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etc... except of course the ones I make up.
Summary: While Dawn is dealing with balancing school, slaying and dating, Buffy and Spike are dealing with their relation. And all together they are dealing with impending apocalypse.
Spoilers: Well, it takes place about a year and a half after "Normal Again", but it's pretty AU. Xander and Anya are married and Tara is alive.
Continuity: It's the sequel to "The Delegation of Aurelius". However, you don't really need to read it to understand this fic. It sort of just picks up where "TDoA" left off.
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APOCALYPSE NOW... AGAIN
Chapter 5: Hot Tempers
Buffy grumbled with frustration as she and the two Wiccans cleared the table. She couldn't stand the bickering that had been ensuing between her sister and her lover since they had gotten together. They used to get along so well, better than she had with either of them. What happened?
"What's wrong with them?" Buffy finally blurted aloud angrily.
Willow gave her a sympathetic look and shrugged her shoulders. "He's a cranky vampire and she's a teenager and now that he's over all the time they but heads?"
Buffy sighed. "Maybe. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on Dawn. Let her date and stuff, I know how I felt when I was her age. Actually when I was her age I was fighting to the death with the love of my life and then I sent him to hell and ran away and went to hell myself... but that's ancient history. I need to give Dawn her freedom. I mean, I didn't get this far from following the rules, right? I mean, yeah, I died twice, but I'm here now."
Willow shot Tara an anxious look and raised her eyebrows at Buffy.
"Sorry," Buffy apologized. "I'm babbling 'cause I'm frustrated. I mean, the two of them... ugh. I'm gonna go talk to Dawn."
"That's good," Tara nodded approvingly. "I think it's definitely best to take care of this now before it get totally blown out of control."
With that, Buffy nodded and walked to the stairs. On her way up, she took a deep, calming breath and counted backwards from ten. She didn't want to lose her temper with Dawn, no matter how obnoxious she was. The only thing a shout-fest would accomplish would be more angry and cranky people.
The Slayer walked into her sister's room without knocking. What she discovered made her cheeks flush with anger. The window was wide open and the two girls were missing from the room.
"That girl..."
Buffy ran downstairs and grabbed her leather jacket off the coat rack and looked to her best friend who was now sitting in the living room working on her laptop.
"What's up?" The red-head asked.
"I gotta go out," Buffy told her. "Hopefully you won't have to wait up."
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Dawn walked rhythmically in between various gravestones with Janice at her heel doing her best to keep up.
"So, what is it you do again?" Janice asked quite out of breath.
"Kill things," Dawn said simply, frustrated that she still hadn't found any vampires needing to be slain. Until she turned the corner around a crypt and bumped into one.
"Spike!" She said, annoyance real and apparent in her tone.
"What?" He inquired nonchalantly.
"What are you doing here?"
"Uh- I live here Nibblet, have you forgotten?" The vampire asked as he lit a cigarette.
"No, I just... you're not staying at the house?"
Spike shrugged. "Nah, thought I'd stay at my crypt tonight, till hot tempers cooled," he cocked and eyebrow at Dawn and stared at her knowingly until he noticed Janice was standing shyly behind her.
"Bringing friends on patrol not an idle threat with you, huh pet?"
Dawn merely rolled her eyes and crossed her arms defiantly. "Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" Spike asked, his voice practically cracking he was so frustrated with the young Slayer.
Dawn's arms fell to her sides angrily. "God! You don't get anything! I can't even talk to you!"
"Fine! Then don't!"
"Fine!"
"Good then!"
Dawn turned around and began to walk away when she was jumped suddenly. Her body made a loud smashing sound when she hit the floor; a large, scaly, green monster with large horns protruding from its head was laying on top of her as Dawn struggled to free herself from its power grasp.
"DAWN!" Spike and Buffy shouted in unison. She happened to hear her sister and the vampire fighting and she followed their voices to where they stood. She came in just in time to see the young woman being attacked by the demon.
Buffy ran to the demon and grabbed his shoulders, ripping him off her sister violently. Dawn stood up, panting for air. The wind had been knocked out of her when she hit the ground, but that didn't keep her from regaining her balance and going into fighting stance immediately, almost instinctively.
Buffy pinned her opponent on the ground, holding her foot by his neck so that if he tried to move, it would only take one quick snap to defeat him.
"What do you want?" She asked angrily, when he didn't reply, Spike put his hand on her shoulder.
"He won't understand you, love. This here's a Fyarl Demon, won't know English."
Buffy looked and him and choked a laugh, at the memory of Giles as a demon. She couldn't help it when she looked down and checked his eyes just to be sure. When she knew it wasn't a friend or loved one within the body of the demon, she looked back at Spike.
"Can you communicate with him?" Buffy asked hopefully.
"I happen to speak Fyarl, so you're in luck, pet." Spike smiled and looked at the creature lying on the ground. He spoke a few words that sounded like gibberish to Buffy's ears, but apparently it made sense to the beast. He spoke back to Spike who twisted his face.
"He says he won't tell us anything, he lives for pain and torture, yadda yadda, and for someone called, 'Ayanathla'. He says that he would die before she is free."
Buffy kicked the demon and told Spike to ask again. He did but shook his head when the demon would not respond. Buffy sighed and snapped his neck.
"Oh well, the demon is dead at least. That wasn't too hard," she smiled at her sister who was grasping her side.
"Uh... guys?" Janice called to them. Her face was white and that was the last thing she said before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fainted.
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"Another one slain by that retched Slayer," the sorceress called from her thrown. She sighed and called for Jrea to come to her side.
"He was worthless. An idiot who did not know what he was doing. We will sent better, mistress. We will send all the armies of hell if we must, for your wicked grace."
She smiled sardonically. "Yes, but even if we were to send the armies of all the evil dimensions, I have doubts of whether it would take care of our little Slayer problem. Did she not take on Glorificus? She died twice and still that does not stop her wrath on the evil populace. Now there are two slayers of the same blood. It could be a problem."
"We will take care of it," Jrea groveled to his mistress. "I swear to you, no mere slayer will stand between you and what you need to set you free. I swear by my life."
"I hope so," Ayanathla sighed. "I'd hate to have to kill me most noble soldier."
TBC...
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Please please please review! I'd love to know what you guys think. There's cookies and ice cream if you do...
Summary: While Dawn is dealing with balancing school, slaying and dating, Buffy and Spike are dealing with their relation. And all together they are dealing with impending apocalypse.
Spoilers: Well, it takes place about a year and a half after "Normal Again", but it's pretty AU. Xander and Anya are married and Tara is alive.
Continuity: It's the sequel to "The Delegation of Aurelius". However, you don't really need to read it to understand this fic. It sort of just picks up where "TDoA" left off.
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APOCALYPSE NOW... AGAIN
Chapter 5: Hot Tempers
Buffy grumbled with frustration as she and the two Wiccans cleared the table. She couldn't stand the bickering that had been ensuing between her sister and her lover since they had gotten together. They used to get along so well, better than she had with either of them. What happened?
"What's wrong with them?" Buffy finally blurted aloud angrily.
Willow gave her a sympathetic look and shrugged her shoulders. "He's a cranky vampire and she's a teenager and now that he's over all the time they but heads?"
Buffy sighed. "Maybe. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on Dawn. Let her date and stuff, I know how I felt when I was her age. Actually when I was her age I was fighting to the death with the love of my life and then I sent him to hell and ran away and went to hell myself... but that's ancient history. I need to give Dawn her freedom. I mean, I didn't get this far from following the rules, right? I mean, yeah, I died twice, but I'm here now."
Willow shot Tara an anxious look and raised her eyebrows at Buffy.
"Sorry," Buffy apologized. "I'm babbling 'cause I'm frustrated. I mean, the two of them... ugh. I'm gonna go talk to Dawn."
"That's good," Tara nodded approvingly. "I think it's definitely best to take care of this now before it get totally blown out of control."
With that, Buffy nodded and walked to the stairs. On her way up, she took a deep, calming breath and counted backwards from ten. She didn't want to lose her temper with Dawn, no matter how obnoxious she was. The only thing a shout-fest would accomplish would be more angry and cranky people.
The Slayer walked into her sister's room without knocking. What she discovered made her cheeks flush with anger. The window was wide open and the two girls were missing from the room.
"That girl..."
Buffy ran downstairs and grabbed her leather jacket off the coat rack and looked to her best friend who was now sitting in the living room working on her laptop.
"What's up?" The red-head asked.
"I gotta go out," Buffy told her. "Hopefully you won't have to wait up."
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Dawn walked rhythmically in between various gravestones with Janice at her heel doing her best to keep up.
"So, what is it you do again?" Janice asked quite out of breath.
"Kill things," Dawn said simply, frustrated that she still hadn't found any vampires needing to be slain. Until she turned the corner around a crypt and bumped into one.
"Spike!" She said, annoyance real and apparent in her tone.
"What?" He inquired nonchalantly.
"What are you doing here?"
"Uh- I live here Nibblet, have you forgotten?" The vampire asked as he lit a cigarette.
"No, I just... you're not staying at the house?"
Spike shrugged. "Nah, thought I'd stay at my crypt tonight, till hot tempers cooled," he cocked and eyebrow at Dawn and stared at her knowingly until he noticed Janice was standing shyly behind her.
"Bringing friends on patrol not an idle threat with you, huh pet?"
Dawn merely rolled her eyes and crossed her arms defiantly. "Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" Spike asked, his voice practically cracking he was so frustrated with the young Slayer.
Dawn's arms fell to her sides angrily. "God! You don't get anything! I can't even talk to you!"
"Fine! Then don't!"
"Fine!"
"Good then!"
Dawn turned around and began to walk away when she was jumped suddenly. Her body made a loud smashing sound when she hit the floor; a large, scaly, green monster with large horns protruding from its head was laying on top of her as Dawn struggled to free herself from its power grasp.
"DAWN!" Spike and Buffy shouted in unison. She happened to hear her sister and the vampire fighting and she followed their voices to where they stood. She came in just in time to see the young woman being attacked by the demon.
Buffy ran to the demon and grabbed his shoulders, ripping him off her sister violently. Dawn stood up, panting for air. The wind had been knocked out of her when she hit the ground, but that didn't keep her from regaining her balance and going into fighting stance immediately, almost instinctively.
Buffy pinned her opponent on the ground, holding her foot by his neck so that if he tried to move, it would only take one quick snap to defeat him.
"What do you want?" She asked angrily, when he didn't reply, Spike put his hand on her shoulder.
"He won't understand you, love. This here's a Fyarl Demon, won't know English."
Buffy looked and him and choked a laugh, at the memory of Giles as a demon. She couldn't help it when she looked down and checked his eyes just to be sure. When she knew it wasn't a friend or loved one within the body of the demon, she looked back at Spike.
"Can you communicate with him?" Buffy asked hopefully.
"I happen to speak Fyarl, so you're in luck, pet." Spike smiled and looked at the creature lying on the ground. He spoke a few words that sounded like gibberish to Buffy's ears, but apparently it made sense to the beast. He spoke back to Spike who twisted his face.
"He says he won't tell us anything, he lives for pain and torture, yadda yadda, and for someone called, 'Ayanathla'. He says that he would die before she is free."
Buffy kicked the demon and told Spike to ask again. He did but shook his head when the demon would not respond. Buffy sighed and snapped his neck.
"Oh well, the demon is dead at least. That wasn't too hard," she smiled at her sister who was grasping her side.
"Uh... guys?" Janice called to them. Her face was white and that was the last thing she said before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fainted.
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"Another one slain by that retched Slayer," the sorceress called from her thrown. She sighed and called for Jrea to come to her side.
"He was worthless. An idiot who did not know what he was doing. We will sent better, mistress. We will send all the armies of hell if we must, for your wicked grace."
She smiled sardonically. "Yes, but even if we were to send the armies of all the evil dimensions, I have doubts of whether it would take care of our little Slayer problem. Did she not take on Glorificus? She died twice and still that does not stop her wrath on the evil populace. Now there are two slayers of the same blood. It could be a problem."
"We will take care of it," Jrea groveled to his mistress. "I swear to you, no mere slayer will stand between you and what you need to set you free. I swear by my life."
"I hope so," Ayanathla sighed. "I'd hate to have to kill me most noble soldier."
TBC...
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Please please please review! I'd love to know what you guys think. There's cookies and ice cream if you do...