Okay, now, I'll point this out now (in response to the advice I was given in a review, not to BuffyBash too much because she's the slayer and all):
Buffy irritates me. She's annoying, why the hell can't she stay bloody well dead? I don't like her. I like most of the other Scoobies (never really been that fond of Xander, though), but Ms Slayer gets on my nerves. So I'll BuffyBash all I like. Have a look at my other Angel-Buffy (crossover, not pairing) fic, 'Spike's got a...girlfriend?' to see a larger amount of BuffyBashing. In the six chapters (so far), I don't think I've missed an opportunity to harrass the annoyance that is the Slayer.
Now that we've got that cleared up, let's get on with the story before I find something else to rant about, kay?
Oh, wait, one last thing:
I've never been quite sure, shanshu involves getting a heartbeat? I can never remember. So, as far as I'm concerned, it does, and if I'm wrong, someone correct me (I'll probably continue any old how, but it's nice to have the facts anyway).
Hey, lookee, ANOTHER thing! I am going to introduce Niamh (an original character from my other story, Spike's got a...girlfriend?) into this story. She'll be mentioned in connection to a demon, and will probably turn up with said demon. Spike and Anya know her, just in case you were wondering. You probably weren't, but hey, I told ya anyhow. Niamh's fun.
Chapter Three
Cordy sat on the counter in the Magic Box, helping Anya count the day's profits. They were supposed to be researching, but after Anya dropped a book on her foot, she'd pouted, sulked, and dragged Cordy off to help her count money instead. Dawn was helping Giles (when she wasn't too grossed out by the books, that is).
The others were out patrolling.
"Angel! Look out!" Buffy shrieked [insert insulting simile here].
Angel spun, ducked, and kicked upwards, wrenching the vampire's head backwards, with a sickening crack. Panting, he leapt upwards and drove a stake into aforementioned vampire's chest.
Buffy didn't have time to congratulate him, she was too busy fighting, but Spike took a moment: "Haven't lost your touch, poof. Married life suits?"
"Shut it, Spike," Buffy grated, raising her stake threateningly.
Angel looked at her briefly, and Snape sniggered openly.
"Two more heading your way, Slayer," Spike dutifully distracted her.
Later, Cordy was tending to Angel's few wounds and Buffy was sulking. She'd moved on, of course she had. Riley, and Spike, and...yeah, she'd moved on. Completely. Totally. And it was great that Angel had moved on, too! Yeah. It was. Really it was.
But did he have to move on with the former May Queen?
Cordelia Chase. Why'd he have to go and 'move on' with her. Hell, he 'moved in' with her. Married. Baby on the way. And fighting demons in their spare time.
It was sickening.
Seriously.
Like, get a room...
...hey wait, they'd already done that. How nice.
Yeurchk.
"So, how's impending motherhood going?" Xander asked Cordy, genuinely curious. Cordy Liam wasn't the same girl as Cordelia Chase, he had decided. She had changed, dramatically, and it wasn't just 'impending motherhood'.
"Pretty good. So, how's waiting for Anya to wake up and divorce you going?" There was no venom in her off-hand insult, it was just easy, familiar territory. They smiled, as if sharing a joke. Which, in a way, they were.
"Pretty good." He matched her tone.
"Don't want to hear about your sex life, either." She added. "Believe me, I've heard more than I ever needed to know from Anya."
Xander flushed with embarrassment, and she laughed at him, patting him on the cheek. "Don't worry about it, dork."
"Aye, aye, cap'n Cordy. Not worrying."
"Cordy!" Angel called. "Need your help over here,"
"What do I get out of it?" her tone was light, easy-breezy, teasing.
"Cordelia..." Angel started to walk towards her.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." She put her hands up in surrender. "Still, if you're wondering about what to get me for birthday, christmas, valentine's, or even a 'I-Love-You-Cordy' present, there's this really nice pendant and bracelet set I was looking at..."
Xander watched the couple (now wasn't that a scary thought) as Angel steered Cordy back to the table where he, Giles and Wesley had been researching.
"I want you to describe the demon for me, Cordelia." Giles instructed.
"It was grey, and probably about 6 or 7 feet tall. Horny--"
Giles looked sternly around before anyone could snigger,
"--ridges for eyebrows and around it's head, sort of like when an almost-bald guy has a bald dome but not around the sides? Anyway, it was like that. And it had green eyes, no pupil, no whites, just green, and little holes where there should have been ears. Big naked dude - trust me, it was a dude - and it was heavily armed." Cordy finished her description.
Giles and Wesley found two matches, and then let Cordy choose which one was right or not.
"A Greeogh demon." Wesley announced.
Anya looked interested. "I dated one of them, once. My friend Niamh had to give me a hand to get rid of him."
"You know Niamh?" Now Spike was interested.
"Hey, guys, catch up some other time." Cordy interrupted them. "Time to research and hunt little big bads."
Spike fell - more or less - silent, and Anya shrugged, finding something else to captivate her attention.
"What does a Greeogh demon do?" Angel asked.
"What my socially-impaired husband means to ask is: how can we kill it?" Cordy translated.
There were more than a few sniggers at this. Buffy glared openly at the dark-haired seer.
Wesley coughed. "Fire and ice."
Several people blinked.
"Both at once?" Xander asked.
"Well, yes."
"Doesn't that defeat the purpose?" Was Buffy's input.
"No, not really." Giles interjected. "What Wesley neglected to mention was that it is part of a spell. A fire-and-ice-ball."
Wesley looked a bit abashed, but nobody was really paying much attention.
"So, we make this little ice-y flame-y thingie and toss it at the demon and we're done? Right?" Xander looked hopefully at them.
But Anya chose now to put in her two cents. "Don't you think we better ask him why he's here? Why he wants to know about you guys?"
"Why?" chorused almost everyone.
"Well, he might want to hire you. Or maybe he's curious about you guys. It could be anything. He doesn't -have- to be here to make trouble." Anya said reasonably.
"She's got a point." Cordy agreed.
***
So, what will happen? Is the Greeogh demon here for good or ill, and is it the same one that Anya dated? (Hint: the answer to that question rhymes with Tess), and will this Niamh person be around too? (Hint: See previous hint).
Should be fun. Well, for me and you lovely readers. Buffy probably won't enjoy it much...
Toodles to yoodles,
Adele Elisabeth
Buffy irritates me. She's annoying, why the hell can't she stay bloody well dead? I don't like her. I like most of the other Scoobies (never really been that fond of Xander, though), but Ms Slayer gets on my nerves. So I'll BuffyBash all I like. Have a look at my other Angel-Buffy (crossover, not pairing) fic, 'Spike's got a...girlfriend?' to see a larger amount of BuffyBashing. In the six chapters (so far), I don't think I've missed an opportunity to harrass the annoyance that is the Slayer.
Now that we've got that cleared up, let's get on with the story before I find something else to rant about, kay?
Oh, wait, one last thing:
I've never been quite sure, shanshu involves getting a heartbeat? I can never remember. So, as far as I'm concerned, it does, and if I'm wrong, someone correct me (I'll probably continue any old how, but it's nice to have the facts anyway).
Hey, lookee, ANOTHER thing! I am going to introduce Niamh (an original character from my other story, Spike's got a...girlfriend?) into this story. She'll be mentioned in connection to a demon, and will probably turn up with said demon. Spike and Anya know her, just in case you were wondering. You probably weren't, but hey, I told ya anyhow. Niamh's fun.
Chapter Three
Cordy sat on the counter in the Magic Box, helping Anya count the day's profits. They were supposed to be researching, but after Anya dropped a book on her foot, she'd pouted, sulked, and dragged Cordy off to help her count money instead. Dawn was helping Giles (when she wasn't too grossed out by the books, that is).
The others were out patrolling.
"Angel! Look out!" Buffy shrieked [insert insulting simile here].
Angel spun, ducked, and kicked upwards, wrenching the vampire's head backwards, with a sickening crack. Panting, he leapt upwards and drove a stake into aforementioned vampire's chest.
Buffy didn't have time to congratulate him, she was too busy fighting, but Spike took a moment: "Haven't lost your touch, poof. Married life suits?"
"Shut it, Spike," Buffy grated, raising her stake threateningly.
Angel looked at her briefly, and Snape sniggered openly.
"Two more heading your way, Slayer," Spike dutifully distracted her.
Later, Cordy was tending to Angel's few wounds and Buffy was sulking. She'd moved on, of course she had. Riley, and Spike, and...yeah, she'd moved on. Completely. Totally. And it was great that Angel had moved on, too! Yeah. It was. Really it was.
But did he have to move on with the former May Queen?
Cordelia Chase. Why'd he have to go and 'move on' with her. Hell, he 'moved in' with her. Married. Baby on the way. And fighting demons in their spare time.
It was sickening.
Seriously.
Like, get a room...
...hey wait, they'd already done that. How nice.
Yeurchk.
"So, how's impending motherhood going?" Xander asked Cordy, genuinely curious. Cordy Liam wasn't the same girl as Cordelia Chase, he had decided. She had changed, dramatically, and it wasn't just 'impending motherhood'.
"Pretty good. So, how's waiting for Anya to wake up and divorce you going?" There was no venom in her off-hand insult, it was just easy, familiar territory. They smiled, as if sharing a joke. Which, in a way, they were.
"Pretty good." He matched her tone.
"Don't want to hear about your sex life, either." She added. "Believe me, I've heard more than I ever needed to know from Anya."
Xander flushed with embarrassment, and she laughed at him, patting him on the cheek. "Don't worry about it, dork."
"Aye, aye, cap'n Cordy. Not worrying."
"Cordy!" Angel called. "Need your help over here,"
"What do I get out of it?" her tone was light, easy-breezy, teasing.
"Cordelia..." Angel started to walk towards her.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." She put her hands up in surrender. "Still, if you're wondering about what to get me for birthday, christmas, valentine's, or even a 'I-Love-You-Cordy' present, there's this really nice pendant and bracelet set I was looking at..."
Xander watched the couple (now wasn't that a scary thought) as Angel steered Cordy back to the table where he, Giles and Wesley had been researching.
"I want you to describe the demon for me, Cordelia." Giles instructed.
"It was grey, and probably about 6 or 7 feet tall. Horny--"
Giles looked sternly around before anyone could snigger,
"--ridges for eyebrows and around it's head, sort of like when an almost-bald guy has a bald dome but not around the sides? Anyway, it was like that. And it had green eyes, no pupil, no whites, just green, and little holes where there should have been ears. Big naked dude - trust me, it was a dude - and it was heavily armed." Cordy finished her description.
Giles and Wesley found two matches, and then let Cordy choose which one was right or not.
"A Greeogh demon." Wesley announced.
Anya looked interested. "I dated one of them, once. My friend Niamh had to give me a hand to get rid of him."
"You know Niamh?" Now Spike was interested.
"Hey, guys, catch up some other time." Cordy interrupted them. "Time to research and hunt little big bads."
Spike fell - more or less - silent, and Anya shrugged, finding something else to captivate her attention.
"What does a Greeogh demon do?" Angel asked.
"What my socially-impaired husband means to ask is: how can we kill it?" Cordy translated.
There were more than a few sniggers at this. Buffy glared openly at the dark-haired seer.
Wesley coughed. "Fire and ice."
Several people blinked.
"Both at once?" Xander asked.
"Well, yes."
"Doesn't that defeat the purpose?" Was Buffy's input.
"No, not really." Giles interjected. "What Wesley neglected to mention was that it is part of a spell. A fire-and-ice-ball."
Wesley looked a bit abashed, but nobody was really paying much attention.
"So, we make this little ice-y flame-y thingie and toss it at the demon and we're done? Right?" Xander looked hopefully at them.
But Anya chose now to put in her two cents. "Don't you think we better ask him why he's here? Why he wants to know about you guys?"
"Why?" chorused almost everyone.
"Well, he might want to hire you. Or maybe he's curious about you guys. It could be anything. He doesn't -have- to be here to make trouble." Anya said reasonably.
"She's got a point." Cordy agreed.
***
So, what will happen? Is the Greeogh demon here for good or ill, and is it the same one that Anya dated? (Hint: the answer to that question rhymes with Tess), and will this Niamh person be around too? (Hint: See previous hint).
Should be fun. Well, for me and you lovely readers. Buffy probably won't enjoy it much...
Toodles to yoodles,
Adele Elisabeth