonlight danced across its polished surface. Pouting slightly, she tilted her head, and Xander watched her face for any signs of mercy. She looked up at him then smiled, "Run." His reaction almost instant, Xander turned and ran, stumbling over broken headstones and rocks on the way. The vampire turned to face the tree and set about carving her name into the bark. Glancing up to see the human hurtling through the gates, Willow pouted. She had underestimated his speed. Losing interest, she tucked the knife into her boot and cut through the neighbouring cemetery to the street behind Giles' house.
Stopping momentarily to see if she had followed, Xander kept running in the direction of the Bronze with every intention of hiding from the fanged beauty he once called "friend".
Spike stood outside a house a couple of houses down from the Watcher's. Amused, he saw Buffy turn away, having not seen him in the shadowed driveway. The girl accompanying him finished off the chips he'd bought her from the chip shop and went to open her front door, "Desert?" He raised an eyebrow and she giggled as his lips curved into a seductive smile.
"And then there was Ross, that didn't work out either. Neither did David, Layth or Brian." The vampire sat at the opposite end of the couch, staring at the girl incredulously. How one girl could talk for so long about her ex-boyfriends was beyond his comprehension. "And then there was Jonathan. Boy, was he wier--", Spike delivered her a warm smile, "Could we not talk so much? My hunger's getting the better of me. Infact, could we just skip the talking part altogether?", "Sure!" She crossed the room to the kitchen and opened the refridgerator. "What d'you feel like?" The vampire stepped up behind her, peering into the appliance over her shoulder, "Something... big." Getting closer, he eyed her neck hungrily, the bloodlust almost unbearable. Catching him out of the corner of her eye, her hand flew up to her throat, "What? I got something on my neck?" She struggled to see, her brow furrowing in mild annoyance. "Not yet." His hunger was too much. Vampiric features revealed, he spun her around, waiting for her to scream before biting into her with relish. "My compliments to the chef."
Hearing the scream, Buffy spun around, hurtling down the road to the girl's house where a vampire had his face buried in her neck. Throwing the front door open, she bolted down the hall and into the kitchen. Holding the girl's body infront of him like a shield, Spike stood there, his smirk daring the Slayer to come closer. He lowered his head and licked the open wound, growling so low it was almost a purr. "They just don't make humans like that used to. I remember the days when maidens would fall at your feet and beg for mercy. Now? They just put on a front and say that you'll never take them alive. Alive? Where's the fun in that?" Holding the girl draped over one arm, he hurled the body at the Slayer and dealt her a hefty blow to the head, slamming her into the wall and making a quick exit down the hall.
"Let me in. It's cold." Tara backed away from the back door, reaching for the cross on the table. "Please? I can't feel my toes..." From the window, Willow watched the blonde stare at her, almost trembling. Tara bit her lip. The red-head's skin was alabaster white, a wild contrast to the black leather and dark red lipstick. "I'm so cold..." The human glared at her, "I - I'm not stupid." She approached the window, her emotions hardening as she saw the vampire eyeing her neck hungrily, "I d - don't live here. I - I can't let you in." Willow stepped back, "Come outside then." Shaking her head, Tara leaned on the window just as the vampire aimed a kick at her head, shattering the window. Falling over in fright, she backed off into the living room and collapsed onto the sofa, her knees shaking.
Moving round to the front of the house, Willow frowned when she saw the Slayer fighting with Spike. Glancing at the front door, she was almost worried that her Sire might not make it. Shrugging her doubts away, she crossed the lawn to the house next door and knocked, "Excuse me, but could I use your phone?"