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: Thanx, guys, for giving me those ideas for the names! They won't be introduced in the
following chapter, but don't worry, you'll meet them soon. :)
Hell Unleashed- Chapter 6
---------------------------------
She sat up suddenly from her sleep, gasping, her eyes wide in fear.
"What is it, luv?" He groaned, shifting under the crimson sheets.
"Spike, I had a dream. I have them when they want me to do something, they send dreams to
me. And this woman-- she said-- she said I couldn't trust you." Buffy choked.
"Shh.. it was just a dream, pet." He held her in his lap and stroked her hair like a child.
She shook her head and got up, looking at him. "It wasn't just a dream, Spike. They're not
dreams, really. They're meeting places. The woman was Kalika, she is a devil. You--
you wouldn't lie to me, would you?"
"Course not, poodle." He scoffed. "I would never tell you anything but the truth."
He was being dishonest even as he spoke.
"It's okay." He said, softly, kissing her gently and she hugged him again, seeking comfort
in the curve of his neck.
Then he kissed her eyes closed. She reached out and taking his hands, undid the lace
butterfly of her nightgown, revealing every arch and swerve of her body.
He knew that he shouldn't be doing this. He was taking advantage of her, and that was the
last thing he ever wanted to do.
God, he wanted it so much.
He layed her down onto his pillow and kissed the hollow of her throat, kissed her golden
shoulder.
Then, in his game face, he bit into the flesh of her neck. At first she gasped in surprise,
and then moaned in ecstasy.
He only tasted her. He forced himself to return to his human visage and kissed her wound,
her blood still on his lips. Then he worked downwards, kissing her nipple, her navel, her
every shadow as she quivered in pleasure.
God, he hated himself.
Every kiss was a lie.
* * *
"Er.. Giles, explain to me again why we're here?" Willow fidgeted nervously as they stepped
into a not well-lit magick shop in Arizona. Clearly the purpose of the shop was for darker
magicks, but it looked like a good place to start.
"Because I had a dream, and it told me that this is the place. It didn't tell me the exact
area, of course, so we are ...exploring."
As they walked towards the sales counter, a black-haired girl came out the back, dressed
in a black tank top and blood-red skirt. "May I help you?" She asked, dully.
"Yes, we are looking for something called the flaming rose." Giles said.
"Hmm." The girl frowned. "I've never heard of it before."
"It's also called the carnation of blood." Willow piped in helpfully.
"Oh. That. Right here." The girl said, making her way through the shop to a particular
shelf filled with different flowers. "Oh, oops. We don't have any left."
Giles looked at Willow, and back again at the salesgirl. "You don't have any left?"
The girl shrugged. "Nope. It's not like we stock many of them, no one ever buys them."
Giles looked at her pleadingly. "Do you know where we can find them?"
"Oh, pfft." She said, waving her hand. "They grow everywhere. It's a very ugly little
flower, the stem is very thick and the petals are a brownish-black. You can look in the
reserve just south of here, it's practically overrun with them. You're not technically
allowed to pick them, but it's not like anyone's gonna stop you."
"Thank you." Giles said.
"Let's go!" Willow exclaimed, dragging Giles out of the store.
* * *
"Angelus," Kalika smiled, entering the mansion. "Darla. Drusilla." She nodded at the
women. Again, she was dressed in a business costume, a blue jacket over a white blouse
and a knee-length navy skirt. "Will you be staying here?" She looked up at the ceiling of
the mansion, which was cracked and sagging.
"Yes." Drusilla said spacily. "This is our home."
"Well, we had another place planned but I guess this will.. do." She grimaced.
"Where are the other vampires you've promised?" Angelus scowled.
"Ah. Right here." She closed her eyes for a moment and about fifty vampires appeared
behind her, cringing at the sun and astonished that they were not currently bursting into
flames. "Don't worry. I've picked the best. They already know what's happening."
"They're *all* going to stay with us?" Darla cut in.
"You have room enough, darling." Kalika smirked. "Now will you let us in for a tour?"
Darla rolled her eyes. She turned her back to them and walked away, glowering at Angelus.
* * *
Buffy held the bomb in her hand, watching the mansion through the dark eyelashes of her
narrowed eyes. She could see no movement in the building and sensed no heartbeats.
She frowned. Was she too late? She cursed silently at herself for letting herself be
carried away by Spike.
Then she saw a flash of long, pale golden hair in the window.
Angels.
She smiled. Perhaps angels did not have heartbeats. She walked a bit closer to the house
and peered through one of the windows. There was no one in this room.
Perfect.
She twisted the sphere and it opened, revealing a timer. She saw the small silver button
Lucifer shown her and she pressed it. She heard a beep and wasted no time, flinging
it through the window, shattering the glass.
Fifteen seconds pass quickly.
She barely made it to the other side of the street.
* * *
"Aha! The Sacred Deserts." Giles read triumphantly as they passed the sign. The desert
rolled on and on, a neverending ocean of sand. Now and then a shrub poked out of the ground
or a rock, shaped by erosion, stood in its loneliness under the beaming sun.
"Let's stop over there." Willow pointed to an information centre. "We can ask them some
questions."
"Alright." Giles slowed down and parked his red convertible in the parking lot. There
was only one other car there. Evidently, this place was hardly visited. The centre was
only a wooden little structure white-washed so many times that the old paint crumbled under
the next layer.
A cheery old man greeted them. "Good afternoon!" Obviously, there had not been visitors
for some time. The pamphlets dated back to 1995.
Giles nodded at him. "We were just wondering, where we could find this certain flower.
It's called the carnation of blood, also known as the flaming rose?"
"Oh, those weeds. They grow everywhere, even behind this building here. You can pick them
if you like, I hereby give you permission." The man winked.
Willow smiled at him kindly. "Thank you sir."
"Have a good day!" He hollered after them, waving a pudgy hand amicably.
They walked to the back of the building, and sure enough, against the wall, grew a single
carnation. The girl was right; it wasn't a very pretty flower and the thorns made it hard
to pick, or rather, impossible. The stem was tough, like that of most weeds, and wouldn't
break.
Willow groaned. "Why didn't we bring scissors?"
She stepped back. "Jiandiao!" She cried, and instantly, the stem was cut at the root and
the flower flew towards her. She smiled smugly as she caught it by one of the less thorny
parts of the stalk. "Done. Let's go home."
"Let's." Giles agreed. "We don't know what kind of chaos may be taking place up there."
* * *
"What was that?" Darla asked suddenly, hearing the window shatter.
"Intruder." Drusilla giggled. "Someone that shouldn't be here. She's a fool."
"Who?" Kalika asked, peeved at Drusilla's antics. What was the matter with the girl?
"Nothing is what it seems." Drusilla whispered. "They call seals sea lions when they
are not lions at all."
Angelus frowned. Where had he heard that before?
He had no more time to think as the world exploded around him and he knew only darkness.
* * *
Buffy ducked, covering her ears, as she felt the force of the explosion knock her to the
ground. When it was over, she stood up, watching the building go up in flames, a smile
plastered onto her lips.
Shrapnel flew to her feet and inwardly, she wondered what God's corpse would look like. Or
perhaps angels did not leave corpses?
Then she took a look at the debris and froze. The head of a porcelain doll, drenched in
red, red blood. The doll had been blindfolded and gagged. It seemed symbolic, and it
disturbed her greatly.
Angels did not bleed in red.
She continued to watch the house burn. After a minute she saw a woman walk out, and it
perplexed her that this woman could survive an explosion like that.
Then she saw the woman's face. Kalika.
Shit.
Her hair was on fire and her expression was murderous. "What the *fuck* are you trying
to pull, Buffy?" She screamed as she drew near.
"I don't know what- what-" She didn't get to finish as Kalika punched her in the face,
knocking her onto the concrete. She gasped and swallowed blood, and before she could get
up, Kalika was sitting on her stomach, her hand at Buffy's throat.
"Now." Kalika said, very slowly and calmly. "You are going to tell me why the FUCK did you
just blow up a mansion which housed 53 goddamned master vampires, THREE of which are
Angelus, Darla, and Drusilla!" She roared, her tone getting more furious with each word.
"I didn't know." Buffy said quietly.
Kalika got off of her and threw her hands up in frustration. "Well," She said
sarcastically, "That's just smart, ain't it! Just go blowing up mansions for fun now?
What the fuck is wrong with you?" Her hair was still in flames but she didn't seem to mind.
"Do you know how friggin' long it took to find all those vamps? Huh?" She continued.
"Shit. Lucifer's gonna kill us. Literally. You got it lucky, Buffy, when you die, you
still go to Hell. I die and I'm gone. I become part of the dirt. Pfft."
"It was a mistake." Buffy said as she got up, dusting herself off. "I- There must have
been a mistake."
Kalika looked at her expectantly, her arms crossed, lips pursed.
"Lucifer-- he told me to bomb the mansion-- it must have been the wrong one."
"What?" Kalika said in disbelief.
"He said, bomb the mansion! I asked him, Angel's mansion? And he said yes--" She babbled.
"Shit. What are you, some kind of idiot? That was no mistake, Buffy."
"I don't understand. What do you mean?" Buffy said desperately.
Kalika shook her head. "I *said*, this wasn't a mistake. This was a set-up."
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
Please, please, review, and tell me what you think! I beg of you!
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: Thanx, guys, for giving me those ideas for the names! They won't be introduced in the
following chapter, but don't worry, you'll meet them soon. :)
Hell Unleashed- Chapter 6
---------------------------------
She sat up suddenly from her sleep, gasping, her eyes wide in fear.
"What is it, luv?" He groaned, shifting under the crimson sheets.
"Spike, I had a dream. I have them when they want me to do something, they send dreams to
me. And this woman-- she said-- she said I couldn't trust you." Buffy choked.
"Shh.. it was just a dream, pet." He held her in his lap and stroked her hair like a child.
She shook her head and got up, looking at him. "It wasn't just a dream, Spike. They're not
dreams, really. They're meeting places. The woman was Kalika, she is a devil. You--
you wouldn't lie to me, would you?"
"Course not, poodle." He scoffed. "I would never tell you anything but the truth."
He was being dishonest even as he spoke.
"It's okay." He said, softly, kissing her gently and she hugged him again, seeking comfort
in the curve of his neck.
Then he kissed her eyes closed. She reached out and taking his hands, undid the lace
butterfly of her nightgown, revealing every arch and swerve of her body.
He knew that he shouldn't be doing this. He was taking advantage of her, and that was the
last thing he ever wanted to do.
God, he wanted it so much.
He layed her down onto his pillow and kissed the hollow of her throat, kissed her golden
shoulder.
Then, in his game face, he bit into the flesh of her neck. At first she gasped in surprise,
and then moaned in ecstasy.
He only tasted her. He forced himself to return to his human visage and kissed her wound,
her blood still on his lips. Then he worked downwards, kissing her nipple, her navel, her
every shadow as she quivered in pleasure.
God, he hated himself.
Every kiss was a lie.
* * *
"Er.. Giles, explain to me again why we're here?" Willow fidgeted nervously as they stepped
into a not well-lit magick shop in Arizona. Clearly the purpose of the shop was for darker
magicks, but it looked like a good place to start.
"Because I had a dream, and it told me that this is the place. It didn't tell me the exact
area, of course, so we are ...exploring."
As they walked towards the sales counter, a black-haired girl came out the back, dressed
in a black tank top and blood-red skirt. "May I help you?" She asked, dully.
"Yes, we are looking for something called the flaming rose." Giles said.
"Hmm." The girl frowned. "I've never heard of it before."
"It's also called the carnation of blood." Willow piped in helpfully.
"Oh. That. Right here." The girl said, making her way through the shop to a particular
shelf filled with different flowers. "Oh, oops. We don't have any left."
Giles looked at Willow, and back again at the salesgirl. "You don't have any left?"
The girl shrugged. "Nope. It's not like we stock many of them, no one ever buys them."
Giles looked at her pleadingly. "Do you know where we can find them?"
"Oh, pfft." She said, waving her hand. "They grow everywhere. It's a very ugly little
flower, the stem is very thick and the petals are a brownish-black. You can look in the
reserve just south of here, it's practically overrun with them. You're not technically
allowed to pick them, but it's not like anyone's gonna stop you."
"Thank you." Giles said.
"Let's go!" Willow exclaimed, dragging Giles out of the store.
* * *
"Angelus," Kalika smiled, entering the mansion. "Darla. Drusilla." She nodded at the
women. Again, she was dressed in a business costume, a blue jacket over a white blouse
and a knee-length navy skirt. "Will you be staying here?" She looked up at the ceiling of
the mansion, which was cracked and sagging.
"Yes." Drusilla said spacily. "This is our home."
"Well, we had another place planned but I guess this will.. do." She grimaced.
"Where are the other vampires you've promised?" Angelus scowled.
"Ah. Right here." She closed her eyes for a moment and about fifty vampires appeared
behind her, cringing at the sun and astonished that they were not currently bursting into
flames. "Don't worry. I've picked the best. They already know what's happening."
"They're *all* going to stay with us?" Darla cut in.
"You have room enough, darling." Kalika smirked. "Now will you let us in for a tour?"
Darla rolled her eyes. She turned her back to them and walked away, glowering at Angelus.
* * *
Buffy held the bomb in her hand, watching the mansion through the dark eyelashes of her
narrowed eyes. She could see no movement in the building and sensed no heartbeats.
She frowned. Was she too late? She cursed silently at herself for letting herself be
carried away by Spike.
Then she saw a flash of long, pale golden hair in the window.
Angels.
She smiled. Perhaps angels did not have heartbeats. She walked a bit closer to the house
and peered through one of the windows. There was no one in this room.
Perfect.
She twisted the sphere and it opened, revealing a timer. She saw the small silver button
Lucifer shown her and she pressed it. She heard a beep and wasted no time, flinging
it through the window, shattering the glass.
Fifteen seconds pass quickly.
She barely made it to the other side of the street.
* * *
"Aha! The Sacred Deserts." Giles read triumphantly as they passed the sign. The desert
rolled on and on, a neverending ocean of sand. Now and then a shrub poked out of the ground
or a rock, shaped by erosion, stood in its loneliness under the beaming sun.
"Let's stop over there." Willow pointed to an information centre. "We can ask them some
questions."
"Alright." Giles slowed down and parked his red convertible in the parking lot. There
was only one other car there. Evidently, this place was hardly visited. The centre was
only a wooden little structure white-washed so many times that the old paint crumbled under
the next layer.
A cheery old man greeted them. "Good afternoon!" Obviously, there had not been visitors
for some time. The pamphlets dated back to 1995.
Giles nodded at him. "We were just wondering, where we could find this certain flower.
It's called the carnation of blood, also known as the flaming rose?"
"Oh, those weeds. They grow everywhere, even behind this building here. You can pick them
if you like, I hereby give you permission." The man winked.
Willow smiled at him kindly. "Thank you sir."
"Have a good day!" He hollered after them, waving a pudgy hand amicably.
They walked to the back of the building, and sure enough, against the wall, grew a single
carnation. The girl was right; it wasn't a very pretty flower and the thorns made it hard
to pick, or rather, impossible. The stem was tough, like that of most weeds, and wouldn't
break.
Willow groaned. "Why didn't we bring scissors?"
She stepped back. "Jiandiao!" She cried, and instantly, the stem was cut at the root and
the flower flew towards her. She smiled smugly as she caught it by one of the less thorny
parts of the stalk. "Done. Let's go home."
"Let's." Giles agreed. "We don't know what kind of chaos may be taking place up there."
* * *
"What was that?" Darla asked suddenly, hearing the window shatter.
"Intruder." Drusilla giggled. "Someone that shouldn't be here. She's a fool."
"Who?" Kalika asked, peeved at Drusilla's antics. What was the matter with the girl?
"Nothing is what it seems." Drusilla whispered. "They call seals sea lions when they
are not lions at all."
Angelus frowned. Where had he heard that before?
He had no more time to think as the world exploded around him and he knew only darkness.
* * *
Buffy ducked, covering her ears, as she felt the force of the explosion knock her to the
ground. When it was over, she stood up, watching the building go up in flames, a smile
plastered onto her lips.
Shrapnel flew to her feet and inwardly, she wondered what God's corpse would look like. Or
perhaps angels did not leave corpses?
Then she took a look at the debris and froze. The head of a porcelain doll, drenched in
red, red blood. The doll had been blindfolded and gagged. It seemed symbolic, and it
disturbed her greatly.
Angels did not bleed in red.
She continued to watch the house burn. After a minute she saw a woman walk out, and it
perplexed her that this woman could survive an explosion like that.
Then she saw the woman's face. Kalika.
Shit.
Her hair was on fire and her expression was murderous. "What the *fuck* are you trying
to pull, Buffy?" She screamed as she drew near.
"I don't know what- what-" She didn't get to finish as Kalika punched her in the face,
knocking her onto the concrete. She gasped and swallowed blood, and before she could get
up, Kalika was sitting on her stomach, her hand at Buffy's throat.
"Now." Kalika said, very slowly and calmly. "You are going to tell me why the FUCK did you
just blow up a mansion which housed 53 goddamned master vampires, THREE of which are
Angelus, Darla, and Drusilla!" She roared, her tone getting more furious with each word.
"I didn't know." Buffy said quietly.
Kalika got off of her and threw her hands up in frustration. "Well," She said
sarcastically, "That's just smart, ain't it! Just go blowing up mansions for fun now?
What the fuck is wrong with you?" Her hair was still in flames but she didn't seem to mind.
"Do you know how friggin' long it took to find all those vamps? Huh?" She continued.
"Shit. Lucifer's gonna kill us. Literally. You got it lucky, Buffy, when you die, you
still go to Hell. I die and I'm gone. I become part of the dirt. Pfft."
"It was a mistake." Buffy said as she got up, dusting herself off. "I- There must have
been a mistake."
Kalika looked at her expectantly, her arms crossed, lips pursed.
"Lucifer-- he told me to bomb the mansion-- it must have been the wrong one."
"What?" Kalika said in disbelief.
"He said, bomb the mansion! I asked him, Angel's mansion? And he said yes--" She babbled.
"Shit. What are you, some kind of idiot? That was no mistake, Buffy."
"I don't understand. What do you mean?" Buffy said desperately.
Kalika shook her head. "I *said*, this wasn't a mistake. This was a set-up."
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
Please, please, review, and tell me what you think! I beg of you!