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!
AN1: I forgot to mention where I got these names from
Conflux: This is from Heroes of Might and Magic III
Kalika: I took this from Christopher Pike's The Last Vampire, it means Mother of
Destruction
Ambrosius: This is from Mary Stewart's Arthurian Saga, it does mean Prince of Light
AN2: In Giles' dream, his memories are shown by //sentence\\.
Hell Unleashed- Chapter 5
---------------------------------
"Buffy? Anyone here?" Spike called as he entered his crypt the next morning. The place
was dark, but it smelled of her scent. She had been here recently.
Bitch. She had left the first chance she got.
"Spike?" Came a small voice from the corner. "Oh my God, Spike!" He blinked in surprise
as a mass of golden flesh and hair came hurdling towards him, knocking him over and pinning
him to the ground, covering him with wet kisses.
"Down, doggy." He laughed at her as she beamed down at him.
"Spike, I thought you were dead." She cried, hugging his chest. "What happened? Was it--
was it the angels? Did they hurt you?"
"No, don't worry. I escaped, pet. They didn't hurt me," He lied. God, he felt awful
for lying to her like this. What kind of vampire was he?
"Good, good. I was so worried." She whispered.
"Why Buffy, I didn't know you cared." He said suggestively, raising one eyebrow in mock
surprise.
"Spike, I lied."
"You weren't worried?" He asked, disappointed.
"No, I mean I *do* care. I've always cared." She hugged him even more tightly.
Shit, he cursed silently.
* * *
"Faith?" Dylan called softly as he peered through the bars.
"Who are you?" She glared at him in suspicion.
"My name is Dylan. I've come to let you out of here." He smiled at her.
Wow. She was shocked. "Why?"
"We need you right now. We need a Slayer."
"What happened to Buffy?" Realisation dawned on the dark-haired girl. "Oh my God! B's
dead, isn't she?" When he did not respond, she screamed. "Isn't she!!"
"Calm down, Faith. It's alright. Yes, she is dead. But she's worse than dead."
"Oh my God." She clasped her hands over her mouth in panic. She had never been chummy with
Buffy, but Buffy was a fellow Slayer, and Faith respected her. "Is she- is she a vampire?"
Dylan nodded. "That's why we need you, Faith."
"How? I mean, B's tough! She wouldn't- she would never!" She shook her head furiously.
"No! Does she have a soul?" She pleaded desperately.
"No. She doesn't."
"But I thought- I read somewhere that a Slayer's soul is strong! That- that in many cases
they win over the demon!"
"Faith, the methods they used for her resurrection were different."
"Resurrection?"
"She wasn't killed by a vampire. She sacrificed herself by leaping into a portal that would
have destroyed the world."
"She was a hero." Faith whispered. "But then how come she's a vampire?"
"The Devil stole her essence and took her to Hell. He made her a vampire himself by forcing
the demon into her."
Faith put a hand to her head and used the other to steady herself. "I- I don't wanna leave
here. I can't.. what if that happens to me? Why not call another Slayer?"
"They can't call a Slayer until you die, Faith. You have to come with us. You're free
now." He said gently. "We need you because we have a very bad situation right now. Even
if we could call another Slayer, it would be no use. She would need training, and the
situation is urgent."
"What do you need me to do?"
"Faith, you have to kill Buffy."
* * *
He was lying in bed, dazed. He had been hurt somehow, but he couldn't remember. He
couldn't remember anything.
He watched as the woman he loved came to his bedside and smiled at him. "Jenny," He
whispered. I thought you were gone. You're dead."
"I'm here, see? I'm not dead. I'll never leave you."
He nodded in satisfaction and she kissed him softly, delicately.
How he longed for her.
"Jenny-" He began, and then watched in horror as Jenny became Drusilla, who smiled wickedly
at him.
"You see?" The vampiress laughed. "Nothing is what it seems. They call seals sea lions
when they are not lions at all." She shook a pale finger at him. "You were fooled."
//The flaming rose is not a rose at all.\\
Millions of memories flooded into his head.
//There is a particular carnation that grows thorns for its protection.\\
What was it? Oh God, his head hurt, and he couldn't remember.
//...wonderful magical properties...\\
Where was that memory he needed?
//...bursts into flame, allowing the spellcaster's essence to flow into different worlds.\\
Yes! That was what the spell required..
//...called the carnation of blood, it is found only in the Sacred Deserts of Arizona...\\
Giles woke, opening his eyes wide, panting for breath. He looked down at his cotton gray
shirt and noticed that it was stained with sweat. "Flaming rose." He whispered to himself.
He got up quickly, throwing his sheets off to the side, and reached for the phone on his
nightstand.
"Hello?" Came a groggy voice.
"Willow. It's Giles."
"Giles? It's nine in the morning! You know I'm sleeping late today after researching the
whole night!"
"Willow. It's important. I've just found out something about the flaming rose. Pack some
clothes and supplies that will last us for two or three days."
"What?" Willow said, confused. "What's going on?" She demanded.
"We're going to Arizona."
* * *
"Hello?" Buffy called. She was in that room again, the red one with no floor, except this
time there was no one in it.
She looked around, and noticed that the walls were similar to the floor, only opposite. She
could see the walls and the angles that they made at the verteces when they connected to
one another, and yet when she touched them, her fingers went through. To the other side?
Where was the other side?
She began to walk through the wall when she felt a blast of heat and a voice behind her.
"You shouldn't do that." It was a feminine voice.
Buffy turned to see a woman with black hair. She looked very similar to Lucifer.
"I'm Kalika." She said. "One of Lucifer's co-workers."
Co-workers, Buffy thought. What a term.
"And you shouldn't walk through those walls," Kalika continued, "Or you will walk out of
your dream, and your mind will be lost forever."
"Oh." Buffy said. 'Well geez. Why didn't anyone tell me that before?' She thought in
irritation.
"This is what we have planned." She smiled. "All four angels are currently residing
together, to our advantage. We think that the use of a bomb will be best, since they
are destroyed be fire."
"Good idea," Buffy said. "A human invention will destroy them?"
"Yes. Anything that involves fire."
"So where are they hiding?"
"We don't know but we are working on it. Don't worry, our spies will tell us soon. We will
contact you then."
Buffy nodded.
"One more thing, dear. That vampire. The one you call Spike?"
"What about him?" She asked, frowning.
"We are not so sure you can trust him. It would be best if you moved out of his..
*lodgings*." She said disdainfully. "Stay away from him."
"Why?" Buffy shouted, enraged. "What's not to trust about him? He's my friend! I-"
"Buffy, he's met with the Angelic Alliance. He might have been persuaded to join their
side. You have no way of knowing what happened while he was there."
"I do. I'll ask him!" She cried. "He would never lie to me! If there's one person I
trust with the truth, it's him!"
The older woman looked at her sympathetically. "Then you put your trust in the wrong
places, Buffy."
She looked at the devil in disbelief. "It's not true." She said quietly, forcefully.
"What did he tell you about what happened?"
"He said he escaped. He said they didn't hurt him."
"Buffy, he came to you in the morning, under the sun. We did not give him that gift. He
must have received it from the angels."
"No! He escaped, he--" She shook her head. She refused to believe this woman's nonsense.
"Buffy, no one escapes from God."
* * *
"Ah. Home sweet home, ladies." Angelus smiled as he opened the car door for his women.
They had watched the sun rise driving down the freeway, the first time in more than a
century for Angelus and Dru.
Darla had never seen the mansion before so they gave her a grand tour, from the abandoned
gardens, once abloom with jasmine, to the grand chambers, decorated with mahogany and
draped with purple and red silk.
Really, she couldn't care less. It didn't matter where they lived. She could live in a box
naked and she wouldn't mind.
To her, it was just a house.
"What do you think, love?" Angelus asked her once she had visited all the rooms.
"Nice," she commented. "Which is my room?"
He smiled suggestively. "Why, the master bedroom, of course. Would you like me to escort
you there, kind lady?"
"Daddy is being naughty." Dru spoke up, reproachfully. "He wants to play, but no one will
play with me."
"Dru, honey, I'm sure you'll find someone." Angelus said, dismissively.
"I miss my Spike." Dru said sadly.
"Spike is an idiot if he won't have you, doll. Forget about him." He said.
"Forget." She nodded.
* * *
It was strange, because as soon as Buffy was done one dream, another came. This one was
very different.
For one thing, there were no walls. They place was simply white, and so bright that her
eyes hurt.
It was Lucifer again, but he looked slightly different. His eyes were not blue, but
a strange shade of purple this time, and his features were somewhat askew.
He was probably in a different mood today, she thought. Afterall, it must be hard to make
yourself exactly the same each day.
"Buffy." He said.
"Yes?"
"We have the location of the three angels."
She frowned. "Aren't there four angels?"
"Oh yes, right. Sorry, I'm tired today.
"Anyways, they have moved into the abandoned mansion." He continued.
"Angel's mansion?"
"Yes, that's the one. You have to act fast before they leave. You must drop the bomb
there as soon as possible. When you wake up there will be a small sphere by your hand.
It will look like this." The mechanism he spoke of materialised in his palm.
"It is very powerful. Don't worry, there is no magic in it." He said.
"Why not magic?"
"Didn't I tell you? Angels are immune to magic."
"No, you didn't. Go on."
"We had it made by one of the best bomb-makers in the country. What you will do is press
this button before you throw it into the house, and the timer will go off. You will have
exactly 15 seconds to get out of the immediate area."
She nodded.
"You can watch the results from across the street though, it won't hit you. Do you
understand?"
"Yes."
Lucifer smiled, and disappeared.
She didn't notice that he had teleported away in a flash of light instead of a ball of fire.
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
Guys, I need ideas! I have planned the ending and everything already but I'm not
sure how to get there. I need some event in which most of Sunnydale or perhaps the world
is scorched.
Another thing I desperately need is names for the two devils which haven't been introduced
yet! It would be best if they meant something in some ancient language, but it's okay
if they're not. I need untraditional names, unlike the names of the angels, which are
all boring.
Pretty Please? Thanx,
~Drusilla
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!
AN1: I forgot to mention where I got these names from
Conflux: This is from Heroes of Might and Magic III
Kalika: I took this from Christopher Pike's The Last Vampire, it means Mother of
Destruction
Ambrosius: This is from Mary Stewart's Arthurian Saga, it does mean Prince of Light
AN2: In Giles' dream, his memories are shown by //sentence\\.
Hell Unleashed- Chapter 5
---------------------------------
"Buffy? Anyone here?" Spike called as he entered his crypt the next morning. The place
was dark, but it smelled of her scent. She had been here recently.
Bitch. She had left the first chance she got.
"Spike?" Came a small voice from the corner. "Oh my God, Spike!" He blinked in surprise
as a mass of golden flesh and hair came hurdling towards him, knocking him over and pinning
him to the ground, covering him with wet kisses.
"Down, doggy." He laughed at her as she beamed down at him.
"Spike, I thought you were dead." She cried, hugging his chest. "What happened? Was it--
was it the angels? Did they hurt you?"
"No, don't worry. I escaped, pet. They didn't hurt me," He lied. God, he felt awful
for lying to her like this. What kind of vampire was he?
"Good, good. I was so worried." She whispered.
"Why Buffy, I didn't know you cared." He said suggestively, raising one eyebrow in mock
surprise.
"Spike, I lied."
"You weren't worried?" He asked, disappointed.
"No, I mean I *do* care. I've always cared." She hugged him even more tightly.
Shit, he cursed silently.
* * *
"Faith?" Dylan called softly as he peered through the bars.
"Who are you?" She glared at him in suspicion.
"My name is Dylan. I've come to let you out of here." He smiled at her.
Wow. She was shocked. "Why?"
"We need you right now. We need a Slayer."
"What happened to Buffy?" Realisation dawned on the dark-haired girl. "Oh my God! B's
dead, isn't she?" When he did not respond, she screamed. "Isn't she!!"
"Calm down, Faith. It's alright. Yes, she is dead. But she's worse than dead."
"Oh my God." She clasped her hands over her mouth in panic. She had never been chummy with
Buffy, but Buffy was a fellow Slayer, and Faith respected her. "Is she- is she a vampire?"
Dylan nodded. "That's why we need you, Faith."
"How? I mean, B's tough! She wouldn't- she would never!" She shook her head furiously.
"No! Does she have a soul?" She pleaded desperately.
"No. She doesn't."
"But I thought- I read somewhere that a Slayer's soul is strong! That- that in many cases
they win over the demon!"
"Faith, the methods they used for her resurrection were different."
"Resurrection?"
"She wasn't killed by a vampire. She sacrificed herself by leaping into a portal that would
have destroyed the world."
"She was a hero." Faith whispered. "But then how come she's a vampire?"
"The Devil stole her essence and took her to Hell. He made her a vampire himself by forcing
the demon into her."
Faith put a hand to her head and used the other to steady herself. "I- I don't wanna leave
here. I can't.. what if that happens to me? Why not call another Slayer?"
"They can't call a Slayer until you die, Faith. You have to come with us. You're free
now." He said gently. "We need you because we have a very bad situation right now. Even
if we could call another Slayer, it would be no use. She would need training, and the
situation is urgent."
"What do you need me to do?"
"Faith, you have to kill Buffy."
* * *
He was lying in bed, dazed. He had been hurt somehow, but he couldn't remember. He
couldn't remember anything.
He watched as the woman he loved came to his bedside and smiled at him. "Jenny," He
whispered. I thought you were gone. You're dead."
"I'm here, see? I'm not dead. I'll never leave you."
He nodded in satisfaction and she kissed him softly, delicately.
How he longed for her.
"Jenny-" He began, and then watched in horror as Jenny became Drusilla, who smiled wickedly
at him.
"You see?" The vampiress laughed. "Nothing is what it seems. They call seals sea lions
when they are not lions at all." She shook a pale finger at him. "You were fooled."
//The flaming rose is not a rose at all.\\
Millions of memories flooded into his head.
//There is a particular carnation that grows thorns for its protection.\\
What was it? Oh God, his head hurt, and he couldn't remember.
//...wonderful magical properties...\\
Where was that memory he needed?
//...bursts into flame, allowing the spellcaster's essence to flow into different worlds.\\
Yes! That was what the spell required..
//...called the carnation of blood, it is found only in the Sacred Deserts of Arizona...\\
Giles woke, opening his eyes wide, panting for breath. He looked down at his cotton gray
shirt and noticed that it was stained with sweat. "Flaming rose." He whispered to himself.
He got up quickly, throwing his sheets off to the side, and reached for the phone on his
nightstand.
"Hello?" Came a groggy voice.
"Willow. It's Giles."
"Giles? It's nine in the morning! You know I'm sleeping late today after researching the
whole night!"
"Willow. It's important. I've just found out something about the flaming rose. Pack some
clothes and supplies that will last us for two or three days."
"What?" Willow said, confused. "What's going on?" She demanded.
"We're going to Arizona."
* * *
"Hello?" Buffy called. She was in that room again, the red one with no floor, except this
time there was no one in it.
She looked around, and noticed that the walls were similar to the floor, only opposite. She
could see the walls and the angles that they made at the verteces when they connected to
one another, and yet when she touched them, her fingers went through. To the other side?
Where was the other side?
She began to walk through the wall when she felt a blast of heat and a voice behind her.
"You shouldn't do that." It was a feminine voice.
Buffy turned to see a woman with black hair. She looked very similar to Lucifer.
"I'm Kalika." She said. "One of Lucifer's co-workers."
Co-workers, Buffy thought. What a term.
"And you shouldn't walk through those walls," Kalika continued, "Or you will walk out of
your dream, and your mind will be lost forever."
"Oh." Buffy said. 'Well geez. Why didn't anyone tell me that before?' She thought in
irritation.
"This is what we have planned." She smiled. "All four angels are currently residing
together, to our advantage. We think that the use of a bomb will be best, since they
are destroyed be fire."
"Good idea," Buffy said. "A human invention will destroy them?"
"Yes. Anything that involves fire."
"So where are they hiding?"
"We don't know but we are working on it. Don't worry, our spies will tell us soon. We will
contact you then."
Buffy nodded.
"One more thing, dear. That vampire. The one you call Spike?"
"What about him?" She asked, frowning.
"We are not so sure you can trust him. It would be best if you moved out of his..
*lodgings*." She said disdainfully. "Stay away from him."
"Why?" Buffy shouted, enraged. "What's not to trust about him? He's my friend! I-"
"Buffy, he's met with the Angelic Alliance. He might have been persuaded to join their
side. You have no way of knowing what happened while he was there."
"I do. I'll ask him!" She cried. "He would never lie to me! If there's one person I
trust with the truth, it's him!"
The older woman looked at her sympathetically. "Then you put your trust in the wrong
places, Buffy."
She looked at the devil in disbelief. "It's not true." She said quietly, forcefully.
"What did he tell you about what happened?"
"He said he escaped. He said they didn't hurt him."
"Buffy, he came to you in the morning, under the sun. We did not give him that gift. He
must have received it from the angels."
"No! He escaped, he--" She shook her head. She refused to believe this woman's nonsense.
"Buffy, no one escapes from God."
* * *
"Ah. Home sweet home, ladies." Angelus smiled as he opened the car door for his women.
They had watched the sun rise driving down the freeway, the first time in more than a
century for Angelus and Dru.
Darla had never seen the mansion before so they gave her a grand tour, from the abandoned
gardens, once abloom with jasmine, to the grand chambers, decorated with mahogany and
draped with purple and red silk.
Really, she couldn't care less. It didn't matter where they lived. She could live in a box
naked and she wouldn't mind.
To her, it was just a house.
"What do you think, love?" Angelus asked her once she had visited all the rooms.
"Nice," she commented. "Which is my room?"
He smiled suggestively. "Why, the master bedroom, of course. Would you like me to escort
you there, kind lady?"
"Daddy is being naughty." Dru spoke up, reproachfully. "He wants to play, but no one will
play with me."
"Dru, honey, I'm sure you'll find someone." Angelus said, dismissively.
"I miss my Spike." Dru said sadly.
"Spike is an idiot if he won't have you, doll. Forget about him." He said.
"Forget." She nodded.
* * *
It was strange, because as soon as Buffy was done one dream, another came. This one was
very different.
For one thing, there were no walls. They place was simply white, and so bright that her
eyes hurt.
It was Lucifer again, but he looked slightly different. His eyes were not blue, but
a strange shade of purple this time, and his features were somewhat askew.
He was probably in a different mood today, she thought. Afterall, it must be hard to make
yourself exactly the same each day.
"Buffy." He said.
"Yes?"
"We have the location of the three angels."
She frowned. "Aren't there four angels?"
"Oh yes, right. Sorry, I'm tired today.
"Anyways, they have moved into the abandoned mansion." He continued.
"Angel's mansion?"
"Yes, that's the one. You have to act fast before they leave. You must drop the bomb
there as soon as possible. When you wake up there will be a small sphere by your hand.
It will look like this." The mechanism he spoke of materialised in his palm.
"It is very powerful. Don't worry, there is no magic in it." He said.
"Why not magic?"
"Didn't I tell you? Angels are immune to magic."
"No, you didn't. Go on."
"We had it made by one of the best bomb-makers in the country. What you will do is press
this button before you throw it into the house, and the timer will go off. You will have
exactly 15 seconds to get out of the immediate area."
She nodded.
"You can watch the results from across the street though, it won't hit you. Do you
understand?"
"Yes."
Lucifer smiled, and disappeared.
She didn't notice that he had teleported away in a flash of light instead of a ball of fire.
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
Guys, I need ideas! I have planned the ending and everything already but I'm not
sure how to get there. I need some event in which most of Sunnydale or perhaps the world
is scorched.
Another thing I desperately need is names for the two devils which haven't been introduced
yet! It would be best if they meant something in some ancient language, but it's okay
if they're not. I need untraditional names, unlike the names of the angels, which are
all boring.
Pretty Please? Thanx,
~Drusilla