TITLE: Hell Unleashed
AUTHOR: Drusilla
RATING: R
PAIRING: Buffy/Spike -ish
SPOILERS: up to The Gift in BtVS, Redefinition in Angel
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!
AN: In my version, "Epiphany" never happened, although "Redefinition" did. Angel lost
his soul with Darla, so now the three of them are together in LA.
AN2: To Buffysummersslayer: Sorry, no Angel.. Angelus instead! How's that?
Hell Unleashed- Chapter 2
-------------------------------------
Buffy smiled at the glorious sun, putting a hand over her brow to shadow her eyes. She
giggled a little, thinking how the Devil sure knew how to please a girl.
She twirled around, dancing, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the light.
It was strange. They didn't adjust.
Perhaps because they were dead.
She sighed and went back to Spike.
* * *
"Hi Anya," Willow smiled as she stepped into the magic shop. "Where's Giles?"
"He's in the back. Like always. Studying a book." Anya smiled brightly. "He's ever so
boring."
"Willow?" Giles came out to the front desk. "I need your help. It's very important."
He looked tired. His spectacles sat on his nose in a crooked position and his hair was
very ruffled.
"Giles? What's wrong? You look awful!" Exclaimed Willow.
"Yes, well thank you." He said, slightly peeved. "Yesterday a man came to my house. He
was definitely not human, so naturally I thought he was a vampire. I opened the door and
put a stake to his chest. He said he was sent by higher powers to guide me."
Willow bit her lip. "Where is he now?"
"I sent him away." Giles said, shamefacedly. At Willow's look he went on the defensive.
"He had a really bad attitude!"
"What else did he say?"
"He told me to look at page 562 of my book." He said, handing Willow the tome he was
speaking of.
"And what's on that page?" She asked, flipping through to 562.
"A prophecy."
"Hmm. Here." She said triumphantly as she found the article. "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." She glanced at Giles expectantly. "Do you know what it means?"
"That's why I needed your help. I've got pieces. Maybe you've got the others?" Giles
asked hopefully. "I know they are talking about Buffy. I think it means she'll be
resurrected."
Willow shook her head. "This isn't good. Inferno is Hell. She'll go to Hell and she'll
come back as the Princess of Darkness."
"What's the Princess of Darkness?"
Willow gulped. "Well Satan is the Prince of Darkness.. so.."
Giles' eyes grew wide. "Dear God."
* * *
Angelus was bored. Drusilla was talking to her dolls, and Darla was gone to god knows where
with Lindsey. The boy bothered him. It was clear he was in love with Darla, the idiot.
Suddenly Drusilla looked up and smiled wickedly. "There's a stranger in the house. She's
*very* wicked." She rolled her eyes and swayed.
"Who's in the house?" Angelus asked suspiciously. "An enemy?"
Drusilla laughed hysterically, pulling at her dark hair. She licked her blood-red lips
seductively. "She wants us to play. She says Princess is back."
"Where is She? Who's Princess?" Angelus frowned.
"She's not here yet. Shh.. She's coming. She's coming." She shifted her eyes in a feline
fashion. "The Slayer. Princess is the Slayer. She's one of us." Dru said happily,
clapping her hands in excitement like a young child.
"Buffy? Buffy's a vampire? Interesting." He mused.
Suddenly there was a ball of flames and Angelus had to pull Drusilla out of the way to
avoid her being burned. To his surprise, nothing was even singed when the fire died,
revealing a dark-haired woman in a dark business suit.
Angelus growled. He put his game face on.
The woman laughed. She looked about 25, and she was extremely beautiful. "You don't want
to fight me, Angelus. Not now, not like this. You don't even know who I am."
"All right then. Who are you?" He scowled.
"My name's Kalika." She smiled, flashing two rows of perfect white teeth. She held out her
hand. "And you, I assume, are Angelus."
He didn't take her hand. "You're right. I am Angelus. Now tell me what you are and why
you're here and I promise I won't kill you."
Her eyes flashed. "Bit cocky, aren't we? I don't believe you can kill me. You see, I'm
here to ask for your help. And- I'm a devil." She smiled at him.
He frowned. "You're the Devil? Isn't he male?"
Drusilla spoke. "Shh.. Silly Daddy. She's not THE devil, she's A devil. She's come to
give us an army."
"Yes. We are going to give you a small army to help you, but first, has anyone contacted
you yet? Any strange men or women sort of like me, but not?"
"No." Angelus was confused.
"She means the Doves." Drusilla whispered.
Kalika smiled. "That's good. They will be looking for you. They will try to kill you,
so you must look out. I would advise your group to return to the Hellmouth.
"Once you arrive I will contact you. We have arranged a living area for you, and there,
more vampires we've recruited will join you. They will serve you. In the mean time you
must stay hidden and not attract any attention whatsoever.
"Also, we have given you, Drusilla, and Darla gifts. You will no longer burn in sunlight
which means you will start travelling right away. Also, we have given each of you
extraordinary powers.
"Remember that you are not invincible so if these, Doves, as she calls them," Kalika
motioned to Dru, "Find you, do not stay to fight. Run."
"What? You can't just come here and tell us what to do! We don't even know what's going
on!" Angelus was furious.
"What's going on is there will be war. Against Heaven and Hell, and it will take place
at the Hellmouth. In Sunnydale. We need everyone we can get. If Heaven wins, we become
extinct. That includes vampires."
There was another ball of fire and she left.
* * *
Glory was disgusted.
She was feeling claustrophobic.
Everything was dark. She felt around. 'Oh great,' She thought. 'Coffins.' She elbowed
the side and the stone collapsed.
'Good.' She shifted out the side into the dirt. 'I'm gonna kill someone!' She thought
in a singsong voice. 'Someone's gonna pay for ruining my new dress and shoes. They're
Versace, for goodness sakes!'
She groaned as she clawed through the dark soil.
She was out! She dragged herself out of her grave and shook of the dirt. 'Eww...'
Oh yes, someone was *definitely* gonna pay for this.
"Wait a minute." She said outloud. "I'm alive! I'm not dead! I'm alive!"
She grinned.
"Hey you!" She called to a boy who was staring at her. "What are you looking at? Huh?"
"Uh.. nothing." He froze, eyes the size of lightbulbs. He wanted desperately to run but
somehow his legs were stuck in one place.
"Didn't anyone teach you any manners? Number one, no staring at people when they climb
out of their graves. Number two, *look* at people when you're speaking to them!" She
grabbed the boy by the chin.
The boy looked at her, blinking several times and shaking in fear.
"Now." Glory said, very calmly. "You are going to tell me, what day, month and year it is.
Okay? You're gonna be a good little boy and tell me the date."
"It's.. it's.. uh.. July 19th, ma'am.. 2001." He stammered.
"Huh." She said. "Wow. I've been dead for more than a month. Haha!" She studied the
boy's features. "Hmm.. you look like a good meal. What do you say, huh?"
The boy looked frantically around at the people on the street.
Glory laughed. "They won't help you. I'll just kill them. Don't worry. I won't kill you.
You get to live. How's that?" She asked giddily.
He nodded his head quickly.
She smiled. And plunged her fingers into his head.
* * *
Spike woke at midday, noticing a blond vampire beside him. 'Well that was normal.' He
thought. What confused him was that they were both fully clothed.
And then he remembered last night.
Buffy.
God, he wanted her so badly. Not just physically. He wanted her love.
It made him sad. She might be a vampire now but she was still the same. Untouchable.
What was wrong with these bleedin' women? They all wanted to change him. His love was
never enough.
No one ever saw the real him. He was always out of the loop. The third wheel. His whole
life and unlife- all the same.
First was Cecily. The bitch didn't respect him for what he was. And then Dru. God, the
memories of Dru still pained him. They said vampires couldn't love. Well then what would
they call that, huh? He had spent a century with her, with no other. He was faithful. He
gave her her heart's desire. He put up with her madness. If that wasn't love, what was it?
Even so, she left him.
And Buffy. Sometimes he wanted to beat her to pulp, torture her into lunacy, for what she
did to him. Why was she such a bitch? He tried to do everything for her. It's the
thought that counts, isn't what they say?
Dru had wanted Spike to be bad, so he was bad. He had loved her, even if he was just a
fill-in for Angelus.
Buffy wanted him to be good, so he was good. And he had loved her too, only to insulted
and beaten and tortured every fucking day.
And the new Buffy. She would want the bad Spike, wouldn't she? 'I'll bloody well give her
bad.' He spat.
He knew he would. He would do anything she told him to. She had him wrapped around her
little finger and he couldn't pull away.
She held him so utterly and completely, but she would never belong to him.
She would make him say that he loved her, that he belonged to her, that he would never love
another. And he would say it, and she would smile, and hold him, but she would never
consider saying those words back.
She would leave the next day, never calling, never writing, and he would believe that he
would never see her again. And then, one day, she would come back, opening the wound in his
heart because she needed someone to hold. And he would *still* love her.
He knew this. It was completely her.
Sometimes he hated love.
Once she had asked him whether he did those good deeds out of the goodness of his heart or
to impress her.
It was to win her. Everything he did was to win her.
He was a vampire.
There was no goodness in his heart.
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
PLEASE REVIEW! Let me know what you think, and any ideas, suggestions...
AUTHOR: Drusilla
RATING: R
PAIRING: Buffy/Spike -ish
SPOILERS: up to The Gift in BtVS, Redefinition in Angel
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!
AN: In my version, "Epiphany" never happened, although "Redefinition" did. Angel lost
his soul with Darla, so now the three of them are together in LA.
AN2: To Buffysummersslayer: Sorry, no Angel.. Angelus instead! How's that?
Hell Unleashed- Chapter 2
-------------------------------------
Buffy smiled at the glorious sun, putting a hand over her brow to shadow her eyes. She
giggled a little, thinking how the Devil sure knew how to please a girl.
She twirled around, dancing, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the light.
It was strange. They didn't adjust.
Perhaps because they were dead.
She sighed and went back to Spike.
* * *
"Hi Anya," Willow smiled as she stepped into the magic shop. "Where's Giles?"
"He's in the back. Like always. Studying a book." Anya smiled brightly. "He's ever so
boring."
"Willow?" Giles came out to the front desk. "I need your help. It's very important."
He looked tired. His spectacles sat on his nose in a crooked position and his hair was
very ruffled.
"Giles? What's wrong? You look awful!" Exclaimed Willow.
"Yes, well thank you." He said, slightly peeved. "Yesterday a man came to my house. He
was definitely not human, so naturally I thought he was a vampire. I opened the door and
put a stake to his chest. He said he was sent by higher powers to guide me."
Willow bit her lip. "Where is he now?"
"I sent him away." Giles said, shamefacedly. At Willow's look he went on the defensive.
"He had a really bad attitude!"
"What else did he say?"
"He told me to look at page 562 of my book." He said, handing Willow the tome he was
speaking of.
"And what's on that page?" She asked, flipping through to 562.
"A prophecy."
"Hmm. Here." She said triumphantly as she found the article. "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." She glanced at Giles expectantly. "Do you know what it means?"
"That's why I needed your help. I've got pieces. Maybe you've got the others?" Giles
asked hopefully. "I know they are talking about Buffy. I think it means she'll be
resurrected."
Willow shook her head. "This isn't good. Inferno is Hell. She'll go to Hell and she'll
come back as the Princess of Darkness."
"What's the Princess of Darkness?"
Willow gulped. "Well Satan is the Prince of Darkness.. so.."
Giles' eyes grew wide. "Dear God."
* * *
Angelus was bored. Drusilla was talking to her dolls, and Darla was gone to god knows where
with Lindsey. The boy bothered him. It was clear he was in love with Darla, the idiot.
Suddenly Drusilla looked up and smiled wickedly. "There's a stranger in the house. She's
*very* wicked." She rolled her eyes and swayed.
"Who's in the house?" Angelus asked suspiciously. "An enemy?"
Drusilla laughed hysterically, pulling at her dark hair. She licked her blood-red lips
seductively. "She wants us to play. She says Princess is back."
"Where is She? Who's Princess?" Angelus frowned.
"She's not here yet. Shh.. She's coming. She's coming." She shifted her eyes in a feline
fashion. "The Slayer. Princess is the Slayer. She's one of us." Dru said happily,
clapping her hands in excitement like a young child.
"Buffy? Buffy's a vampire? Interesting." He mused.
Suddenly there was a ball of flames and Angelus had to pull Drusilla out of the way to
avoid her being burned. To his surprise, nothing was even singed when the fire died,
revealing a dark-haired woman in a dark business suit.
Angelus growled. He put his game face on.
The woman laughed. She looked about 25, and she was extremely beautiful. "You don't want
to fight me, Angelus. Not now, not like this. You don't even know who I am."
"All right then. Who are you?" He scowled.
"My name's Kalika." She smiled, flashing two rows of perfect white teeth. She held out her
hand. "And you, I assume, are Angelus."
He didn't take her hand. "You're right. I am Angelus. Now tell me what you are and why
you're here and I promise I won't kill you."
Her eyes flashed. "Bit cocky, aren't we? I don't believe you can kill me. You see, I'm
here to ask for your help. And- I'm a devil." She smiled at him.
He frowned. "You're the Devil? Isn't he male?"
Drusilla spoke. "Shh.. Silly Daddy. She's not THE devil, she's A devil. She's come to
give us an army."
"Yes. We are going to give you a small army to help you, but first, has anyone contacted
you yet? Any strange men or women sort of like me, but not?"
"No." Angelus was confused.
"She means the Doves." Drusilla whispered.
Kalika smiled. "That's good. They will be looking for you. They will try to kill you,
so you must look out. I would advise your group to return to the Hellmouth.
"Once you arrive I will contact you. We have arranged a living area for you, and there,
more vampires we've recruited will join you. They will serve you. In the mean time you
must stay hidden and not attract any attention whatsoever.
"Also, we have given you, Drusilla, and Darla gifts. You will no longer burn in sunlight
which means you will start travelling right away. Also, we have given each of you
extraordinary powers.
"Remember that you are not invincible so if these, Doves, as she calls them," Kalika
motioned to Dru, "Find you, do not stay to fight. Run."
"What? You can't just come here and tell us what to do! We don't even know what's going
on!" Angelus was furious.
"What's going on is there will be war. Against Heaven and Hell, and it will take place
at the Hellmouth. In Sunnydale. We need everyone we can get. If Heaven wins, we become
extinct. That includes vampires."
There was another ball of fire and she left.
* * *
Glory was disgusted.
She was feeling claustrophobic.
Everything was dark. She felt around. 'Oh great,' She thought. 'Coffins.' She elbowed
the side and the stone collapsed.
'Good.' She shifted out the side into the dirt. 'I'm gonna kill someone!' She thought
in a singsong voice. 'Someone's gonna pay for ruining my new dress and shoes. They're
Versace, for goodness sakes!'
She groaned as she clawed through the dark soil.
She was out! She dragged herself out of her grave and shook of the dirt. 'Eww...'
Oh yes, someone was *definitely* gonna pay for this.
"Wait a minute." She said outloud. "I'm alive! I'm not dead! I'm alive!"
She grinned.
"Hey you!" She called to a boy who was staring at her. "What are you looking at? Huh?"
"Uh.. nothing." He froze, eyes the size of lightbulbs. He wanted desperately to run but
somehow his legs were stuck in one place.
"Didn't anyone teach you any manners? Number one, no staring at people when they climb
out of their graves. Number two, *look* at people when you're speaking to them!" She
grabbed the boy by the chin.
The boy looked at her, blinking several times and shaking in fear.
"Now." Glory said, very calmly. "You are going to tell me, what day, month and year it is.
Okay? You're gonna be a good little boy and tell me the date."
"It's.. it's.. uh.. July 19th, ma'am.. 2001." He stammered.
"Huh." She said. "Wow. I've been dead for more than a month. Haha!" She studied the
boy's features. "Hmm.. you look like a good meal. What do you say, huh?"
The boy looked frantically around at the people on the street.
Glory laughed. "They won't help you. I'll just kill them. Don't worry. I won't kill you.
You get to live. How's that?" She asked giddily.
He nodded his head quickly.
She smiled. And plunged her fingers into his head.
* * *
Spike woke at midday, noticing a blond vampire beside him. 'Well that was normal.' He
thought. What confused him was that they were both fully clothed.
And then he remembered last night.
Buffy.
God, he wanted her so badly. Not just physically. He wanted her love.
It made him sad. She might be a vampire now but she was still the same. Untouchable.
What was wrong with these bleedin' women? They all wanted to change him. His love was
never enough.
No one ever saw the real him. He was always out of the loop. The third wheel. His whole
life and unlife- all the same.
First was Cecily. The bitch didn't respect him for what he was. And then Dru. God, the
memories of Dru still pained him. They said vampires couldn't love. Well then what would
they call that, huh? He had spent a century with her, with no other. He was faithful. He
gave her her heart's desire. He put up with her madness. If that wasn't love, what was it?
Even so, she left him.
And Buffy. Sometimes he wanted to beat her to pulp, torture her into lunacy, for what she
did to him. Why was she such a bitch? He tried to do everything for her. It's the
thought that counts, isn't what they say?
Dru had wanted Spike to be bad, so he was bad. He had loved her, even if he was just a
fill-in for Angelus.
Buffy wanted him to be good, so he was good. And he had loved her too, only to insulted
and beaten and tortured every fucking day.
And the new Buffy. She would want the bad Spike, wouldn't she? 'I'll bloody well give her
bad.' He spat.
He knew he would. He would do anything she told him to. She had him wrapped around her
little finger and he couldn't pull away.
She held him so utterly and completely, but she would never belong to him.
She would make him say that he loved her, that he belonged to her, that he would never love
another. And he would say it, and she would smile, and hold him, but she would never
consider saying those words back.
She would leave the next day, never calling, never writing, and he would believe that he
would never see her again. And then, one day, she would come back, opening the wound in his
heart because she needed someone to hold. And he would *still* love her.
He knew this. It was completely her.
Sometimes he hated love.
Once she had asked him whether he did those good deeds out of the goodness of his heart or
to impress her.
It was to win her. Everything he did was to win her.
He was a vampire.
There was no goodness in his heart.
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
PLEASE REVIEW! Let me know what you think, and any ideas, suggestions...