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!
Hell Unleashed- Chapter 1
--------------------------
"Buffy?? Buffy!" He stared for a moment at her petite figure, eyes running over her hair
and her face to her ankles and feet. It was her. He started gallopping over to her.
She smiled wickedly, teeth dripping with the blood of her first kill, first human tasted.
She stood there, arms crossed, cocking her head to one side. "Spike." She grinned.
"Missed your Slayer, have you?" She licked her teeth and he envied the boy, even if he
was drained and dead, because he had felt her teeth in his neck.
He was too happy for words. He pulled her slim body into a tight embrace, pressing her
against his chest so hard that were she human, she would have suffocated. He never wanted
to let her go, his beloved Princess, in fear that should he ever lose sight of her, she
would disappear into the depths of nothingness once more.
He panted for unneeded breath as she pulled away. "Oh God, Buffy, I've missed you. Are you
a vampire? How?" He was completely dazed. He blinked a few times and shook himself like
a wet dog, convinced that he was dreaming.
She chuckled. "Yes." She said, spreading her hands. "Well wouldn't you know? I'm one of
you now." She poked his nose playfully as she said this. "How? It's kind of a long
story. One moment I was in this weird world, floating in air, and the next I was sucked
into Hell. My demon was inserted into my body, or something like that. They're planning
something." She shrugged, still laughing. "What about you, William the Bloody? How's the
old chip?"
He didn't understand what she was saying but he nodded vigorously anyways. Just being with
her was so exhilerating. "It's out." He said gleefully. God, he just wanted to jump for
joy. Buffy was back! And she was bad!
She smiled, nodding in satisfaction. She put a hand to his chest, running her fingers over
the hard, tight muscles of his lean but compact body.
He leaned forward and kissed her. When he felt her kissing him back with the same ferocity,
he grinned and pulled her face closer, his hands caressing her flushed cheek. He slipped
his cold tongue between her teeth and tasted her victim's blood, exploring the cavities
and knots of her mouth.
To his amazement, it was he who pulled away first. The taste of the boy's blood had
re-awakened his bloodthirst and he licked his lips in anticipation of his first kill since
the chip.
"What do you say we go somewhere on a little spree, pick ourselves some ripe humans to eat?"
He asked seductively, running his hands through her golden honey hair like he had always
wanted to, the way he did in his dreams.
She grinned evilly, taking his pale hand into hers, and they walked towards the Bronze.
* * *
Giles was flipping through the new volume of New World prophecies when he heard a knock at
his door. He looked at his watch. It was already two in the morning. He set down his
glasses and walked towards the door, not liking the feeling he was getting. "Is that you
Willow?" He called, receiving no answer.
The knocking continued.
Giles looked into the spyhole of his door, and seeing a young man dressed in a business
suit and tie, picked up a stake and opened the door a crack.
"Who are you and what do you want?" He growled, pressing the wooden weapon's point to the
man's chest.
The man raised his eyebrows in annoyance. "My name is Peter. I was sent here by higher
forces to guide you." He rolled his eyes at the stake at his chest. "That stake won't
kill me." He scoffed.
"Wanna bet?" Giles asked menacingly. He didn't trust this man with an attitude problem.
"Whatever. You can threaten me all you like, but if you want this world to still exist in
three months, you'd do well consult page 562 of that book. Good day." And he left,
shaking his head and straightening his tie.
Giles looked after him, eyes narrowed. He took the book he had been skimming through and
flipped to the page the man had indicated. There was a picture of a great phoenix being
reborn.
"She who Slayed, once the Princess of Light, shall fall into Inferno and when she arises,
she shall become the Princess of Darkness. The worlds will fall together and balance will
be lost, and the war of overworld and underwold will rage. Four doves will hide among the
land of mortals, one of these being the Prince of Light, as will four ravens, one of these
being the Prince of Darkness. Six shall perish. Should the Slayer's wisdom call upon the
creatures of Conflux, the bird of the sun will turn the Princess' eye inward so it looks
upon herself, and balance shall be restored." Giles read.
He was completey and utterly confused.
* * *
"My Lord, the message has been delivered." Said Peter, scowling.
"It didn't go well then?" Dylan asked, smiling.
"He was very uncooperative. He tried to kill me with a stake!" Peter chuckled. "He didn't
even believe me when I told him no stake would kill me."
Dylan chuckled too. "Nevermind. He'll see in time. He is very important."
Just then another man walked in. "My Lord! We have very bad news." The third man said
nervously.
Dylan looked at him, raising his eyebrow. "So she has made her first kill already?"
"Yes, my Lord. We weren't able to reach her in time. We would have captured her but she
is very strong now, so we decided to report to you first."
Dylan furrowed his brow. He was not one to worry, but he worried now. It was not every
day that the balance of Heaven and Hell was threatened. "What is wrong with Lucifer and
his bastards? He thinks he can win now that he has her." He rubbed his forhead with his
middle and index finger.
"My Lord, the Forces of Evil can never win over the Forces of Good--"
"But they can Thomas!" Dylan said, slamming his hand down onto the desk a little too hard,
cutting the table in two. "Everyone thinks that Good is right, and Evil is wrong, but the
truth is--" He sighed. "The truth is they are equivalent. Good is no better. Humans
mistake the word 'Good' as something normal, they don't understand that without one the
other is nothing. No one would want to live in a Good world, Thomas, they really wouldn't.
Just like they wouldn't want to live in a Bad world. And now the balance could be
destroyed."
Thomas was shocked. He said nothing.
* * *
Buffy giggled drunkenly as she pinned Spike to the door of his crypt. Spike was equally
wasted as he snorted and tried to kiss her, only to miss and kiss her nose instead.
"That boy.. ah, he was one innocent likkle boy." Buffy laughed. "Can you imagine that?
21 and still a mamma's boy." She snorted.
"Yeah." Said Spike absently. "Hmm.. his blood was nummy though."
"Yeah." She whispered, biting his ear playfully.
She pulled him into the building and onto the bed.
And she promptly fell asleep with loud snores.
* * *
"My Lady." Came a voice.
Buffy spun around to see a dashing young man with black hair and striking blue eyes. She
was in a dark room with red walls and the floor-- the floor was quite strange. When she
took a step she could feel it beneath her, and she could hear the click of it against her
shoe, and yet when her eyes looked at it, it appeared to be.. not there.
"Where am I?" She breathed.
The man smiled saucily. "This is a dream. Didn't you know that? This one just happens to
be one that I've sent you."
"Who are you?" She narrowed her eyes.
He offered his hand. "I call myself Lucifer."
Her eyes opened wide. "Oh! My Lord. I'm sorry." She continued stammering. "It's just-
well, I expected you to be, you know, more red.. and you know.. have horns."
He chuckled. "I look however I want. This is just the form a take on Earth. Why, do you
not like it?" His icy blue eyes twinkled. He was amused.
"No! I mean I like it! It's great!" She blushed. He was very attractive, in fact.
He cleared his throat. "I am here on business. We have devised the plan, and we have
decided to take action immediately. The Angelic Alliance has already been informed of you,
and they will be looking for you. They may try and kill you. Then again, they may try to
capture you and convert you. We are not sure yet."
She nodded.
"There are rebel Angels who have come to us, offering information. They are working on the
inside at the moment. There are five of them for now. They might be able to persuade
others.
"So far they have told us that three angels and the Archangel are currently on Earth,
looking for you."
"Archangel?"
"You know him as God."
Her mouth formed an 'O'.
"Your job is to kill all four angels."
Her eyes widened once more. "What??" She exclaimed in anger. "You want me to kill FOUR
ANGELS? INCLUDING GOD?" She thought for a moment. "Wait a minute. God is an angel?"
"Yes." Said Lucifer. "He is the Archangel. Like I am the Archdevil."
"Huh." She said, defiantly.
"You have to understand that the Church exaggerates much. God did not create the universe.
He was the original angel. He created life, but he cannot control it. He is powerful, yes,
but not invincible."
"Oh?" She asked sarcastically. Raising her eyebrow lazily.
"You must look for them. You must be very cunning. They are smart, virtually
indestructable. The only way to kill them is rip off their wings or burn them."
"They have wings?"
"Not in human form. Which is why you will have to burn them unless they reveal themselves,
which is higly unlikely, since the best plan of attack will be surprise. They can read
minds. Just like I. They can sense trickery and treachery."
"What about the rebel angels? Won't they be discovered?"
Lucifer smiled. "That is not my problem. They are only angels."
"How will I find them?"
"At the moment we don't know. But our spies should tell us soon. There are three devils
on Earth too, with me. That way our forces are fair, I should think." He smirked.
"What will He look like? Like the opposite of you?"
"God?" He scoffed. "No. He'll be very plain. The idiot will be careful to not attract
attention."
She pursed her lips, thinking.
"You must wake up now. I will visit you again soon, and others may too. Look outside. I
have a gift for you."
And he disappeared in a ball of flames.
* * *
She woke dizzily. She remembered her dream clearly. And she remembered her hangover.
She groaned.
She walked out of the crypt, looking warily at the morning sky.
She walked into the sunlight.
She smiled. She did not burn.
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
FEEDBACK PLEASE!
This story will only be continued if my "fans" want it to be!
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!
Hell Unleashed- Chapter 1
--------------------------
"Buffy?? Buffy!" He stared for a moment at her petite figure, eyes running over her hair
and her face to her ankles and feet. It was her. He started gallopping over to her.
She smiled wickedly, teeth dripping with the blood of her first kill, first human tasted.
She stood there, arms crossed, cocking her head to one side. "Spike." She grinned.
"Missed your Slayer, have you?" She licked her teeth and he envied the boy, even if he
was drained and dead, because he had felt her teeth in his neck.
He was too happy for words. He pulled her slim body into a tight embrace, pressing her
against his chest so hard that were she human, she would have suffocated. He never wanted
to let her go, his beloved Princess, in fear that should he ever lose sight of her, she
would disappear into the depths of nothingness once more.
He panted for unneeded breath as she pulled away. "Oh God, Buffy, I've missed you. Are you
a vampire? How?" He was completely dazed. He blinked a few times and shook himself like
a wet dog, convinced that he was dreaming.
She chuckled. "Yes." She said, spreading her hands. "Well wouldn't you know? I'm one of
you now." She poked his nose playfully as she said this. "How? It's kind of a long
story. One moment I was in this weird world, floating in air, and the next I was sucked
into Hell. My demon was inserted into my body, or something like that. They're planning
something." She shrugged, still laughing. "What about you, William the Bloody? How's the
old chip?"
He didn't understand what she was saying but he nodded vigorously anyways. Just being with
her was so exhilerating. "It's out." He said gleefully. God, he just wanted to jump for
joy. Buffy was back! And she was bad!
She smiled, nodding in satisfaction. She put a hand to his chest, running her fingers over
the hard, tight muscles of his lean but compact body.
He leaned forward and kissed her. When he felt her kissing him back with the same ferocity,
he grinned and pulled her face closer, his hands caressing her flushed cheek. He slipped
his cold tongue between her teeth and tasted her victim's blood, exploring the cavities
and knots of her mouth.
To his amazement, it was he who pulled away first. The taste of the boy's blood had
re-awakened his bloodthirst and he licked his lips in anticipation of his first kill since
the chip.
"What do you say we go somewhere on a little spree, pick ourselves some ripe humans to eat?"
He asked seductively, running his hands through her golden honey hair like he had always
wanted to, the way he did in his dreams.
She grinned evilly, taking his pale hand into hers, and they walked towards the Bronze.
* * *
Giles was flipping through the new volume of New World prophecies when he heard a knock at
his door. He looked at his watch. It was already two in the morning. He set down his
glasses and walked towards the door, not liking the feeling he was getting. "Is that you
Willow?" He called, receiving no answer.
The knocking continued.
Giles looked into the spyhole of his door, and seeing a young man dressed in a business
suit and tie, picked up a stake and opened the door a crack.
"Who are you and what do you want?" He growled, pressing the wooden weapon's point to the
man's chest.
The man raised his eyebrows in annoyance. "My name is Peter. I was sent here by higher
forces to guide you." He rolled his eyes at the stake at his chest. "That stake won't
kill me." He scoffed.
"Wanna bet?" Giles asked menacingly. He didn't trust this man with an attitude problem.
"Whatever. You can threaten me all you like, but if you want this world to still exist in
three months, you'd do well consult page 562 of that book. Good day." And he left,
shaking his head and straightening his tie.
Giles looked after him, eyes narrowed. He took the book he had been skimming through and
flipped to the page the man had indicated. There was a picture of a great phoenix being
reborn.
"She who Slayed, once the Princess of Light, shall fall into Inferno and when she arises,
she shall become the Princess of Darkness. The worlds will fall together and balance will
be lost, and the war of overworld and underwold will rage. Four doves will hide among the
land of mortals, one of these being the Prince of Light, as will four ravens, one of these
being the Prince of Darkness. Six shall perish. Should the Slayer's wisdom call upon the
creatures of Conflux, the bird of the sun will turn the Princess' eye inward so it looks
upon herself, and balance shall be restored." Giles read.
He was completey and utterly confused.
* * *
"My Lord, the message has been delivered." Said Peter, scowling.
"It didn't go well then?" Dylan asked, smiling.
"He was very uncooperative. He tried to kill me with a stake!" Peter chuckled. "He didn't
even believe me when I told him no stake would kill me."
Dylan chuckled too. "Nevermind. He'll see in time. He is very important."
Just then another man walked in. "My Lord! We have very bad news." The third man said
nervously.
Dylan looked at him, raising his eyebrow. "So she has made her first kill already?"
"Yes, my Lord. We weren't able to reach her in time. We would have captured her but she
is very strong now, so we decided to report to you first."
Dylan furrowed his brow. He was not one to worry, but he worried now. It was not every
day that the balance of Heaven and Hell was threatened. "What is wrong with Lucifer and
his bastards? He thinks he can win now that he has her." He rubbed his forhead with his
middle and index finger.
"My Lord, the Forces of Evil can never win over the Forces of Good--"
"But they can Thomas!" Dylan said, slamming his hand down onto the desk a little too hard,
cutting the table in two. "Everyone thinks that Good is right, and Evil is wrong, but the
truth is--" He sighed. "The truth is they are equivalent. Good is no better. Humans
mistake the word 'Good' as something normal, they don't understand that without one the
other is nothing. No one would want to live in a Good world, Thomas, they really wouldn't.
Just like they wouldn't want to live in a Bad world. And now the balance could be
destroyed."
Thomas was shocked. He said nothing.
* * *
Buffy giggled drunkenly as she pinned Spike to the door of his crypt. Spike was equally
wasted as he snorted and tried to kiss her, only to miss and kiss her nose instead.
"That boy.. ah, he was one innocent likkle boy." Buffy laughed. "Can you imagine that?
21 and still a mamma's boy." She snorted.
"Yeah." Said Spike absently. "Hmm.. his blood was nummy though."
"Yeah." She whispered, biting his ear playfully.
She pulled him into the building and onto the bed.
And she promptly fell asleep with loud snores.
* * *
"My Lady." Came a voice.
Buffy spun around to see a dashing young man with black hair and striking blue eyes. She
was in a dark room with red walls and the floor-- the floor was quite strange. When she
took a step she could feel it beneath her, and she could hear the click of it against her
shoe, and yet when her eyes looked at it, it appeared to be.. not there.
"Where am I?" She breathed.
The man smiled saucily. "This is a dream. Didn't you know that? This one just happens to
be one that I've sent you."
"Who are you?" She narrowed her eyes.
He offered his hand. "I call myself Lucifer."
Her eyes opened wide. "Oh! My Lord. I'm sorry." She continued stammering. "It's just-
well, I expected you to be, you know, more red.. and you know.. have horns."
He chuckled. "I look however I want. This is just the form a take on Earth. Why, do you
not like it?" His icy blue eyes twinkled. He was amused.
"No! I mean I like it! It's great!" She blushed. He was very attractive, in fact.
He cleared his throat. "I am here on business. We have devised the plan, and we have
decided to take action immediately. The Angelic Alliance has already been informed of you,
and they will be looking for you. They may try and kill you. Then again, they may try to
capture you and convert you. We are not sure yet."
She nodded.
"There are rebel Angels who have come to us, offering information. They are working on the
inside at the moment. There are five of them for now. They might be able to persuade
others.
"So far they have told us that three angels and the Archangel are currently on Earth,
looking for you."
"Archangel?"
"You know him as God."
Her mouth formed an 'O'.
"Your job is to kill all four angels."
Her eyes widened once more. "What??" She exclaimed in anger. "You want me to kill FOUR
ANGELS? INCLUDING GOD?" She thought for a moment. "Wait a minute. God is an angel?"
"Yes." Said Lucifer. "He is the Archangel. Like I am the Archdevil."
"Huh." She said, defiantly.
"You have to understand that the Church exaggerates much. God did not create the universe.
He was the original angel. He created life, but he cannot control it. He is powerful, yes,
but not invincible."
"Oh?" She asked sarcastically. Raising her eyebrow lazily.
"You must look for them. You must be very cunning. They are smart, virtually
indestructable. The only way to kill them is rip off their wings or burn them."
"They have wings?"
"Not in human form. Which is why you will have to burn them unless they reveal themselves,
which is higly unlikely, since the best plan of attack will be surprise. They can read
minds. Just like I. They can sense trickery and treachery."
"What about the rebel angels? Won't they be discovered?"
Lucifer smiled. "That is not my problem. They are only angels."
"How will I find them?"
"At the moment we don't know. But our spies should tell us soon. There are three devils
on Earth too, with me. That way our forces are fair, I should think." He smirked.
"What will He look like? Like the opposite of you?"
"God?" He scoffed. "No. He'll be very plain. The idiot will be careful to not attract
attention."
She pursed her lips, thinking.
"You must wake up now. I will visit you again soon, and others may too. Look outside. I
have a gift for you."
And he disappeared in a ball of flames.
* * *
She woke dizzily. She remembered her dream clearly. And she remembered her hangover.
She groaned.
She walked out of the crypt, looking warily at the morning sky.
She walked into the sunlight.
She smiled. She did not burn.
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
FEEDBACK PLEASE!
This story will only be continued if my "fans" want it to be!