Resident Evil: The Sunnydale conspiracy
Author: Vampyr64
Feedback: I would appreciate it
Rating: A heavy R for extreme violence and some language
Distribution: Want, take, have
Category: Story/Angst/Horror/Adventure/Romance
Disclaimer: Joss and mutant enemy own Buffy. Capcom owns Resident Evil. I own the original characters.
Spoilers: General for season 3 – 5
Summary: Xander leaves town to join the S.T.A.R.S.
WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of intense violence and gore.
The Magic Box
Rupert Giles hadn't at all expected to find himself in this position tonight. Of course Buffy, Willow and he dealt with danger all the time so that in itself was no surprise. But rarely did they encounter any dangers such as this….
He stared at the woman standing on the upper steps from the entrance to the shop, her dark hair tied back in a ponytail, blue eyes pinning him in place. Her shapely form outlined by the tight t-shirt and black leather pants she were, her leather jacket hung open, the unmistakable outline of her breasts. Sometimes he found himself caught by the urges of the Ripper again, and this was certainly one of those times. He was after all only human.
He shook it off and addressed her.
"Faith?"
The dark haired beauty smiled that killer grin and began to walk forward, in typical Faith fashion, which is to say that she sauntered, her moves powerful yet incredibly sexy at the same time, her hips swaying back and forth. A maneuver designed to send all the males in proximity into salivating fits.
Giles turned to look at the other woman who was there with him and his mouth fell open in shock. Willow was sitting there, her eyes glued to Faith's figure as it swayed and bounced, her mouth also hanging open, eyes wide. Then Giles remembered that she was after all gay and decided that was enough of that train of thought.
Moving as quickly as he could under the restrictions of the cane, Giles made his way over to the young woman
"Faith, how did you…" he commanded, his fingers squeezing the trigger ever so slightly.
"Why Rupert, what's the matter?" she questioned in that sultry voice of hers. "Miss me?"
The Watcher hobbled forward and took Faith into his arms, holding her tightly. Faith just wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his chest, feeling at peace for the first time in a long time. Giles could hardly believe it, one of his lost children had come home.
The touching moment found itself cut short as the door to the shop swung open once again.
"ere' now, you blokes should keep some bloody lights on in this place, I could hardly see to find m'way ere!"
Giles turned to the newcomer and snorted in derision. "First off Spike; the store is closed, that is why the lights are off. Second; you are a vampire, a creature of the NIGHT remember? You should be able to see fine in the dark."
The blonde wonder gaped at him, then nodded sheepishly. "Right then." Then he caught sight of the dark haired slayer. "Oooohhh kitten, 'aven't seen you for a while then 'ave we? What brings ya t'the good ole Sunny D again?"
Faith fixed the vampire with one of her coldest stairs, "That would be none of your business, Billy Idol wannabe."
Spike seemed taken aback at first, then he just shrugged. "Right, I'll be in the back watching the tele. You did remember to buy some more wheatabix didn't ya Rupes?" Without waiting for a response, Spike moved off into the back room.
Faith turned a curious look on Giles. "It's complicated" the watcher explained, "the short of it would be that he has a chip in his head to ensure he cannot harm humans."
"And you still keep him around…. Why, exactly?"
At that question Giles just shook his head. "We're not really sure. It just seems that whenever we get a good reason to stake him something comes up, like one of those poor plot devices in on tv. It's bloody irritating!"
"Say no more." The slayer held her hand up. "So" she began, making her way down into the shop, "Where's Buffy… and uh," she indicated the still gaping Wicca with her left hand, "What's up with Red?"
Giles sighed loudly, "Let's just say that she's switched teams."
Faith looked at him uncomprehending for a moment, then broke out into a wide grin, "Way to go Red!" she congratulated, slapping the still catatonic girl on the back, "Didn't know you had it in ya!"
At this, Willow slowly titled her head to look at Faith, smiled once…. And then promptly fainted.
The slayer looked down at her in part amusement and part curiosity, while Giles moved off to fetch some cold water, all the while muttering " All the years of training to be a watcher so I can baby-sit lovesick children. Bloody marvelous!"
Buffy snuck occasional glances at Xander as they moved down the empty road toward this hideout that Chris had told them of.
She couldn't get over the change that had taken the young man. His once lanky frame was now broad shouldered and muscular, his hair cut short and cropped, his eyes dark and serious. His dark clothes only served to accentuate the air of danger and viciousness that surrounded him, and both terrified and excited her.
She felt the deepest need to talk to him, to apologize for what she had done to him, for driving him away, to throw herself at his feet and beg his forgiveness, but she couldn't find the courage. She knew there was nothing she could say that could erase these past years, the pain and suffering she put him through. She knew there was no excuse for her actions.
Xander, for his part had pretty much ignored her since they left the Umbrella facility. He hadn't said a word during the short chopper ride, and now, as they moved quietly through the night, he seemed to be in deep thought of something. She hoped he was thinking about her, about them all, but she just couldn't be sure.
Her inner voice spoke up stop this right now! This is NOT the time or the place so stow it! having been properly chastised, Buffy forced her thoughts back onto the current situation. Chris was taking them to his hideout where he claimed to have more manpower waiting. They would get them and head over to Giles shop in order to recruit the rest of the scoobies into this mess. Then they would try to figure out just what the hell it was they were going to do about all this. Then, and only then, could Buffy concentrate on what would happen with her and Xander.
"Here" Chris spoke quietly from up ahead. He motioned toward an old warehouse about 40 meters away that looked to have been abandoned for some time. The perfect hideout.
Silently, the group made its way to the wooden door, coming to a stop just before it. Chris moved forward and rapped on the door with his knuckles.
After a moment the door swung open slightly and a man who looked like a punk rocker stuck his head out. He caught sight of Chris and Nick and simply nodded before pulling the door the rest of the way open. Chris turned and motioned to Buffy and Xander and they followed him and Nick through the door.
The others inside looked up at the newcomers and returning S.T.A.R..S., but Chris cut off any would be speakers with a simple wave of his hand.
"Listen up people. We're moving out! Assemble the gear and get it stowed in the back of the van. We clear out as soon as we're loaded."
A muscular looking man toting a shotgun spoke up. "Change of plans boss."
Chris nodded his head slightly, then shrugged his shoulders. "I'll explain on the way."
The rest of the team was busy hauling metal and plastic cases over to a black van that sat in an otherwise empty portion of the warehouse. It looked like they had enough firepower to start a war and Buffy found herself wondering once again just exactly who these people were. They seemed very well trained, like military. Buffy found herself reminded of the initiative. But their methods were too unorthodox to be military. No, they had to be something smaller scale, like law enforcement, but that didn't make sense to her either.
Seeing Xander over by a bench loading pistols and clips into a large black case, she decided now would be a good time to at least try to get the lines of communication open again. She made her way slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible, as if afraid that if she made too much noise she might frighten him off. His back was to her and he seemed completely focused on what he was doing, and unaware she was behind him.
"Xander.." she called out timidly, and she felt her heart clench when he reflexively tensed at the sound of her voice. not that you should have expected any better, after what you did to him she conscience reminded her cruelly. She stood their, behind him, waiting for him to say something, anything to her, waiting for him to turn around and scream his lungs off at her, to curse her for breaking his heart, something, anything to show a reaction to her. But Xander simply stood there with his back to her.
"Xander." she tried again to get a response, unable to form any words beyond his name, her eyes pleading for him to say something, though he couldn't see her. "Buffy" Alex said at length. Buffy's breath caught in her throat. He said her name so small, so timidly, like she had spoken his. Maybe he had forgiven her, maybe things could be okay between them again. Maybe….
She stood with baited breath as Xander slowly turned to look at her, his eyes piercing her, into her very soul. She watched him as he opened his mouth slowly, words trying to form on his tongue, but it seemed like he was having difficulty getting them out. Finally, he spoke. "The name is Alex."
Buffy felt her heart seize up in her chest, tears forming in her eyes as Xander turned back around and resumed his activities.
Buffy reached out her hand to him, her suddenly dry mouth opening to speak to him, plead with him, when he spoke again. "We'll talk later." At those words her hand froze mere inches from him, and after a moment she withdrew it. Xander finished loading up the case and snapped it closed. Lifting it onto his shoulder, he carried it over to the waiting van.
Buffy began to contemplate on his words and what they might mean, when Chris's voice interrupted her tortured thoughts. "All right people, we're loaded up. Lets move!"
Sighing to herself, Buffy started toward the van, for now shoving thoughts of Xander and their problems into the back of her mind. Right now they had a job to do. The heartbreak would have to wait till later.
Author: Vampyr64
Feedback: I would appreciate it
Rating: A heavy R for extreme violence and some language
Distribution: Want, take, have
Category: Story/Angst/Horror/Adventure/Romance
Disclaimer: Joss and mutant enemy own Buffy. Capcom owns Resident Evil. I own the original characters.
Spoilers: General for season 3 – 5
Summary: Xander leaves town to join the S.T.A.R.S.
WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of intense violence and gore.
The Magic Box
Rupert Giles hadn't at all expected to find himself in this position tonight. Of course Buffy, Willow and he dealt with danger all the time so that in itself was no surprise. But rarely did they encounter any dangers such as this….
He stared at the woman standing on the upper steps from the entrance to the shop, her dark hair tied back in a ponytail, blue eyes pinning him in place. Her shapely form outlined by the tight t-shirt and black leather pants she were, her leather jacket hung open, the unmistakable outline of her breasts. Sometimes he found himself caught by the urges of the Ripper again, and this was certainly one of those times. He was after all only human.
He shook it off and addressed her.
"Faith?"
The dark haired beauty smiled that killer grin and began to walk forward, in typical Faith fashion, which is to say that she sauntered, her moves powerful yet incredibly sexy at the same time, her hips swaying back and forth. A maneuver designed to send all the males in proximity into salivating fits.
Giles turned to look at the other woman who was there with him and his mouth fell open in shock. Willow was sitting there, her eyes glued to Faith's figure as it swayed and bounced, her mouth also hanging open, eyes wide. Then Giles remembered that she was after all gay and decided that was enough of that train of thought.
Moving as quickly as he could under the restrictions of the cane, Giles made his way over to the young woman
"Faith, how did you…" he commanded, his fingers squeezing the trigger ever so slightly.
"Why Rupert, what's the matter?" she questioned in that sultry voice of hers. "Miss me?"
The Watcher hobbled forward and took Faith into his arms, holding her tightly. Faith just wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his chest, feeling at peace for the first time in a long time. Giles could hardly believe it, one of his lost children had come home.
The touching moment found itself cut short as the door to the shop swung open once again.
"ere' now, you blokes should keep some bloody lights on in this place, I could hardly see to find m'way ere!"
Giles turned to the newcomer and snorted in derision. "First off Spike; the store is closed, that is why the lights are off. Second; you are a vampire, a creature of the NIGHT remember? You should be able to see fine in the dark."
The blonde wonder gaped at him, then nodded sheepishly. "Right then." Then he caught sight of the dark haired slayer. "Oooohhh kitten, 'aven't seen you for a while then 'ave we? What brings ya t'the good ole Sunny D again?"
Faith fixed the vampire with one of her coldest stairs, "That would be none of your business, Billy Idol wannabe."
Spike seemed taken aback at first, then he just shrugged. "Right, I'll be in the back watching the tele. You did remember to buy some more wheatabix didn't ya Rupes?" Without waiting for a response, Spike moved off into the back room.
Faith turned a curious look on Giles. "It's complicated" the watcher explained, "the short of it would be that he has a chip in his head to ensure he cannot harm humans."
"And you still keep him around…. Why, exactly?"
At that question Giles just shook his head. "We're not really sure. It just seems that whenever we get a good reason to stake him something comes up, like one of those poor plot devices in on tv. It's bloody irritating!"
"Say no more." The slayer held her hand up. "So" she began, making her way down into the shop, "Where's Buffy… and uh," she indicated the still gaping Wicca with her left hand, "What's up with Red?"
Giles sighed loudly, "Let's just say that she's switched teams."
Faith looked at him uncomprehending for a moment, then broke out into a wide grin, "Way to go Red!" she congratulated, slapping the still catatonic girl on the back, "Didn't know you had it in ya!"
At this, Willow slowly titled her head to look at Faith, smiled once…. And then promptly fainted.
The slayer looked down at her in part amusement and part curiosity, while Giles moved off to fetch some cold water, all the while muttering " All the years of training to be a watcher so I can baby-sit lovesick children. Bloody marvelous!"
Buffy snuck occasional glances at Xander as they moved down the empty road toward this hideout that Chris had told them of.
She couldn't get over the change that had taken the young man. His once lanky frame was now broad shouldered and muscular, his hair cut short and cropped, his eyes dark and serious. His dark clothes only served to accentuate the air of danger and viciousness that surrounded him, and both terrified and excited her.
She felt the deepest need to talk to him, to apologize for what she had done to him, for driving him away, to throw herself at his feet and beg his forgiveness, but she couldn't find the courage. She knew there was nothing she could say that could erase these past years, the pain and suffering she put him through. She knew there was no excuse for her actions.
Xander, for his part had pretty much ignored her since they left the Umbrella facility. He hadn't said a word during the short chopper ride, and now, as they moved quietly through the night, he seemed to be in deep thought of something. She hoped he was thinking about her, about them all, but she just couldn't be sure.
Her inner voice spoke up stop this right now! This is NOT the time or the place so stow it! having been properly chastised, Buffy forced her thoughts back onto the current situation. Chris was taking them to his hideout where he claimed to have more manpower waiting. They would get them and head over to Giles shop in order to recruit the rest of the scoobies into this mess. Then they would try to figure out just what the hell it was they were going to do about all this. Then, and only then, could Buffy concentrate on what would happen with her and Xander.
"Here" Chris spoke quietly from up ahead. He motioned toward an old warehouse about 40 meters away that looked to have been abandoned for some time. The perfect hideout.
Silently, the group made its way to the wooden door, coming to a stop just before it. Chris moved forward and rapped on the door with his knuckles.
After a moment the door swung open slightly and a man who looked like a punk rocker stuck his head out. He caught sight of Chris and Nick and simply nodded before pulling the door the rest of the way open. Chris turned and motioned to Buffy and Xander and they followed him and Nick through the door.
The others inside looked up at the newcomers and returning S.T.A.R..S., but Chris cut off any would be speakers with a simple wave of his hand.
"Listen up people. We're moving out! Assemble the gear and get it stowed in the back of the van. We clear out as soon as we're loaded."
A muscular looking man toting a shotgun spoke up. "Change of plans boss."
Chris nodded his head slightly, then shrugged his shoulders. "I'll explain on the way."
The rest of the team was busy hauling metal and plastic cases over to a black van that sat in an otherwise empty portion of the warehouse. It looked like they had enough firepower to start a war and Buffy found herself wondering once again just exactly who these people were. They seemed very well trained, like military. Buffy found herself reminded of the initiative. But their methods were too unorthodox to be military. No, they had to be something smaller scale, like law enforcement, but that didn't make sense to her either.
Seeing Xander over by a bench loading pistols and clips into a large black case, she decided now would be a good time to at least try to get the lines of communication open again. She made her way slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible, as if afraid that if she made too much noise she might frighten him off. His back was to her and he seemed completely focused on what he was doing, and unaware she was behind him.
"Xander.." she called out timidly, and she felt her heart clench when he reflexively tensed at the sound of her voice. not that you should have expected any better, after what you did to him she conscience reminded her cruelly. She stood their, behind him, waiting for him to say something, anything to her, waiting for him to turn around and scream his lungs off at her, to curse her for breaking his heart, something, anything to show a reaction to her. But Xander simply stood there with his back to her.
"Xander." she tried again to get a response, unable to form any words beyond his name, her eyes pleading for him to say something, though he couldn't see her. "Buffy" Alex said at length. Buffy's breath caught in her throat. He said her name so small, so timidly, like she had spoken his. Maybe he had forgiven her, maybe things could be okay between them again. Maybe….
She stood with baited breath as Xander slowly turned to look at her, his eyes piercing her, into her very soul. She watched him as he opened his mouth slowly, words trying to form on his tongue, but it seemed like he was having difficulty getting them out. Finally, he spoke. "The name is Alex."
Buffy felt her heart seize up in her chest, tears forming in her eyes as Xander turned back around and resumed his activities.
Buffy reached out her hand to him, her suddenly dry mouth opening to speak to him, plead with him, when he spoke again. "We'll talk later." At those words her hand froze mere inches from him, and after a moment she withdrew it. Xander finished loading up the case and snapped it closed. Lifting it onto his shoulder, he carried it over to the waiting van.
Buffy began to contemplate on his words and what they might mean, when Chris's voice interrupted her tortured thoughts. "All right people, we're loaded up. Lets move!"
Sighing to herself, Buffy started toward the van, for now shoving thoughts of Xander and their problems into the back of her mind. Right now they had a job to do. The heartbreak would have to wait till later.