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: Guys, please stop yelling at me! [bewildered] If I make Spike bad, you want him good,
if I make him good, you want him bad! AHHH! I'm gonna do it my way!!
[Breathing heavily] Okay, I'm done now, back to all smiles. :)
Hell Unleashed- Chapter 9
---------------------------------
Faith's lips curled into a grim smile as she dragged the blond vampire's body onto the
pavement of the house's driveway. Twirling her weapon of choice in her hand, she looked
down at Buffy's face for a minute, cocking her head to one side.
Those golden lashes and pale yellow hair she had always envied. It was too bad they had
both come to this.
"Pfft." She said to herself, refusing to believe she was getting all teary-eyed over the
past. The past was long-gone; There was only now.
She shrugged, and plunged the wooden implement into her foe's heart.
* * *
"We lost Peter." He said suddenly, in a sad tone.
Michael froze. Never had the rivalry between the two names come to this. Even in the
history of time, rarely did the creatures of Evil seek out and murder the creatures of Good.
Each held a respect for the Balance. "She's still here." He said somberly.
"And so is our Slayer."
"We should help her."
"No." Dylan said firmly. "Let them fight it out. We are weak in our human form, Michael,
and we cannot risk losing more of our kind."
"But Lord, the Slayer. If she dies?"
"It won't matter. She is expendable-- We are not."
His attitude was harsh, something Michael was not accustomed to. "What do we do?" He
squirmed uncomfortably.
"When they are done, we will leave this place; especially if the vampire still lives. We
are no longer going to be on the defensive, Michael. This is war."
"What is your plan?"
"I don't know yet."
"We need more power."
Dylan nodded. "Yes. Call on the others."
* * *
She coughed up blood as she came to, feeling wetness at her breast. Groaning, she looked
at her chest and gasped as she saw the gash at her heart. She looked up and winced as she
saw her agressor's face, and stared some more when she saw the surprised look and the
bloodied stake.
//No stake can kill you.\\ Her demon had said.
Rolling to her side, she vomitted, and then struggled to get back onto her feet.
"Oh my God, is this like a party?" Came a voice behind them. The two girls whirled around
to see a head of blond curls.
Faith looked at the newcomer in dismay. She had no other weapons.
She ran, and the other two women made no attempt to follow her.
"Glory, what are you doing alive?" Buffy glared as soon as she came over her surprise.
"I could say the same for you." The Hellgod said pointedly. "And then again, maybe not."
She raised her eyebrows as she saw the stake-wound. "Ouch. That's gotta hurt."
"Shut up."
"Daddy's not going to be happy!" She said in a sing-song voice.
Buffy growled at her.
* * *
Giles sat in his chair, scanning through his books nervously. Willow was preparing in the
training room in the back, meditating. He flipped to the section on phoenixes, just to be
sure.
There were four chapters on the phoenix, and he did not have the time to read it all.
Skipping through the sections, he turned to the page on 'Summoning.'
"Unless the world to which the phoenix will be summoned possesses the effective
counter-type, the balance between the elements will be tipped, and fire will rage through
the earth, eating up all that is in its path." He flipped the page again, and to his
dismay, the next pages were ripped and the text was illegible.
And Willow had said she had done all the appropriate research! What was she thinking?
And suddenly, he knew exactly what Willow was thinking. He cursed himself for not looking
into it himself, and for letting Willow try such a dangerous spell.
He flew to the training room, and like he had suspected, the door was locked, probably by
magic. Knocking on the door frantically, he shouted and screamed like a madman, but Willow
appeared to not have heard.
He watched, helpless, as she picked up the rose and tied the strand of hair to its stem
carefully. She closed her eyes and began to chant in Latin.
He felt the hairs on his neck and arms rise as her eyes became dark with power.
But nothing happened.
He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to knock on the door until the flesh on his
knuckles was broken.
She did not hear.
She picked up the rose and frowned. Suddenly, she recoiled, and Giles saw that one of the
thorns had pricked her. Her blood ran down the stalk, and when she touched the petals,
the blood swelled in the centre of the flower.
He stared on in surprise and terror as the flower burst into a yellow flame.
//Flaming rose. Carnation of blood.\\ And everything suddenly made sense.
She stared intently into the golden blaze.
He blinked as she screamed, and her essence was seperated from her body.
* * *
"You were beaten by a.. a Slayer?" Lucifer said, his eyes dancing with fury. Glory lazed
on a leather divan behind him, inspecting her red-painted nails.
Buffy glared back at him. "Why don't *you* go and fight God and his angels? Why don't
*you* risk your ass? Oh, but I forgot, you're so mighty powerful that you spend all day
telling *other* people what to do."
"Silence." The archdevil said dangerously.
"Maybe I *want* to talk. And the first thing I wanna talk about is the lousy so-called
super-power thingy you gave me. 'Cause really, I'm not feeling it. If you're so
all-powerful, why don't you make me tougher, huh?
"Maybe I don't wanna do your fucking dirty work anymore. I killed one of 'em. There's two
left, you deal with them." She threw up her hands and walked towards the door.
And she screamed.
There was a typed of fire that clung to her internally, and she felt as though she was
exploding.
"You fail to understand my power." She heard him say, vaguely.
The pain stopped finally as she collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
"You will do whatever I say." He said icily. "Because you are my child now.
"I gave you the power you have, Slayer. Ever heard of the saying that everything you do
comes back tenfold? It comes from this. You can't *make* power. You have to take whatever
exists. That means it took the power of ten hellgods to give you the power you have now."
He sneered. "And it better not go to waste." He said, hissing.
He turned away from her, and paced across the room. "And the gift I gave you and your
vampire friends.. the ones you blew up. Somewhere, out there, there are 40 humans who now
burn under the sun. They are probably dead." He chuckled.
Immediately, his tone became harsh again. Deadly. "There will be no more of this
foolishness. Kalika has been taken care of. And you will no longer go prancing of with
your precious boytoy, the traitor. You will stay in this building, where we can keep close
watch on your actions."
He kicked at her, cruelly, from her position and she went sliding into the wall.
"You will do what I say because I say it. And if you disobey, there will be punishment."
He spat.
"Death." She whispered.
He shakes his head. "No. Worse."
* * *
Faith ran. When she was far enough away for her liking, she stopped, bending over and
gasping for breath.
She saw the bushes beside her shaking in the corner of her eye, and she stepped closer to
investigate.
When a black-clad figure burst out of the greenery, she dropped into a defensive stance,
having no weapons. Then she recognized him and dropped her fists. "Oh. It's you." She
said, slightly disappointed.
The figure glared at her. "Yeah. And who are you?"
"The Slayer." She tossed her dark curls behind her shoulder.
"Slayer? They got a new one already?"
"No, I'm Faith. You know, the screwed up one that landed in jail."
"Ah. What are you doing out? Of jail, I mean."
"Some people bailed me out."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"Good."
"Right."
They walked on in uncomfortable silence, each hoping that a baddie would come their way.
But no such luck.
* * *
She arched her back in pain. Opening her eyes, she saw a world of white before her; a
white so pure and unmarred that the brilliance hurt her eyes, yet it held a type of beauty
she had never before witnessed.
Picking herself up, she looked down at herself, and was only mildly surprised when her
body was a transparent, glowing silver.
A strange cord protruded from her belly, and she looked at it curiously. Holding it
delicately with her fingers, she blinked as she saw the silver disappear into her flesh.
How bizarre.
She looked back and saw that it disappeared into the whiteness, the origin probably being
home. She smiled as she thought of it; the place she would never again see. She regretted
it on some level, but it was her own life, and this was her destiny. Finally she saw
some purpose in her craft, although she was sad, leaving Tara and those she loved, behind.
But this was the way it was supposed to be.
She pushed thoughts of home and destiny out of her mind and concentrated on her immediate
surroundings. Before her lay a vast expanse of eternal purity. She closed her eyes, and
instantly, she knew the way. She took a few steps forward, awkward on her strange feet,
and felt the tug of the cord on her belly.
She had to do it. She could not let them find her, bring her back, before she had
accomplished her mission.
She closed her eyes and pulled out the silver cord.
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
Sorry guys, I know it took a long time to get this chapter up, but lately I've been busy
working on another piece. If you have time, check it out-- it's called 'Yesterday's Child',
and it's a Buffy/Roswell Crossover fic.
Please review!
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: Guys, please stop yelling at me! [bewildered] If I make Spike bad, you want him good,
if I make him good, you want him bad! AHHH! I'm gonna do it my way!!
[Breathing heavily] Okay, I'm done now, back to all smiles. :)
Hell Unleashed- Chapter 9
---------------------------------
Faith's lips curled into a grim smile as she dragged the blond vampire's body onto the
pavement of the house's driveway. Twirling her weapon of choice in her hand, she looked
down at Buffy's face for a minute, cocking her head to one side.
Those golden lashes and pale yellow hair she had always envied. It was too bad they had
both come to this.
"Pfft." She said to herself, refusing to believe she was getting all teary-eyed over the
past. The past was long-gone; There was only now.
She shrugged, and plunged the wooden implement into her foe's heart.
* * *
"We lost Peter." He said suddenly, in a sad tone.
Michael froze. Never had the rivalry between the two names come to this. Even in the
history of time, rarely did the creatures of Evil seek out and murder the creatures of Good.
Each held a respect for the Balance. "She's still here." He said somberly.
"And so is our Slayer."
"We should help her."
"No." Dylan said firmly. "Let them fight it out. We are weak in our human form, Michael,
and we cannot risk losing more of our kind."
"But Lord, the Slayer. If she dies?"
"It won't matter. She is expendable-- We are not."
His attitude was harsh, something Michael was not accustomed to. "What do we do?" He
squirmed uncomfortably.
"When they are done, we will leave this place; especially if the vampire still lives. We
are no longer going to be on the defensive, Michael. This is war."
"What is your plan?"
"I don't know yet."
"We need more power."
Dylan nodded. "Yes. Call on the others."
* * *
She coughed up blood as she came to, feeling wetness at her breast. Groaning, she looked
at her chest and gasped as she saw the gash at her heart. She looked up and winced as she
saw her agressor's face, and stared some more when she saw the surprised look and the
bloodied stake.
//No stake can kill you.\\ Her demon had said.
Rolling to her side, she vomitted, and then struggled to get back onto her feet.
"Oh my God, is this like a party?" Came a voice behind them. The two girls whirled around
to see a head of blond curls.
Faith looked at the newcomer in dismay. She had no other weapons.
She ran, and the other two women made no attempt to follow her.
"Glory, what are you doing alive?" Buffy glared as soon as she came over her surprise.
"I could say the same for you." The Hellgod said pointedly. "And then again, maybe not."
She raised her eyebrows as she saw the stake-wound. "Ouch. That's gotta hurt."
"Shut up."
"Daddy's not going to be happy!" She said in a sing-song voice.
Buffy growled at her.
* * *
Giles sat in his chair, scanning through his books nervously. Willow was preparing in the
training room in the back, meditating. He flipped to the section on phoenixes, just to be
sure.
There were four chapters on the phoenix, and he did not have the time to read it all.
Skipping through the sections, he turned to the page on 'Summoning.'
"Unless the world to which the phoenix will be summoned possesses the effective
counter-type, the balance between the elements will be tipped, and fire will rage through
the earth, eating up all that is in its path." He flipped the page again, and to his
dismay, the next pages were ripped and the text was illegible.
And Willow had said she had done all the appropriate research! What was she thinking?
And suddenly, he knew exactly what Willow was thinking. He cursed himself for not looking
into it himself, and for letting Willow try such a dangerous spell.
He flew to the training room, and like he had suspected, the door was locked, probably by
magic. Knocking on the door frantically, he shouted and screamed like a madman, but Willow
appeared to not have heard.
He watched, helpless, as she picked up the rose and tied the strand of hair to its stem
carefully. She closed her eyes and began to chant in Latin.
He felt the hairs on his neck and arms rise as her eyes became dark with power.
But nothing happened.
He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to knock on the door until the flesh on his
knuckles was broken.
She did not hear.
She picked up the rose and frowned. Suddenly, she recoiled, and Giles saw that one of the
thorns had pricked her. Her blood ran down the stalk, and when she touched the petals,
the blood swelled in the centre of the flower.
He stared on in surprise and terror as the flower burst into a yellow flame.
//Flaming rose. Carnation of blood.\\ And everything suddenly made sense.
She stared intently into the golden blaze.
He blinked as she screamed, and her essence was seperated from her body.
* * *
"You were beaten by a.. a Slayer?" Lucifer said, his eyes dancing with fury. Glory lazed
on a leather divan behind him, inspecting her red-painted nails.
Buffy glared back at him. "Why don't *you* go and fight God and his angels? Why don't
*you* risk your ass? Oh, but I forgot, you're so mighty powerful that you spend all day
telling *other* people what to do."
"Silence." The archdevil said dangerously.
"Maybe I *want* to talk. And the first thing I wanna talk about is the lousy so-called
super-power thingy you gave me. 'Cause really, I'm not feeling it. If you're so
all-powerful, why don't you make me tougher, huh?
"Maybe I don't wanna do your fucking dirty work anymore. I killed one of 'em. There's two
left, you deal with them." She threw up her hands and walked towards the door.
And she screamed.
There was a typed of fire that clung to her internally, and she felt as though she was
exploding.
"You fail to understand my power." She heard him say, vaguely.
The pain stopped finally as she collapsed to the floor, sobbing.
"You will do whatever I say." He said icily. "Because you are my child now.
"I gave you the power you have, Slayer. Ever heard of the saying that everything you do
comes back tenfold? It comes from this. You can't *make* power. You have to take whatever
exists. That means it took the power of ten hellgods to give you the power you have now."
He sneered. "And it better not go to waste." He said, hissing.
He turned away from her, and paced across the room. "And the gift I gave you and your
vampire friends.. the ones you blew up. Somewhere, out there, there are 40 humans who now
burn under the sun. They are probably dead." He chuckled.
Immediately, his tone became harsh again. Deadly. "There will be no more of this
foolishness. Kalika has been taken care of. And you will no longer go prancing of with
your precious boytoy, the traitor. You will stay in this building, where we can keep close
watch on your actions."
He kicked at her, cruelly, from her position and she went sliding into the wall.
"You will do what I say because I say it. And if you disobey, there will be punishment."
He spat.
"Death." She whispered.
He shakes his head. "No. Worse."
* * *
Faith ran. When she was far enough away for her liking, she stopped, bending over and
gasping for breath.
She saw the bushes beside her shaking in the corner of her eye, and she stepped closer to
investigate.
When a black-clad figure burst out of the greenery, she dropped into a defensive stance,
having no weapons. Then she recognized him and dropped her fists. "Oh. It's you." She
said, slightly disappointed.
The figure glared at her. "Yeah. And who are you?"
"The Slayer." She tossed her dark curls behind her shoulder.
"Slayer? They got a new one already?"
"No, I'm Faith. You know, the screwed up one that landed in jail."
"Ah. What are you doing out? Of jail, I mean."
"Some people bailed me out."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"Good."
"Right."
They walked on in uncomfortable silence, each hoping that a baddie would come their way.
But no such luck.
* * *
She arched her back in pain. Opening her eyes, she saw a world of white before her; a
white so pure and unmarred that the brilliance hurt her eyes, yet it held a type of beauty
she had never before witnessed.
Picking herself up, she looked down at herself, and was only mildly surprised when her
body was a transparent, glowing silver.
A strange cord protruded from her belly, and she looked at it curiously. Holding it
delicately with her fingers, she blinked as she saw the silver disappear into her flesh.
How bizarre.
She looked back and saw that it disappeared into the whiteness, the origin probably being
home. She smiled as she thought of it; the place she would never again see. She regretted
it on some level, but it was her own life, and this was her destiny. Finally she saw
some purpose in her craft, although she was sad, leaving Tara and those she loved, behind.
But this was the way it was supposed to be.
She pushed thoughts of home and destiny out of her mind and concentrated on her immediate
surroundings. Before her lay a vast expanse of eternal purity. She closed her eyes, and
instantly, she knew the way. She took a few steps forward, awkward on her strange feet,
and felt the tug of the cord on her belly.
She had to do it. She could not let them find her, bring her back, before she had
accomplished her mission.
She closed her eyes and pulled out the silver cord.
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
Sorry guys, I know it took a long time to get this chapter up, but lately I've been busy
working on another piece. If you have time, check it out-- it's called 'Yesterday's Child',
and it's a Buffy/Roswell Crossover fic.
Please review!