Swapping the pieces around.
PG-13
All characters herein are the property of Joss Whedon (except the ones I made up, but even if he uses them, I'd be chuffed to bits) and are used here solely for the entertainment of others. No profit is intended.
Authors Note I have a set narrative in mind, but why don't you drop me a line telling me what you would like to see? Nothing smutty, mind, as FF.net is a squeaky clean place to be now. And I say yay! That means no more gratuitous snuff stories. Although there are deaths in this story, specifically this chapter, that might come across as harsh, however, death and vampires are kinda like jelly and ice cream, are they not?
+++ Sunnydale May 2000
Buffy woke up. She found herself tied to a pole. She struggled to get free, but found she was trapped. He heard a giggle.
"Like a fly in toffee. Buzz away! Buzz away!"
She looked around, trying to make sense of the room. It was bathed in darkness. Slowly the lighting began to rise, and Buffy felt her head pound. It felt like her eyes had not been used in years. She looked down. She was dressed in some sort of awful burial robe - the kind of thing worn by:
"Drusilla." Said Buffy aloud.
"Governess Drusilla to you, young lady." Said the Vampire, coming out of the shadows.
"Oh god, don't tell me this is some lesbian S and M thing" said Buffy. Drusilla slapped Buffy hard across the face.
"Foul mouthed girl, no cakes for you!" She hissed.
"What do you want?" asked Buffy.
"You're going to learn proper manners, and learn what it is to be what you are." Said Drusilla.
"I already know what I am - I'm the slayer, and you are about to become the slain." Buffy said, struggling against the rope."
Drusilla shrugged. She walked up to something that was covered in a dusty sheet. She took hold of both sides, and wheeled it in front of Buffy. She grabbed a corner of it, and said a rhyme.
"Mirror, Mirror, on the floor." She yanked the sheet off, and it was indeed a mirror.
"Show this Slayer, that she is. no more!"
Buffy screamed. There was no reflection. Suddenly it began to dawn on her, who she was. She thought the hunger she felt was merely the hunger of being denied food. But, she realised it was a hunger she had never felt before.
"I'll. I'll kill you!" Buffy said, weeping.
"That'll be the last of the humanity leaving your system." Came a familiar voice from behind them, - It was Spike. "Oh, I wouldn't worry, you'll feel like a new woman when the days over."
"Yes, and you've got your wise governess to forge you into adulthood." Drusilla added.
Spike shot a glance at his paramour. "Dru, I thought we discussed this. We agreed that you wouldn't do this Mary bleeding Poppins routine."
She walked up to Buffy, and began to play with her hair, as a young girl would play with a doll.
"But she's so. undirected and unfocused. I can help her!"
"WE will help her. I told you before, we don't need anyone else, it's just you and me. If we get too close to her, then we'll get hurt when she turns on us, or gets a bloody soul, or runs back to the bleeding Master."
"She doesn't cast the shadow of Angelus or Darla!" Insisted Drusilla. She released Buffy's hair, and stomped off out of the dusty room.
"What's wrong, Spike, having a lover's tiff?" asked Buffy
"I'll let that one pass, since the last of your soul is swirling around like water down the plug hole. By the time today's over, you'd kill your own mother for a drop of sweet, sweet blood. well, if we hadn't already killed her."
Buffy's body tensed, ready for some outburst of rage at the murder of her mother - but nothing came.
"I should be angry. you killed my mother." Buffy said, looking up at Spike with confusion. "How can a Vampire be in love, when I feel nothing at the death of my own Mother?"
Spike shook his head "You don't get it do you? Vampires are just cattle to humans. Sure we may find them attractive, even grow to hate them, as I hated you. But at the end of the day, when you look at a human, all you'll see is lunch. Take Dru. Angel killed all her family and forced her to watch. Now, why the hell would she shack up with him after doing a thing like that?"
Buffy shook her head. She tried to repress the memories of her friends and family - each one of them were becoming tempting prospects to kill - the they hadn't killed them already.
"No. Angel loved me when I was human!" Buffy said. A part of her realised that they could now spend eternity together. She was pleased.
Spike laughed as he lit a cigarette, and allowed the nicotine to fill his dead system. "Well, that's only because he's got a poncey soul. You saw it yourself. Take it away, and what do you get? And don't go thinking that just because you're one of us now, you two lovebirds can ride off into the sunset. Now you're on the team, the same soul would cause the poof to stake you in a heartbeat. not that your heart beats now. Which reminds me. You thirsty?"
He reached into his duster and produced a glass bottle, and set it on the dressing table. Buffy could clearly smell what it was.
"Blood." She said.
"Congratulations, a real star pupil, top of the class. It'll be warm for another 10 minutes" Said Spike. He cut at her leg bindings, and then at the bindings at her wrists. She wobbled for a moment, and Spike moved to catch her.
"Let go of me!" insisted Buffy.
"Suit yourself love." Said Spike, as he obliged and inhaled from his cigarette again.
"The blood." Buffy asked "Whose is it?"
"Would it help you to know that it's from the Blood Donor run at the hospital?"
Buffy dashed over to the table, and began to drink. The blood seemed to refresh her instantly, it was like waking up from a long sleep in a second. Her instincts became sharper, even more so than when she was the Slayer.
"I'll take that as a yes." Said Spike "Pity it was actually the last blood from your watcher."
Buffy stopped. Something told her that she should smash the bottle on the ground, and tear spike up with the jagged end. Instead, she drank even faster. She finished the bottle, and set it aside.
"Thanks" she said.
"Tell me." Said Spike "What's on your mind?"
"I was wandering what it would have been like to drink directly from Giles' throat." Buffy said.
"Well you can make an educated guess." Said Spike "Follow me".
+++ Willow Rosenberg wept silently. She had an awful gunshot wound in the shoulder when she woke up in this basement. She'd attempted a spell to teleport herself out of this hole, even something to light up the room, and she had failed. She guessed that it was at least a day since she had been captured - she could see patches of light come through the holes in the wall.
She tried shouting, but no one responded, which meant one of three things. 1) They had forsaken her - completely impossible. 2) They were all still hurt and unconscious. It was the best she could hope for as 3) meant that they were all dead. From the holes in the wall, Willow could tell that night had fallen again. A few minutes later, she heard a loud creaking sound, and watched as a hatch in the ground opened - she was in an attic of some kind. A figure that was familiar to Willow climbed out of the hatch.
"Oh god Buffy, I thought I was gonna die up here! Where are the others?" asked Willow.
"Maggie Walsh gave Riley an implant that makes him do whatever Adam says, even if he doesn't want to. I'm sorry Will, Giles and Xander are dead."
Willow went into shock. She should be crying, but instead felt relief that at least one of her friends was safe, and Tara was miles away.
"Riley only got me in the shoulder. I think I can move." She said, trying to stay practical.
"Why would you want to do that?" Buffy asked. Willow looked at Buffy as a suspicion entered her brain. As Buffy's teeth elongated into fangs, and her face warped into that of a demon, it became all too clear what had happened.
"Buffy!" was the last thing that Willow Rosenberg ever said.
As the body that had once been occupied by her best friend drank the last of blood, she took solace in the fact that they had all fallen fighting, even Buffy. Also, Tara and Anya were alive back in LA, they had Angel and even Cordy.
The fight would continue.
+++ More to come!!! Please R and R
All characters herein are the property of Joss Whedon (except the ones I made up, but even if he uses them, I'd be chuffed to bits) and are used here solely for the entertainment of others. No profit is intended.
Authors Note I have a set narrative in mind, but why don't you drop me a line telling me what you would like to see? Nothing smutty, mind, as FF.net is a squeaky clean place to be now. And I say yay! That means no more gratuitous snuff stories. Although there are deaths in this story, specifically this chapter, that might come across as harsh, however, death and vampires are kinda like jelly and ice cream, are they not?
+++ Sunnydale May 2000
Buffy woke up. She found herself tied to a pole. She struggled to get free, but found she was trapped. He heard a giggle.
"Like a fly in toffee. Buzz away! Buzz away!"
She looked around, trying to make sense of the room. It was bathed in darkness. Slowly the lighting began to rise, and Buffy felt her head pound. It felt like her eyes had not been used in years. She looked down. She was dressed in some sort of awful burial robe - the kind of thing worn by:
"Drusilla." Said Buffy aloud.
"Governess Drusilla to you, young lady." Said the Vampire, coming out of the shadows.
"Oh god, don't tell me this is some lesbian S and M thing" said Buffy. Drusilla slapped Buffy hard across the face.
"Foul mouthed girl, no cakes for you!" She hissed.
"What do you want?" asked Buffy.
"You're going to learn proper manners, and learn what it is to be what you are." Said Drusilla.
"I already know what I am - I'm the slayer, and you are about to become the slain." Buffy said, struggling against the rope."
Drusilla shrugged. She walked up to something that was covered in a dusty sheet. She took hold of both sides, and wheeled it in front of Buffy. She grabbed a corner of it, and said a rhyme.
"Mirror, Mirror, on the floor." She yanked the sheet off, and it was indeed a mirror.
"Show this Slayer, that she is. no more!"
Buffy screamed. There was no reflection. Suddenly it began to dawn on her, who she was. She thought the hunger she felt was merely the hunger of being denied food. But, she realised it was a hunger she had never felt before.
"I'll. I'll kill you!" Buffy said, weeping.
"That'll be the last of the humanity leaving your system." Came a familiar voice from behind them, - It was Spike. "Oh, I wouldn't worry, you'll feel like a new woman when the days over."
"Yes, and you've got your wise governess to forge you into adulthood." Drusilla added.
Spike shot a glance at his paramour. "Dru, I thought we discussed this. We agreed that you wouldn't do this Mary bleeding Poppins routine."
She walked up to Buffy, and began to play with her hair, as a young girl would play with a doll.
"But she's so. undirected and unfocused. I can help her!"
"WE will help her. I told you before, we don't need anyone else, it's just you and me. If we get too close to her, then we'll get hurt when she turns on us, or gets a bloody soul, or runs back to the bleeding Master."
"She doesn't cast the shadow of Angelus or Darla!" Insisted Drusilla. She released Buffy's hair, and stomped off out of the dusty room.
"What's wrong, Spike, having a lover's tiff?" asked Buffy
"I'll let that one pass, since the last of your soul is swirling around like water down the plug hole. By the time today's over, you'd kill your own mother for a drop of sweet, sweet blood. well, if we hadn't already killed her."
Buffy's body tensed, ready for some outburst of rage at the murder of her mother - but nothing came.
"I should be angry. you killed my mother." Buffy said, looking up at Spike with confusion. "How can a Vampire be in love, when I feel nothing at the death of my own Mother?"
Spike shook his head "You don't get it do you? Vampires are just cattle to humans. Sure we may find them attractive, even grow to hate them, as I hated you. But at the end of the day, when you look at a human, all you'll see is lunch. Take Dru. Angel killed all her family and forced her to watch. Now, why the hell would she shack up with him after doing a thing like that?"
Buffy shook her head. She tried to repress the memories of her friends and family - each one of them were becoming tempting prospects to kill - the they hadn't killed them already.
"No. Angel loved me when I was human!" Buffy said. A part of her realised that they could now spend eternity together. She was pleased.
Spike laughed as he lit a cigarette, and allowed the nicotine to fill his dead system. "Well, that's only because he's got a poncey soul. You saw it yourself. Take it away, and what do you get? And don't go thinking that just because you're one of us now, you two lovebirds can ride off into the sunset. Now you're on the team, the same soul would cause the poof to stake you in a heartbeat. not that your heart beats now. Which reminds me. You thirsty?"
He reached into his duster and produced a glass bottle, and set it on the dressing table. Buffy could clearly smell what it was.
"Blood." She said.
"Congratulations, a real star pupil, top of the class. It'll be warm for another 10 minutes" Said Spike. He cut at her leg bindings, and then at the bindings at her wrists. She wobbled for a moment, and Spike moved to catch her.
"Let go of me!" insisted Buffy.
"Suit yourself love." Said Spike, as he obliged and inhaled from his cigarette again.
"The blood." Buffy asked "Whose is it?"
"Would it help you to know that it's from the Blood Donor run at the hospital?"
Buffy dashed over to the table, and began to drink. The blood seemed to refresh her instantly, it was like waking up from a long sleep in a second. Her instincts became sharper, even more so than when she was the Slayer.
"I'll take that as a yes." Said Spike "Pity it was actually the last blood from your watcher."
Buffy stopped. Something told her that she should smash the bottle on the ground, and tear spike up with the jagged end. Instead, she drank even faster. She finished the bottle, and set it aside.
"Thanks" she said.
"Tell me." Said Spike "What's on your mind?"
"I was wandering what it would have been like to drink directly from Giles' throat." Buffy said.
"Well you can make an educated guess." Said Spike "Follow me".
+++ Willow Rosenberg wept silently. She had an awful gunshot wound in the shoulder when she woke up in this basement. She'd attempted a spell to teleport herself out of this hole, even something to light up the room, and she had failed. She guessed that it was at least a day since she had been captured - she could see patches of light come through the holes in the wall.
She tried shouting, but no one responded, which meant one of three things. 1) They had forsaken her - completely impossible. 2) They were all still hurt and unconscious. It was the best she could hope for as 3) meant that they were all dead. From the holes in the wall, Willow could tell that night had fallen again. A few minutes later, she heard a loud creaking sound, and watched as a hatch in the ground opened - she was in an attic of some kind. A figure that was familiar to Willow climbed out of the hatch.
"Oh god Buffy, I thought I was gonna die up here! Where are the others?" asked Willow.
"Maggie Walsh gave Riley an implant that makes him do whatever Adam says, even if he doesn't want to. I'm sorry Will, Giles and Xander are dead."
Willow went into shock. She should be crying, but instead felt relief that at least one of her friends was safe, and Tara was miles away.
"Riley only got me in the shoulder. I think I can move." She said, trying to stay practical.
"Why would you want to do that?" Buffy asked. Willow looked at Buffy as a suspicion entered her brain. As Buffy's teeth elongated into fangs, and her face warped into that of a demon, it became all too clear what had happened.
"Buffy!" was the last thing that Willow Rosenberg ever said.
As the body that had once been occupied by her best friend drank the last of blood, she took solace in the fact that they had all fallen fighting, even Buffy. Also, Tara and Anya were alive back in LA, they had Angel and even Cordy.
The fight would continue.
+++ More to come!!! Please R and R