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!
Hell Unleashed- Chapter 3
----------------------------
"Willow, calm down." Giles' mind was panicking himself but he couldn't let the others see
it. He held out a hand to steady the red-haired wiccan.
"Giles! How can you tell me to calm down? Buffy is coming back! She's going to be evil!"
Willow was furious. How could this happen? Her head was spinning and tears somehow found
their path down her flushed cheeks. She was nauseous. "Oh God. I have to sit down."
She swayed a little, her vision blurred by both queasiness and salty tears.
Giles pulled out a chair from behind a desk and sat Willow down on it. "Willow. There's
nothing we can do. But we must decipher the rest of the prophecy."
She nodded quickly, ashamed at her weakness. "Okay. Okay." She breathed deeply.
"Right. Four doves and four ravens. Do you understand that?" Giles asked.
"Light versus dark. Imagery." Willow said carefully, trying to remember something she'd
heard her literature teacher say about Shakespeare... "Contrast."
"Okay." Giles breathed. "Well the Devil, as you say, will be among the ravens, so I'm
thinking the ravens are representatives of Hell. Therefore, the doves are representatives
of Heaven."
Willow nodded, inhaling deeply.
"I don't understand the next part though, and something tells me it's the most important.
The Slayer's wisdom will call upon the creatures of Conflux. I've never heard of Conflux
before.."
"Neither have I. But I think the bird of the sun.. a phoenix maybe?"
Giles nodded. "Yes. That would make sense. There's a picture of a phoenix here." He
pointed to the illustration of the giant bird.
"So the phoenix will make everything right again?" Willow asked hopefully.
"Only if the Slayer's wisdom calls the creatures of Conflux, and I have no idea what that
means."
Willow bit her lip again. "Do we know what turning the Princess' eye inward means?"
Giles sighed. "No."
"Atleast it's a start." She was quiet for a moment. "Giles--" She didn't finish, because
she choked on the words and felt tears renewing themselves.
"Yes Willow?"
"If.. If we find Buffy again, this new.." She fought hard to pronounce the words. "Evil..
Buffy, what do we do? Do we kill her?"
Giles looked at her sympathetically. He knew the question was coming and he didn't know
how to deal with it himself. "No." He said quietly. "But not because she is our friend
anymore. Because she will be very powerful, especially if they say she is Princess of
Darkness. I don't want anyone to get hurt."
"Okay." She whispered, slightly relieved. She never wanted to see her best friend die
again, even if it was the evil, soul-less Buffy. It was too painful.
"I'll call Xander and tell him about what we've discovered."
"Yeah. Okay." Willow left the store, covering her face with her hands. It was impossible,
but secretly, she would give anything to see Buffy alive- even undead.
She was ashamed of her selfishness.
* * *
"Peter." Dylan said. His tone was one of annoyance. "Peter, I've hear that several angels
are.. engaging in.. extracurricular activities." He sat in his office behind a new desk.
Peter sighed. "Yes. It's horrendous, really. It's rather hard to believe that fellow
angels would do such a thing."
Dylan nodded sadly. "How much damage have they done?"
"Lucifer already knows of our location and situation. And.." Peter gulped. The news was
very disturbing. "They've killed seven good angels already, ones that refused to join them.
Yesterday Lawrence was found bleeding under a cliff. His wings were brutally torn off. The
whole area was painted in his silver blood." He whispered, shuddering at the thought. "He
died only a few seconds after they found him. His wings were found at the top of the cliff,
the feathers strewn everywhere."
"Are we sure it was the rebel angels?"
"No. We have no proof. But there are other cases. Amanda had her throat slit."
Dylan closed his eyes. There was no doubt, then. Only fellow angels could kill their kind
by means other than fire or clipping of the wings. "We will have to move to another office.
We must be even more careful than before. Knowing Lucifer, he will have sent four devils
including himself down here, just to even the score."
"My Lord, what do you propose we do about the angels though?" Peter asked worriedly. He
had never seen his master so sad.
"Capture them and execute them."
* * *
Darla was poking through files in Lindsey's apartment. He had gone to buy her dinner, the
fool. She didn't want human food, but the stupid fool had insisted they share some time
together.
She laughed. He thought they were on a date.
She dearly hoped he wasn't in love with her. He pretended to be tough, to be bad, but in
reality, he was as naive as a baby. He was only human, after all.
The sun wasn't down yet but she wanted to leave before he came home, or else he would want
her to stay, and she would have to hurt him. Something that she didn't want to do, for
some inexplicable reason.
She was taken to the boy.
She reached out and put her hand into the sliver of sunlight which peeked out from between
the curtains of his window. She enjoyed pain. She did this often, just to feel it burning
her skin, just to feel her demon fighting her within.
But this time, nothing happened.
Her head shot up in horror. Oh God, she thought desperately. She was scared that she was
human again.
She listened for her heartbeat and she heard none. Then she realized that were she human,
she wouldn't be able to hear it. Her mind raced.
Clutching her head in terror she ran to Lindsey's bathroom and collapsed in relief as she
saw no reflexion in his mirror.
After a minute she got up again and opened the curtains, letting the golden rays of the sun
hit her face. Suddenly she began laughing, thinking of how this was a great opportunity.
She grabbed a duffel bag from Lindsey's closet and began to pack away all her clothes and
accessories. There wasn't much.
Darla smiled as she swung the bag over her shoulder and unlocked the door and stepped out
into the hall like a runaway child, giggling.
She had to find Angelus.
* * *
"My Lord?" Thomas poked his head into the room. "Mr. Quentin Travers would like to speak
with you."
"Ah yes," said Dylan. "We have an appointment."
"Should I let him in then?"
Dylan nodded, and Mr. Travers came in. He was resolved sort of man, one who knew his job
might be dirty but did it anyways, because it was his purpose.
"Lord Ambrosius," He said, bowing, not entirely sure how to address the Archangel.
Dylan made a face. "Ack. Just call me Dylan. Ambrosius is all too revealing, you know?"
Mr. Travers did not know and gave a confused look.
"Ambrosius, in Roman, means Prince of Light."
"Ah." Said the head of the Watcher's Council.
Dylan gave him a kind smile. "The reason you are here today is we need to know the
situation of the current Chosen One."
He blanched. The current Slayer was quite an embarrassment. "Faith, the only active
Slayer, is in jail at the moment." He said meekly.
The other man nodded, sighing. "You must understand that at these times we are in need of
a Slayer. I'm not just talking about your regular apocalypse here, you know. Not an
apocalypse of Earth. I'm saying that either Heaven or Hell will be destroyed."
Travers was shaking.
"That means, Quentin, that you will either have to get her out of prison or destroy her.
Do you understand? And it has to be done by tomorrow."
"Yes.. Dylan." He said awkwardly. He shifted in his seat.
* * *
When Buffy woke again, it was nearly dark. She reached out for Spike, her hands swimming
over his red, silken sheets like a fish squirming in an ocean of warm blood.
She was disappointed when she realized he was not there. Sighing, she sat up and swung
her still-golden legs over the side of his bed. She was still dressed in the white gown
and she scowled, because it reminded her of her pathetic human life. She needed new
clothes, she thought. She needed a new style that fit her new personality. Something
sexy and mysterious. Something over the edge.
She slipped on her shoes and ran her fingers through her honey-hued hair, trying to untangle
the knots. She noticed Spike sitting on the couch watching the television and walked over
to him in a sexy gait. "What are you doing?" She whispered into his ear seductively from
behind, letting her tresses fall over his head, tickling his face.
She expected him to make a lewd remark, but his face remained like stone.
She looked at him quizzically but he said nothing and continued to watch some cooking show,
failing to acknowledge her presence. He wasn't going to let himself be lured into her trap.
She didn't really want *him*, he knew. She just wanted sex, and he happened to be the
only available man at the moment.
He stared straight ahead.
She was confused. Wasn't this what he wanted? To have her? She looked at him with
hurt eyes and made a puppy face. "What's wrong, Spike?" She said gently, touching his
face with her silky hands.
He fought with himself to regain control. God, this woman was an actress. She could get
her own show, he thought bitterly.
She walked over to the front of the couch and sat onto his lap. She put her fingers onto
his chest and kissed him hard.
At first he longed to kiss her back and he did, tasting her mouth tenderly with his tongue.
He stopped suddenly, disgusted with himself. This was exactly where she wanted him to be.
He shoved her off of him and she fell onto the floor in a heap. He spat the taste of her,
blood mixed with liquor, out onto the floor.
She looked and laughed. "Is that how you want to play?" She asked, sprawled out on the
cold gray stone floor. The strap of her dress had fallen off her shoulder leaving her neck
area bare. One look at her made him want to devour her right then and there.
She saw the look and laughed more. "Come on, Spike. This is what you want."
God, the temptation. "No." He said coldly, like cracked winter ice. "*This* is not what
I want."
She rolled her eyes. "What do you want then, Spike?" She shouted. "You want me to tell
you that I love you? You want me to tell you that I'll love you forever? That- That I'll
spend the rest of eternity by your side?" She gestured wildly, anger flashing in her
emerald eyes. "What if I don't?"
Her words hurt him but he refused to show it. "Then don't do this." He began to walk away.
"Spike, don't pretend you love me, because you *don't*." She said, her teeth clenched.
"You never understand, do you?" He shook his head sadly. "I'll always love you, Buffy, no
matter where you are what you do. I can't help it. I can't change it. I want you, yes,
but I don't want to be just your shagging partner. I don't just want it to be a one-night
deal." He looked away.
"Then understand that this is what I need, Spike. I'm a vampire now. I don't have a soul,
and I don't have a heart like you. This is all I can give you."
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
I NEED FEEDBACK!
Give me ideas, guys! please?
AN: In this last chapter I wrote:
Buffysummersslayer: no angel, angelus instead!
But really, I mixed up two of the reviews, and it wasn't Buffysummersslayer who wanted Angel
in it, it was Lisa. So sorry if it caused anybody any confusion! :)
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!
Hell Unleashed- Chapter 3
----------------------------
"Willow, calm down." Giles' mind was panicking himself but he couldn't let the others see
it. He held out a hand to steady the red-haired wiccan.
"Giles! How can you tell me to calm down? Buffy is coming back! She's going to be evil!"
Willow was furious. How could this happen? Her head was spinning and tears somehow found
their path down her flushed cheeks. She was nauseous. "Oh God. I have to sit down."
She swayed a little, her vision blurred by both queasiness and salty tears.
Giles pulled out a chair from behind a desk and sat Willow down on it. "Willow. There's
nothing we can do. But we must decipher the rest of the prophecy."
She nodded quickly, ashamed at her weakness. "Okay. Okay." She breathed deeply.
"Right. Four doves and four ravens. Do you understand that?" Giles asked.
"Light versus dark. Imagery." Willow said carefully, trying to remember something she'd
heard her literature teacher say about Shakespeare... "Contrast."
"Okay." Giles breathed. "Well the Devil, as you say, will be among the ravens, so I'm
thinking the ravens are representatives of Hell. Therefore, the doves are representatives
of Heaven."
Willow nodded, inhaling deeply.
"I don't understand the next part though, and something tells me it's the most important.
The Slayer's wisdom will call upon the creatures of Conflux. I've never heard of Conflux
before.."
"Neither have I. But I think the bird of the sun.. a phoenix maybe?"
Giles nodded. "Yes. That would make sense. There's a picture of a phoenix here." He
pointed to the illustration of the giant bird.
"So the phoenix will make everything right again?" Willow asked hopefully.
"Only if the Slayer's wisdom calls the creatures of Conflux, and I have no idea what that
means."
Willow bit her lip again. "Do we know what turning the Princess' eye inward means?"
Giles sighed. "No."
"Atleast it's a start." She was quiet for a moment. "Giles--" She didn't finish, because
she choked on the words and felt tears renewing themselves.
"Yes Willow?"
"If.. If we find Buffy again, this new.." She fought hard to pronounce the words. "Evil..
Buffy, what do we do? Do we kill her?"
Giles looked at her sympathetically. He knew the question was coming and he didn't know
how to deal with it himself. "No." He said quietly. "But not because she is our friend
anymore. Because she will be very powerful, especially if they say she is Princess of
Darkness. I don't want anyone to get hurt."
"Okay." She whispered, slightly relieved. She never wanted to see her best friend die
again, even if it was the evil, soul-less Buffy. It was too painful.
"I'll call Xander and tell him about what we've discovered."
"Yeah. Okay." Willow left the store, covering her face with her hands. It was impossible,
but secretly, she would give anything to see Buffy alive- even undead.
She was ashamed of her selfishness.
* * *
"Peter." Dylan said. His tone was one of annoyance. "Peter, I've hear that several angels
are.. engaging in.. extracurricular activities." He sat in his office behind a new desk.
Peter sighed. "Yes. It's horrendous, really. It's rather hard to believe that fellow
angels would do such a thing."
Dylan nodded sadly. "How much damage have they done?"
"Lucifer already knows of our location and situation. And.." Peter gulped. The news was
very disturbing. "They've killed seven good angels already, ones that refused to join them.
Yesterday Lawrence was found bleeding under a cliff. His wings were brutally torn off. The
whole area was painted in his silver blood." He whispered, shuddering at the thought. "He
died only a few seconds after they found him. His wings were found at the top of the cliff,
the feathers strewn everywhere."
"Are we sure it was the rebel angels?"
"No. We have no proof. But there are other cases. Amanda had her throat slit."
Dylan closed his eyes. There was no doubt, then. Only fellow angels could kill their kind
by means other than fire or clipping of the wings. "We will have to move to another office.
We must be even more careful than before. Knowing Lucifer, he will have sent four devils
including himself down here, just to even the score."
"My Lord, what do you propose we do about the angels though?" Peter asked worriedly. He
had never seen his master so sad.
"Capture them and execute them."
* * *
Darla was poking through files in Lindsey's apartment. He had gone to buy her dinner, the
fool. She didn't want human food, but the stupid fool had insisted they share some time
together.
She laughed. He thought they were on a date.
She dearly hoped he wasn't in love with her. He pretended to be tough, to be bad, but in
reality, he was as naive as a baby. He was only human, after all.
The sun wasn't down yet but she wanted to leave before he came home, or else he would want
her to stay, and she would have to hurt him. Something that she didn't want to do, for
some inexplicable reason.
She was taken to the boy.
She reached out and put her hand into the sliver of sunlight which peeked out from between
the curtains of his window. She enjoyed pain. She did this often, just to feel it burning
her skin, just to feel her demon fighting her within.
But this time, nothing happened.
Her head shot up in horror. Oh God, she thought desperately. She was scared that she was
human again.
She listened for her heartbeat and she heard none. Then she realized that were she human,
she wouldn't be able to hear it. Her mind raced.
Clutching her head in terror she ran to Lindsey's bathroom and collapsed in relief as she
saw no reflexion in his mirror.
After a minute she got up again and opened the curtains, letting the golden rays of the sun
hit her face. Suddenly she began laughing, thinking of how this was a great opportunity.
She grabbed a duffel bag from Lindsey's closet and began to pack away all her clothes and
accessories. There wasn't much.
Darla smiled as she swung the bag over her shoulder and unlocked the door and stepped out
into the hall like a runaway child, giggling.
She had to find Angelus.
* * *
"My Lord?" Thomas poked his head into the room. "Mr. Quentin Travers would like to speak
with you."
"Ah yes," said Dylan. "We have an appointment."
"Should I let him in then?"
Dylan nodded, and Mr. Travers came in. He was resolved sort of man, one who knew his job
might be dirty but did it anyways, because it was his purpose.
"Lord Ambrosius," He said, bowing, not entirely sure how to address the Archangel.
Dylan made a face. "Ack. Just call me Dylan. Ambrosius is all too revealing, you know?"
Mr. Travers did not know and gave a confused look.
"Ambrosius, in Roman, means Prince of Light."
"Ah." Said the head of the Watcher's Council.
Dylan gave him a kind smile. "The reason you are here today is we need to know the
situation of the current Chosen One."
He blanched. The current Slayer was quite an embarrassment. "Faith, the only active
Slayer, is in jail at the moment." He said meekly.
The other man nodded, sighing. "You must understand that at these times we are in need of
a Slayer. I'm not just talking about your regular apocalypse here, you know. Not an
apocalypse of Earth. I'm saying that either Heaven or Hell will be destroyed."
Travers was shaking.
"That means, Quentin, that you will either have to get her out of prison or destroy her.
Do you understand? And it has to be done by tomorrow."
"Yes.. Dylan." He said awkwardly. He shifted in his seat.
* * *
When Buffy woke again, it was nearly dark. She reached out for Spike, her hands swimming
over his red, silken sheets like a fish squirming in an ocean of warm blood.
She was disappointed when she realized he was not there. Sighing, she sat up and swung
her still-golden legs over the side of his bed. She was still dressed in the white gown
and she scowled, because it reminded her of her pathetic human life. She needed new
clothes, she thought. She needed a new style that fit her new personality. Something
sexy and mysterious. Something over the edge.
She slipped on her shoes and ran her fingers through her honey-hued hair, trying to untangle
the knots. She noticed Spike sitting on the couch watching the television and walked over
to him in a sexy gait. "What are you doing?" She whispered into his ear seductively from
behind, letting her tresses fall over his head, tickling his face.
She expected him to make a lewd remark, but his face remained like stone.
She looked at him quizzically but he said nothing and continued to watch some cooking show,
failing to acknowledge her presence. He wasn't going to let himself be lured into her trap.
She didn't really want *him*, he knew. She just wanted sex, and he happened to be the
only available man at the moment.
He stared straight ahead.
She was confused. Wasn't this what he wanted? To have her? She looked at him with
hurt eyes and made a puppy face. "What's wrong, Spike?" She said gently, touching his
face with her silky hands.
He fought with himself to regain control. God, this woman was an actress. She could get
her own show, he thought bitterly.
She walked over to the front of the couch and sat onto his lap. She put her fingers onto
his chest and kissed him hard.
At first he longed to kiss her back and he did, tasting her mouth tenderly with his tongue.
He stopped suddenly, disgusted with himself. This was exactly where she wanted him to be.
He shoved her off of him and she fell onto the floor in a heap. He spat the taste of her,
blood mixed with liquor, out onto the floor.
She looked and laughed. "Is that how you want to play?" She asked, sprawled out on the
cold gray stone floor. The strap of her dress had fallen off her shoulder leaving her neck
area bare. One look at her made him want to devour her right then and there.
She saw the look and laughed more. "Come on, Spike. This is what you want."
God, the temptation. "No." He said coldly, like cracked winter ice. "*This* is not what
I want."
She rolled her eyes. "What do you want then, Spike?" She shouted. "You want me to tell
you that I love you? You want me to tell you that I'll love you forever? That- That I'll
spend the rest of eternity by your side?" She gestured wildly, anger flashing in her
emerald eyes. "What if I don't?"
Her words hurt him but he refused to show it. "Then don't do this." He began to walk away.
"Spike, don't pretend you love me, because you *don't*." She said, her teeth clenched.
"You never understand, do you?" He shook his head sadly. "I'll always love you, Buffy, no
matter where you are what you do. I can't help it. I can't change it. I want you, yes,
but I don't want to be just your shagging partner. I don't just want it to be a one-night
deal." He looked away.
"Then understand that this is what I need, Spike. I'm a vampire now. I don't have a soul,
and I don't have a heart like you. This is all I can give you."
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
I NEED FEEDBACK!
Give me ideas, guys! please?
AN: In this last chapter I wrote:
Buffysummersslayer: no angel, angelus instead!
But really, I mixed up two of the reviews, and it wasn't Buffysummersslayer who wanted Angel
in it, it was Lisa. So sorry if it caused anybody any confusion! :)