TITLE: Hell Unleashed
AUTHOR: Drusilla
RATING: R
PAIRING: Buffy/Spike -ish
SPOILERS: The Gift
SUMMARY: Buffy is resurrected.. to fight for a very different cause
DISCLAIMER: The characters aren't mine. They belong to Joss Whedon and Co.
DISRIBUTION: Sure, take it! Just let me know and credit me, please
FEEDBACK: Yes, please!
AN1: I took the title "Hell Unleashed" from Gladiator. I think its fitting..
AN2: When Buffy's demon is speaking to her in her mind, I represent their conversation
like this: //sentence\\
AN3: In Michael and Dylan's conversation, the English translations are placed in
(parentheses)
AN4: This story was inspired by Phillip Pullman's Dark Materials: The Golden Compass,
The Subtle Knife, and The Amber Spyglass
HELL UNLEASHED: PROLOGUE
-------------------------
She stood on the brink of a waterfall, eyes closed, dreaming. The water rushed between her
slender feet, its frigity chilling her to the bone, threatening to drag her down to the
bottomless black lagoon beneath its fall.
She smiled, opening her eyes again. She felt the wind brush across her face gently, and yet
her hair did not fly. She looked up, squinting her eyes at the perwinkle-blue sky dappled
with blots of snowy clouds which lingered by the golden sun. Was this heaven? No. It
couldn't be. It was too worldy, too earth-like.
She looked down at herself, and observed in mild surprise that she was completely bare.
Somehow, this fact was unimportant: in fact, it seemed fitting here.
Wherever here was.
She glanced at the towering, lime-stone cliffs which encompassed her waterfall, marvelling
at the beauty of the environment around her. The drop was monstrous. Sharp black rocks
greeted the falling water underneath; evidently erosion was a fiction.
But she knew science. She had studied the laws of physics.
She knew the laws of gravity instinctively.
She stepped off the edge of the fall.
She smiled, but she was not surprised when she discovered that she was standing in thin air.
She took another step. And another.
Scents of pine needles and maple and herbs drifted to her nose and she inhaled them
deliciously, closing her eyes and grinning like a small child.
Then her eyelids fluttered open, and suddenly, she was falling.
She screamed, feeling her heart drop and tremble, until she had no more breath and choked
as she inhaled the thick black smoke which curled and twisted and became intwined with her
veins.
She landed finally, but it seemed her world had changed. The beautiful blue sky that had
just moments ago existed in front of her eyes had vanished. Only the heavy black fumes
loomed in front of her. The earth was red and barren, cracked with drought.
She winced, remembering the crunch of her head meeting the ground, and turned her head to
the side and vomited. She put two fingers into her mouth to touch her lower gum, and when
she withdrew them she saw that they were covered in blood.
Pain coursed through her body like shocks of electricity and she screamed again. Her call
was so raucous, so inhuman that she scarcely recognized it as her own. 'Oh God.' She
prayed silently, tears streaming down her dirt-streaked face.
//He wont help you.\\ Came a voice. She looked around to see where it came from but there
was no one there. With a shock she realized it came from her head. Whoever was talking
to her was sending his thoughts directly to her mind.
//He doesn't hear the prayers of damned creatures. He can't help those who are in Hell.\\
The voice continued.
//Who *are* you?\\ She asked in her mind.
//Your demon.\\
//I don't have a demon.\\ She thought in annoyance.
//Everyone has a demon. You especially.\\
//Why am I in Hell?\\
//Ah. Lucifer himself sent for you. It was he who sent me here. We have great plans for
you.\\
She narrowed her eyes. //Where are you?\\
//Nowhere. I have no body. I take no form.\\
She thought for a moment. //That place I was in before I came here. What was it?\\
//Not heaven. Simply a world your mind created for yourself while you were nowhere.\\
//Nowhere?\\
//You weren't supposed to die, so your spirit was nowhere. It was not expected in Heaven or
Hell so it wasn't sent to either place. So it invented a world for your eyes. The Angels
would have found you and taken you in, but we got to you first.\\
//What will you do with me?\\
//They will insert me into your body without the blood ritual. We will return you to Earth
as a creature of the night.\\
She felt her anger rising. //So I'll be a vampire?\\ It was a shame that thoughts couldn't
be shouted.
//Don't fret over your soul, dear. Lucifer has already eaten it.\\
Her eyes grew wide in disbelief. //What do you want me to do?\\
//You will be the first vampire in history with no sire, except the original, of course.
Pure blood will flow through your veins. You will have the power of a goddess. No stake
will kill you.\\
//Why?\\
//We are planning war.\\
//Against who?\\
//Against heaven.\\ She felt it leave.
She didn't speak. Somehow, she didn't care. It sounded fine to her. She would be going
home, stronger than before. What's not to like about that? She grinned.
She saw the lava coming.
She sighed in vexation as the red-hot liquid oozed closer and closer, surrounding her,
finally burying her in a world of complete blackness.
* * *
"Ah. Bonjour Monseigneur. J'ai recu des nouvelles importantes recemment.. T'as deja les
entendus, je crois." (Good day, my Lord. I've just received the important news.. you
already know of them, I believe.) So spoke a blond man, sitting down at a table at the
Bronze. He had the appearance of a 30 year-old business man, for he wore a blue shirt
and tie, and carried a black briefcase.
The man to whom he spoke gave him a grim smile. He looked young, perhaps in his
mid-twenties, and his appearance was soft, lenient. His looks were not particular in any
way, he was, in fact, rather plain looking, but his air was that of one of great importance
and power. His hair was a golden-brown, and his eyes were-- a whole spectrum of colours,
a purple-blue flecked with gold and orange and green. If you looked into them, you could
drown in them, drown in his world and his history.
For he had witnessed the world's creation and would be present for its demise.
"Michel." (Michael.) He said, shaking the older man's hand. "Oui, j'ai entendu les
nouvelles au sujet de l'Une qui est Choisis." (Yes, I've heard the news about the Chosen
One.) He shook his head sadly. "Ils travaillent vite." (They work fast.)
They spoke in French, lest anyone hear their conversation and ask questions.
"Oui, et il faut qu'on travaille plus vite encore. Qu'est-ce qu'on va faire, Dylan?" (Yes,
but we must work faster yet. What are we going to do, Dylan?) Said Michael. He was
worried. The girl was of great importance to the balance of the Earth.
"Il faut la trouver avant elle peut causer des dommages. Elle peut etre persuade a joigner
notre cote, si on l'attrape au debut. Vous devez comprendre qu'elle est la cle. La cote
qui la possesse a la cle a la victoire." (We must find her before she causes any damage.
She can be persuaded to join our side if we catch her early. You must understand that she
is the Key. Whichever side she choses will have the Key to Victory.) Dylan replied.
Michael smiled weakly. "Donc tu veux qu'on la trouve, mais ne pas la tue?" (So you want
us to find her, but not kill her?)
"Precisement." (Precisely.) Dylan got up. "Je pense qu'on est fini pour maintenant. S'il
y a les problemes, m'appelez immediatement." (I think we are done for now. If there are
any problems, call me immediately.)
"Oui, Monseigneur." (Yes, my Lord.)
* * *
When she woke her surroundings were still black. She felt around her, realizing that she
was in a coffin. At first, she began to panic, knowing that the coffin would be air-tight.
Then she remembered that she didn't need to breathe.
With a kick the top of the coffin splintered and she pulled herself up and out, clawing
through the graveyard dirt. In relief she found that she was fully clothed, in her best
dress-- a semi-formal white gown that reached her ankles.
She smiled at the stars. She could feel her power. Her senses were extraordinary. She
could hear the ants scurrying in the dirt 50 feet away.
She couldn't wait for her first kill. Some pathetic human to test her powers on.
She walked towards the Bronze and on the way, she saw a tall, muscular young man waiting at
the bus stop. She tapped his shoulder and chuckled inwardly as he fell off-balance with her
touch. She wanted to test it some more, to see if she could control it.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, clapping her hand to her mouth.
"Er.. No problem." He said. "I'm Dave." He held out his hand.
"Buffy." She smiled, shaking it, pleased that her grip seemed normal when she willed it to
be so.
"Hi." Dave said. "I've seen you around before. Do you go to Sunnydale University?"
"I did. Then I kinda dropped out after my mom died. I had to take care of my sister and
everything."
"Oh. Well I'm sorry. Um.." He was nervous. This girl was so beautiful, so mysterious,
er.. why did she have dirt in her hair? "So, uh, Buffy--"
He didn't get a chance to finish. She punched him lighty in the stomach and he went flying
into the brick wall behind him, making a hole and falling into the building. She reached
in and pulled him out by his hair.
"You were gonna make a move, weren't ya? You though, oh, it's so sad, this girl's mother
died, I better comfort her, didn't ya?" She laughed, vamping out.
He screamed in horror, seeing her demonic face.
"No one's gonna hear you. Even if they did, no one would care. How can you expect them to
care? That would be selfish." She bit into his neck as he cried.
His warm, sticky lifeblood was delicious. She felt him fall limp beneath her but she
continued to feed off of his lifeless body, revelling in his sweetness, his innocence.
When she was satisfied she let him drop to the cement ground.
She looked down at her hands, covered in mortal blood, and grinned.
* * *
Spike was bloody tired of this town! The Slayer was dead, for goodness sakes! Why was he
still here? Nibblet was gone too. She had simply ceased to exist.
He scowled. Dru was right. He was getting soft. What was the point of being all good?
Everyone he loved was gone. Everyone he was good for. All that was left was the Scooby
Gang, and they still hated him.
Those idiots! What was wrong with them? Hadn't he proved himself enough? Hadn't he saved
their lives countless times? He had kept his promise to Buffy to look after Dawn. It
wasn't his fault the monks decided that she was no longer needed!
His chip had been removed. He could kill now. He smiled at the thought of fresh blood.
God, he hadn't fed off real humans for two years.
He strolled out of the cemetery and down the street. At a bus stop he spotted a petite
blond vampire feeding off a college student.
He smiled. That was the way things were supposed to be. Vampires were bad. They fed off
humans. The Slayer tried to kill vampires. No good vampires, no bad Slayers, no Slayers
falling in love with vampires, no vampires falling in love with Slayers.
Simple black and white lines.
"Hello, cutie." He said in his sexiest voice to the blonde as she dropped the boy's body.
He wondered who she was. New master vamp in town? He hoped so.
She turned around, and his eyes went wide.
"Buffy?" He breathed in disbelief.
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! I'll only continue if people are liking it..
AUTHOR: Drusilla
RATING: R
PAIRING: Buffy/Spike -ish
SPOILERS: The Gift
SUMMARY: Buffy is resurrected.. to fight for a very different cause
DISCLAIMER: The characters aren't mine. They belong to Joss Whedon and Co.
DISRIBUTION: Sure, take it! Just let me know and credit me, please
FEEDBACK: Yes, please!
AN1: I took the title "Hell Unleashed" from Gladiator. I think its fitting..
AN2: When Buffy's demon is speaking to her in her mind, I represent their conversation
like this: //sentence\\
AN3: In Michael and Dylan's conversation, the English translations are placed in
(parentheses)
AN4: This story was inspired by Phillip Pullman's Dark Materials: The Golden Compass,
The Subtle Knife, and The Amber Spyglass
HELL UNLEASHED: PROLOGUE
-------------------------
She stood on the brink of a waterfall, eyes closed, dreaming. The water rushed between her
slender feet, its frigity chilling her to the bone, threatening to drag her down to the
bottomless black lagoon beneath its fall.
She smiled, opening her eyes again. She felt the wind brush across her face gently, and yet
her hair did not fly. She looked up, squinting her eyes at the perwinkle-blue sky dappled
with blots of snowy clouds which lingered by the golden sun. Was this heaven? No. It
couldn't be. It was too worldy, too earth-like.
She looked down at herself, and observed in mild surprise that she was completely bare.
Somehow, this fact was unimportant: in fact, it seemed fitting here.
Wherever here was.
She glanced at the towering, lime-stone cliffs which encompassed her waterfall, marvelling
at the beauty of the environment around her. The drop was monstrous. Sharp black rocks
greeted the falling water underneath; evidently erosion was a fiction.
But she knew science. She had studied the laws of physics.
She knew the laws of gravity instinctively.
She stepped off the edge of the fall.
She smiled, but she was not surprised when she discovered that she was standing in thin air.
She took another step. And another.
Scents of pine needles and maple and herbs drifted to her nose and she inhaled them
deliciously, closing her eyes and grinning like a small child.
Then her eyelids fluttered open, and suddenly, she was falling.
She screamed, feeling her heart drop and tremble, until she had no more breath and choked
as she inhaled the thick black smoke which curled and twisted and became intwined with her
veins.
She landed finally, but it seemed her world had changed. The beautiful blue sky that had
just moments ago existed in front of her eyes had vanished. Only the heavy black fumes
loomed in front of her. The earth was red and barren, cracked with drought.
She winced, remembering the crunch of her head meeting the ground, and turned her head to
the side and vomited. She put two fingers into her mouth to touch her lower gum, and when
she withdrew them she saw that they were covered in blood.
Pain coursed through her body like shocks of electricity and she screamed again. Her call
was so raucous, so inhuman that she scarcely recognized it as her own. 'Oh God.' She
prayed silently, tears streaming down her dirt-streaked face.
//He wont help you.\\ Came a voice. She looked around to see where it came from but there
was no one there. With a shock she realized it came from her head. Whoever was talking
to her was sending his thoughts directly to her mind.
//He doesn't hear the prayers of damned creatures. He can't help those who are in Hell.\\
The voice continued.
//Who *are* you?\\ She asked in her mind.
//Your demon.\\
//I don't have a demon.\\ She thought in annoyance.
//Everyone has a demon. You especially.\\
//Why am I in Hell?\\
//Ah. Lucifer himself sent for you. It was he who sent me here. We have great plans for
you.\\
She narrowed her eyes. //Where are you?\\
//Nowhere. I have no body. I take no form.\\
She thought for a moment. //That place I was in before I came here. What was it?\\
//Not heaven. Simply a world your mind created for yourself while you were nowhere.\\
//Nowhere?\\
//You weren't supposed to die, so your spirit was nowhere. It was not expected in Heaven or
Hell so it wasn't sent to either place. So it invented a world for your eyes. The Angels
would have found you and taken you in, but we got to you first.\\
//What will you do with me?\\
//They will insert me into your body without the blood ritual. We will return you to Earth
as a creature of the night.\\
She felt her anger rising. //So I'll be a vampire?\\ It was a shame that thoughts couldn't
be shouted.
//Don't fret over your soul, dear. Lucifer has already eaten it.\\
Her eyes grew wide in disbelief. //What do you want me to do?\\
//You will be the first vampire in history with no sire, except the original, of course.
Pure blood will flow through your veins. You will have the power of a goddess. No stake
will kill you.\\
//Why?\\
//We are planning war.\\
//Against who?\\
//Against heaven.\\ She felt it leave.
She didn't speak. Somehow, she didn't care. It sounded fine to her. She would be going
home, stronger than before. What's not to like about that? She grinned.
She saw the lava coming.
She sighed in vexation as the red-hot liquid oozed closer and closer, surrounding her,
finally burying her in a world of complete blackness.
* * *
"Ah. Bonjour Monseigneur. J'ai recu des nouvelles importantes recemment.. T'as deja les
entendus, je crois." (Good day, my Lord. I've just received the important news.. you
already know of them, I believe.) So spoke a blond man, sitting down at a table at the
Bronze. He had the appearance of a 30 year-old business man, for he wore a blue shirt
and tie, and carried a black briefcase.
The man to whom he spoke gave him a grim smile. He looked young, perhaps in his
mid-twenties, and his appearance was soft, lenient. His looks were not particular in any
way, he was, in fact, rather plain looking, but his air was that of one of great importance
and power. His hair was a golden-brown, and his eyes were-- a whole spectrum of colours,
a purple-blue flecked with gold and orange and green. If you looked into them, you could
drown in them, drown in his world and his history.
For he had witnessed the world's creation and would be present for its demise.
"Michel." (Michael.) He said, shaking the older man's hand. "Oui, j'ai entendu les
nouvelles au sujet de l'Une qui est Choisis." (Yes, I've heard the news about the Chosen
One.) He shook his head sadly. "Ils travaillent vite." (They work fast.)
They spoke in French, lest anyone hear their conversation and ask questions.
"Oui, et il faut qu'on travaille plus vite encore. Qu'est-ce qu'on va faire, Dylan?" (Yes,
but we must work faster yet. What are we going to do, Dylan?) Said Michael. He was
worried. The girl was of great importance to the balance of the Earth.
"Il faut la trouver avant elle peut causer des dommages. Elle peut etre persuade a joigner
notre cote, si on l'attrape au debut. Vous devez comprendre qu'elle est la cle. La cote
qui la possesse a la cle a la victoire." (We must find her before she causes any damage.
She can be persuaded to join our side if we catch her early. You must understand that she
is the Key. Whichever side she choses will have the Key to Victory.) Dylan replied.
Michael smiled weakly. "Donc tu veux qu'on la trouve, mais ne pas la tue?" (So you want
us to find her, but not kill her?)
"Precisement." (Precisely.) Dylan got up. "Je pense qu'on est fini pour maintenant. S'il
y a les problemes, m'appelez immediatement." (I think we are done for now. If there are
any problems, call me immediately.)
"Oui, Monseigneur." (Yes, my Lord.)
* * *
When she woke her surroundings were still black. She felt around her, realizing that she
was in a coffin. At first, she began to panic, knowing that the coffin would be air-tight.
Then she remembered that she didn't need to breathe.
With a kick the top of the coffin splintered and she pulled herself up and out, clawing
through the graveyard dirt. In relief she found that she was fully clothed, in her best
dress-- a semi-formal white gown that reached her ankles.
She smiled at the stars. She could feel her power. Her senses were extraordinary. She
could hear the ants scurrying in the dirt 50 feet away.
She couldn't wait for her first kill. Some pathetic human to test her powers on.
She walked towards the Bronze and on the way, she saw a tall, muscular young man waiting at
the bus stop. She tapped his shoulder and chuckled inwardly as he fell off-balance with her
touch. She wanted to test it some more, to see if she could control it.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, clapping her hand to her mouth.
"Er.. No problem." He said. "I'm Dave." He held out his hand.
"Buffy." She smiled, shaking it, pleased that her grip seemed normal when she willed it to
be so.
"Hi." Dave said. "I've seen you around before. Do you go to Sunnydale University?"
"I did. Then I kinda dropped out after my mom died. I had to take care of my sister and
everything."
"Oh. Well I'm sorry. Um.." He was nervous. This girl was so beautiful, so mysterious,
er.. why did she have dirt in her hair? "So, uh, Buffy--"
He didn't get a chance to finish. She punched him lighty in the stomach and he went flying
into the brick wall behind him, making a hole and falling into the building. She reached
in and pulled him out by his hair.
"You were gonna make a move, weren't ya? You though, oh, it's so sad, this girl's mother
died, I better comfort her, didn't ya?" She laughed, vamping out.
He screamed in horror, seeing her demonic face.
"No one's gonna hear you. Even if they did, no one would care. How can you expect them to
care? That would be selfish." She bit into his neck as he cried.
His warm, sticky lifeblood was delicious. She felt him fall limp beneath her but she
continued to feed off of his lifeless body, revelling in his sweetness, his innocence.
When she was satisfied she let him drop to the cement ground.
She looked down at her hands, covered in mortal blood, and grinned.
* * *
Spike was bloody tired of this town! The Slayer was dead, for goodness sakes! Why was he
still here? Nibblet was gone too. She had simply ceased to exist.
He scowled. Dru was right. He was getting soft. What was the point of being all good?
Everyone he loved was gone. Everyone he was good for. All that was left was the Scooby
Gang, and they still hated him.
Those idiots! What was wrong with them? Hadn't he proved himself enough? Hadn't he saved
their lives countless times? He had kept his promise to Buffy to look after Dawn. It
wasn't his fault the monks decided that she was no longer needed!
His chip had been removed. He could kill now. He smiled at the thought of fresh blood.
God, he hadn't fed off real humans for two years.
He strolled out of the cemetery and down the street. At a bus stop he spotted a petite
blond vampire feeding off a college student.
He smiled. That was the way things were supposed to be. Vampires were bad. They fed off
humans. The Slayer tried to kill vampires. No good vampires, no bad Slayers, no Slayers
falling in love with vampires, no vampires falling in love with Slayers.
Simple black and white lines.
"Hello, cutie." He said in his sexiest voice to the blonde as she dropped the boy's body.
He wondered who she was. New master vamp in town? He hoped so.
She turned around, and his eyes went wide.
"Buffy?" He breathed in disbelief.
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! I'll only continue if people are liking it..