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 10
---------------------------------
He watched on as the two creatures moved together in a dance of sorts, narrowing his green
slits of eyes. He followed their movements as he padded on stealthily, the underside of his
paws cushioning his step.
"Phew. That was the ninth vamp we've dusted today!" She exclaimed, pushing her hair back
from her face.
"Yeah. There's been a lot more action goin' on this past week." The vampire said.
The girl sat down on a grave marker and slouched, breathing heavily. "And about the whole
heavenly war thing. *How* exactly are we supposed to kill all these devils?"
His whiskers twitched.
The vampire tensed, suddenly. "There's someone here."
The girl looked around, and seeing nothing, turned back to him. "Relax, Spike. There's no
one here 'cept us."
He was not convinced. Seeing the dark form hiding in the shadows, he pounced, and
produced a shrieking black feline: not quite a housecat, not quite a wildcat either.
She laughed. "I gotta give it to ya, Spike. You're paranoid."
"This," The blonde said, scowling, "is *not* a cat."
Her eyes grew serious. "Then what is it?"
He squirmed under the vampire's grip, but it was hopeless in his current state.
"Watch." The vampire produced a small knife and knicked the ball of fur on the leg, and it
bled. Not red blood like the creatures of Earth, but a black, tar-like fluid.
He snarled, showing his teeth, and attempted to bite the creature that was holding him
hostage.
"A devil." His captor stated.
"Are we sure?"
"We can make sure." And the vampire twisted.
Erra snarled and spat and struggled as his vision faded and he became one with the earth.
* * *
Giles was panicking, for lack of anything more useful to do. He had previously called Tara
and Xander, and they were on their way, to arrive at any moment now. Their only hope was
if Tara could somehow reach Willow's essence and convince her to come back. He bit his
tongue, thinking.
By God, they were in a bad fix. If the phoenix were to scorch the earth, it would not be
a quick death for any of them. Picking up the book again, he decided to read more on the
subject, in case he could find any more useful information.
"When the Universe was new, three powerful forces were created. One was born of light.
One was born of ash. And another was born of fire.
"The Light and the Ash were enemies from the beginning, because their origins were so close
and yet so opposite. Energy and matter. Light and dark. Day and night.
"But the Fire permitted no harm to be done, for it was a stronger power than any of the two,
because he was neither light nor dark, yet both. And through the ages, he remained the
Keeper of the Balance.
"They each created a home for themselves; Light in the skies, Ash in the underworld, and
Fire upon the land. And the rivalry continued still, because of one thing more than any
else.
"For they were brothers."
* * *
She wandered forwards, her bare feet cold on the misty ground. She knew which direction
to go instinctively and followed her mind without question. Her skin felt wet, and she
shivered uncomfortably.
She hugged herself tightly, but for no use. It seemed she had no body heat in this strange
world. She paced faster, eager to find her destination.
And all at once, everything changed.
No longer was it the stretch of seafoam that she saw in front of her but an infinitely wide
meadow of dewy grass. To one side was a small hill, peaking at a blunt angle and stroking
the fourteen suns. Smiling a little, she ran through the weed, knowing exactly where to
head, which direction to turn.
She reached the little peak, and gasped in horror at what she saw.
Millions and millions of angels and devils, gathered in middleground, in combat. The angels
were armed with golden longswords, but the devils carried nothing.
She blinked, astonished, and watched as hundreds of these creatures turned to either light
or ash. She cried out for a second, marvelling at the beauty of these fabled beasts.
It was magnificent.
White brilliance and silver wing clashed with dark beauty and blood-red fury, and her
stomach lurched a little at the strangely colored blood that was spilt so abundantly upon
the grass.
She closed her eyes, and all doubt left her mind.
* * *
Tara was at loss. She stared at the tome blankly, gathering strength. Her one love was
was captivated in a state of mind that could mean the destruction of the Earth.
No, things like this didn't happen every day, not to normal girls.
Her fingers traced the lines of characters that scrambled across the page, and she smiled
grimly as she found that which she was searching for. They were counting on her. Giles.
Xander. The world. She was their only hope.
And tears came to her eyes.
Sniffing, she blinked them back, and forced herself into an upright position.
She closed her eyes loosely and recited the peculiar words which she had so quickly
memorized.
Oh Goddess, had she pronounced that word wrong? Oh Lord.
She screamed, and her body fell limp, but her mind soared. Willow! Willow? And nothing
save the the light harkened.
Light! She followed it and blinked as she came to a bright passage, a white type of room..
was it indoors? Was it outside? Was it even real?
Willow! Willow had been here. A flash of silver caught her eye and she stumbled towards
it hurriedly. A length of rope, or something like it. Yes, Willow had been here and the
rope belonged to her.
It reeked of her essence, of her existence. Follow it, Tara, follow. No no no, this wasn't
right. Something was wrong. Wrong!
Her head screamed. Was it a head, after all? No no, it wasn't real. Nothing's real.
Her head doesn't ache. It doesn't feel like it's going to explode.
Not real. Not real!
Something wasn't right. No no, it couldn't be.
The rope had been severed.
* * *
"Tara?" She whispered. Her brow furrowed. No! What was Tara doing here? "Tara!"
//Willow.\\
Tara! Tara, where are you? She spun around, searching frantically.
The other girl sobbed. //Willow, you have to come back.\\
No! No, she couldn't come back. Why couldn't Tara see? It was her destiny.
//Trust me. You don't know what will happen if-- if you succeed.\\
Of course she knew what would happen! Heaven and Hell would be saved!
//There's more than that. There's consequences.\\
No, no..
//Earth will be destroyed. Burned.\\
Yes, but..
//And we will all die, Willow. People are going to die! Everyone in this dimension.\\
Willow sobbed. Did she think she didn't know? She had known!
//Then why?\\ Her lover pleaded. //Why?\\
Tara couldn't understand. She could never. But it was right! It was the right thing!
//Please listen.\\
No. She couldn't.
//Please come home. We need you to come home.\\
Sorry.
//Willow! Everything you've ever known! Everything you've ever lived for! Everything.
Destroyed! How can you?\\
She knew. Oh Goddess, she knew. And it was hard, but it had to be done.
//Please.\\ Tara sobbed. //Willow, I love you. You need to come back.\\
Couldn't she see? This was the only way!
//It's not. Come back, we'll figure something out. Something else!\\
There's nothing else. Willow had been reading. The only way to stop the two brothers was
to bring in the father.
//Willow!\\
No. It's a game! It's all a game!
//It's not a game. It's real!\\
A game. It's a game, and somebody has to make the sacrifice.
* * *
She woke in a strange dark room, lit only by a few thin candles that stood on the dresser
in the corner. The bed was too luxurious to be real, surely, and yet it stood solid under
her body.
Aha. She was at Lucifer's place.
She scowled. Since when did she take orders from anyone? Not teachers, not the Council.
But this-- this was rather different. She didn't have a choice, did she?
And her thoughts drifted back to Spike. Stop it! Why did she have to think about him now,
of all times? Forget Spike. He was a loser and a traitor.
And yet she was not convinced.
Part of her hurt inside, that he would betray her. Well what do you expect? He was a
vampire.
Oh. Right. She had forgotten.
So was she.
* * *
Sorry Tara, she whispered, and she wiped the tears from her face. She was alone again,
and her destination was close. She could sense the bird somewhere, somewhere nearby.
She walked on.
Her feet were sore and her legs were tiring, but it had to be done. She laughed, choking
on the tears, as she thought of how she must look. A weak little girl searching for the
most powerful being in the universe to bring home.
Laughable.
She passed an enormous rock cave when she got a sort of tingly feeling, a slight sensation
that burned on her skin, making her skittish.
Curious, she peered in and saw that the it was mysteriously lit by an unkown source.
She stepped down the stairs, her senses alert for any type of intrusion. The staircase
went on for a long while, and she was relieved when it ended.
Yes. This must be the way.
The light grew stronger with each step, until she had to squint, because it blinded her.
And there it was.
He was the biggest thing she had ever seen; The claws on the ends of his talons were
taller than she. And yet she did not feel afraid. Flames spurted from his body like
feathers, but she felt no heat.
"Fire." She whispered his name and bowed before him. Fire, who produced Light and Ash.
//You are the witch. The wisdom.\\
Yes.
//You have risked much.\\
It was the right thing to do.
//You sound very sure.\\
She did not falter. She was sure.
//Ah. You are not afraid.\\
No.
//You have power.\\
Nothing compared to this.
//You have few years, but I respect your craft.\\
Thank you.
//You have come to ask me a favour.\\
Come to the dimension of Earth.
//You are fortunate.\\
Why is that?
//I will come.\\
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hang on guys, just a few more chapters left!
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!
Hell Unleashed- Chapter 10
---------------------------------
He watched on as the two creatures moved together in a dance of sorts, narrowing his green
slits of eyes. He followed their movements as he padded on stealthily, the underside of his
paws cushioning his step.
"Phew. That was the ninth vamp we've dusted today!" She exclaimed, pushing her hair back
from her face.
"Yeah. There's been a lot more action goin' on this past week." The vampire said.
The girl sat down on a grave marker and slouched, breathing heavily. "And about the whole
heavenly war thing. *How* exactly are we supposed to kill all these devils?"
His whiskers twitched.
The vampire tensed, suddenly. "There's someone here."
The girl looked around, and seeing nothing, turned back to him. "Relax, Spike. There's no
one here 'cept us."
He was not convinced. Seeing the dark form hiding in the shadows, he pounced, and
produced a shrieking black feline: not quite a housecat, not quite a wildcat either.
She laughed. "I gotta give it to ya, Spike. You're paranoid."
"This," The blonde said, scowling, "is *not* a cat."
Her eyes grew serious. "Then what is it?"
He squirmed under the vampire's grip, but it was hopeless in his current state.
"Watch." The vampire produced a small knife and knicked the ball of fur on the leg, and it
bled. Not red blood like the creatures of Earth, but a black, tar-like fluid.
He snarled, showing his teeth, and attempted to bite the creature that was holding him
hostage.
"A devil." His captor stated.
"Are we sure?"
"We can make sure." And the vampire twisted.
Erra snarled and spat and struggled as his vision faded and he became one with the earth.
* * *
Giles was panicking, for lack of anything more useful to do. He had previously called Tara
and Xander, and they were on their way, to arrive at any moment now. Their only hope was
if Tara could somehow reach Willow's essence and convince her to come back. He bit his
tongue, thinking.
By God, they were in a bad fix. If the phoenix were to scorch the earth, it would not be
a quick death for any of them. Picking up the book again, he decided to read more on the
subject, in case he could find any more useful information.
"When the Universe was new, three powerful forces were created. One was born of light.
One was born of ash. And another was born of fire.
"The Light and the Ash were enemies from the beginning, because their origins were so close
and yet so opposite. Energy and matter. Light and dark. Day and night.
"But the Fire permitted no harm to be done, for it was a stronger power than any of the two,
because he was neither light nor dark, yet both. And through the ages, he remained the
Keeper of the Balance.
"They each created a home for themselves; Light in the skies, Ash in the underworld, and
Fire upon the land. And the rivalry continued still, because of one thing more than any
else.
"For they were brothers."
* * *
She wandered forwards, her bare feet cold on the misty ground. She knew which direction
to go instinctively and followed her mind without question. Her skin felt wet, and she
shivered uncomfortably.
She hugged herself tightly, but for no use. It seemed she had no body heat in this strange
world. She paced faster, eager to find her destination.
And all at once, everything changed.
No longer was it the stretch of seafoam that she saw in front of her but an infinitely wide
meadow of dewy grass. To one side was a small hill, peaking at a blunt angle and stroking
the fourteen suns. Smiling a little, she ran through the weed, knowing exactly where to
head, which direction to turn.
She reached the little peak, and gasped in horror at what she saw.
Millions and millions of angels and devils, gathered in middleground, in combat. The angels
were armed with golden longswords, but the devils carried nothing.
She blinked, astonished, and watched as hundreds of these creatures turned to either light
or ash. She cried out for a second, marvelling at the beauty of these fabled beasts.
It was magnificent.
White brilliance and silver wing clashed with dark beauty and blood-red fury, and her
stomach lurched a little at the strangely colored blood that was spilt so abundantly upon
the grass.
She closed her eyes, and all doubt left her mind.
* * *
Tara was at loss. She stared at the tome blankly, gathering strength. Her one love was
was captivated in a state of mind that could mean the destruction of the Earth.
No, things like this didn't happen every day, not to normal girls.
Her fingers traced the lines of characters that scrambled across the page, and she smiled
grimly as she found that which she was searching for. They were counting on her. Giles.
Xander. The world. She was their only hope.
And tears came to her eyes.
Sniffing, she blinked them back, and forced herself into an upright position.
She closed her eyes loosely and recited the peculiar words which she had so quickly
memorized.
Oh Goddess, had she pronounced that word wrong? Oh Lord.
She screamed, and her body fell limp, but her mind soared. Willow! Willow? And nothing
save the the light harkened.
Light! She followed it and blinked as she came to a bright passage, a white type of room..
was it indoors? Was it outside? Was it even real?
Willow! Willow had been here. A flash of silver caught her eye and she stumbled towards
it hurriedly. A length of rope, or something like it. Yes, Willow had been here and the
rope belonged to her.
It reeked of her essence, of her existence. Follow it, Tara, follow. No no no, this wasn't
right. Something was wrong. Wrong!
Her head screamed. Was it a head, after all? No no, it wasn't real. Nothing's real.
Her head doesn't ache. It doesn't feel like it's going to explode.
Not real. Not real!
Something wasn't right. No no, it couldn't be.
The rope had been severed.
* * *
"Tara?" She whispered. Her brow furrowed. No! What was Tara doing here? "Tara!"
//Willow.\\
Tara! Tara, where are you? She spun around, searching frantically.
The other girl sobbed. //Willow, you have to come back.\\
No! No, she couldn't come back. Why couldn't Tara see? It was her destiny.
//Trust me. You don't know what will happen if-- if you succeed.\\
Of course she knew what would happen! Heaven and Hell would be saved!
//There's more than that. There's consequences.\\
No, no..
//Earth will be destroyed. Burned.\\
Yes, but..
//And we will all die, Willow. People are going to die! Everyone in this dimension.\\
Willow sobbed. Did she think she didn't know? She had known!
//Then why?\\ Her lover pleaded. //Why?\\
Tara couldn't understand. She could never. But it was right! It was the right thing!
//Please listen.\\
No. She couldn't.
//Please come home. We need you to come home.\\
Sorry.
//Willow! Everything you've ever known! Everything you've ever lived for! Everything.
Destroyed! How can you?\\
She knew. Oh Goddess, she knew. And it was hard, but it had to be done.
//Please.\\ Tara sobbed. //Willow, I love you. You need to come back.\\
Couldn't she see? This was the only way!
//It's not. Come back, we'll figure something out. Something else!\\
There's nothing else. Willow had been reading. The only way to stop the two brothers was
to bring in the father.
//Willow!\\
No. It's a game! It's all a game!
//It's not a game. It's real!\\
A game. It's a game, and somebody has to make the sacrifice.
* * *
She woke in a strange dark room, lit only by a few thin candles that stood on the dresser
in the corner. The bed was too luxurious to be real, surely, and yet it stood solid under
her body.
Aha. She was at Lucifer's place.
She scowled. Since when did she take orders from anyone? Not teachers, not the Council.
But this-- this was rather different. She didn't have a choice, did she?
And her thoughts drifted back to Spike. Stop it! Why did she have to think about him now,
of all times? Forget Spike. He was a loser and a traitor.
And yet she was not convinced.
Part of her hurt inside, that he would betray her. Well what do you expect? He was a
vampire.
Oh. Right. She had forgotten.
So was she.
* * *
Sorry Tara, she whispered, and she wiped the tears from her face. She was alone again,
and her destination was close. She could sense the bird somewhere, somewhere nearby.
She walked on.
Her feet were sore and her legs were tiring, but it had to be done. She laughed, choking
on the tears, as she thought of how she must look. A weak little girl searching for the
most powerful being in the universe to bring home.
Laughable.
She passed an enormous rock cave when she got a sort of tingly feeling, a slight sensation
that burned on her skin, making her skittish.
Curious, she peered in and saw that the it was mysteriously lit by an unkown source.
She stepped down the stairs, her senses alert for any type of intrusion. The staircase
went on for a long while, and she was relieved when it ended.
Yes. This must be the way.
The light grew stronger with each step, until she had to squint, because it blinded her.
And there it was.
He was the biggest thing she had ever seen; The claws on the ends of his talons were
taller than she. And yet she did not feel afraid. Flames spurted from his body like
feathers, but she felt no heat.
"Fire." She whispered his name and bowed before him. Fire, who produced Light and Ash.
//You are the witch. The wisdom.\\
Yes.
//You have risked much.\\
It was the right thing to do.
//You sound very sure.\\
She did not falter. She was sure.
//Ah. You are not afraid.\\
No.
//You have power.\\
Nothing compared to this.
//You have few years, but I respect your craft.\\
Thank you.
//You have come to ask me a favour.\\
Come to the dimension of Earth.
//You are fortunate.\\
Why is that?
//I will come.\\
* * *
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hang on guys, just a few more chapters left!
Please review.