Title: Hidden Hand
Author: Sita
Summary: [X-over with Cruel Intentions1] A few years after Cruel Intentions and after AsYouWere, Kathryn moves to SunnyD to redeem her reputation some other place besides NY. Little do the SG know what's in store for them, finding out Kathryn's relation to Buffy, Kathryn's love to screw with people like the SG, and relationship-wise could be her worst damage. What will they do? B/S, a little K/S, maybe more
Rating: STRONG R
Spoilers: S6 'Buffy', after "As You Were"; and a few years after "Cruel Intentions 1" Goes AU from there.
Disclaimer: "Cruel Intentions" And "Buffy" belong to well, at least I know Buffy belongs to UPN, ME, and Joss Whedon. As for "Cruel Intentions" whoever owns it, owns it! LOL!
AN: And thanx to my lovely beta Collen for beta reading this chapter!
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FOUR
Buffy didn't sleep well that night. She stayed up half of the night tossing and turning, trying to throw unwanted images of Kathryn and Spike out of her head. And now here she was; it was nine in the morning and she had only gotten three hours of sleep. Well, on the bright side, she didn't have to work today.
Throwing the covers off of her sleep-deprived body she made her way into the bathroom, turning on the shower and climbing in. She immediately relaxed as the warm water poured over her petite body and all thoughts of Kathryn and Spike vanished from her mind. She could feel the tension leaving her muscles and she savoured the feeling.
"Buffy?" She heard her sister's voice come from outside the shower.
"Dawn, I'm taking a shower. You could've waited until I was out," The blonde replied, peeking her head out from behind the shower curtain, "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to know if I could go over to Janice's," The brunette replied, flashing her older sister her sweetest smile.
"Like I said, you could've waited to talk to me; but sure, whatever. You can spend the night tonight, but be back tomorrow morning," The blonde said quickly, her head disappearing behind the cream-colored shower curtains once again, "So you can leave now."
"Thanks!" Dawn chirped, walking out of the bathroom and shutting the door with a loud click.
Once she was gone Buffy sighed, leaning her head against the tiled wall tiredly. Maybe she *could* go back to sleep for a few more hours.
****
He was pissed. Clem could tell. Clem, being the good friend he was, had decided to visit Spike this morning, a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken and a few rented horror flicks in his arms. Boy had that been a big mistake.
The bleached-blonde had been pacing around his crypt since the floppy-eared demon had arrived, mumbling curses under his breath and something about look-alikes. Clem would've called, but the problem was neither he nor Spike had a phone.
Clem sighed, "Do you think I should come back another time?"
Spike looked over at his friend, blue eyes flashing angrily, "Do whatever the bloody hell you want. I have something to do anyway." Seeing the hurt look on Clem's face Spike looked guilty, "Sorry, I'm just bloody pissed off. You cancome back tomorrow alright? I promise."
Clem nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of the demon's mouth, "And I'll even bring you spicy buffalo wings! My sister's coming to my house tonight and she cooks them fabulously."
"Sounds wonderful," Spike nodded, "See you tomorrow then." And with that said, he jumped down to the lower level of his crypt, grabbed the tan colored blanket on the floor and headed through the sewers towards Buffy's house.
****
The loud yell of "bloody hell" and the sound of sizzling from the kitchen let Buffy
know Spike was here. Oh well for her idea to nap. She walked down the stairs, glancing into the kitchen, as Spike threw his blanket on the island. He glanced up at Buffy when she came in.
"I know where she lives," was the first thing Spike said. "The girl who looks like you."
Buffy looked over at Spike curiously, "....And?"
"I wanna get fucking revenge she manipulated me. And aren't you the least bit curious as to why she looks so much like you?" Spike asked.
"Cool down a little, Spike," Buffy said calmly, even though she was screaming inside that this was the best idea. Teach the girl for screwing with what was hers. Hers? The rational part of her mind inquired. Since when had Spike been *hers*?
"I don't want to calm down. I already scared her a little last night." Spike replied.
"Scared her?" Buffy asked, "Did you flash your fangy face?"
Spike smirked, "Yep." His smirk quickly turned into a frown as he remembered what they were talking about, "But she bloody manipulated me. That girl needs some serious counselling or something. Next she'll probably fool all your precious Scooby's into thinking she's you."
"Well I know her name for starters," Buffy sighed as she took a seat next to the
bleached-blonde, "Her name's Kathryn."
"Not gonna help too much," Spike grumped, "But she irks me so bloody much. She manipulated me and she wouldn't bloody hesitate in doing it again. And she looks so bloody fucking much like you it's scary."
"Who looks like who? What did I miss? And hi Spike," Willow walked into the kitchen, her red-hair still wet from the shower she had just taken.
"This girl. She kinda manipulated Spike and well, she looks just like me and
she's human," Buffy said in a rush. Willow almost couldn't catch all of her words, but nevertheless, the redhead had heard it all and her eyes widened almost comically.
"Are you serious?"
"Serious as serious can get," Buffy replied, "But it's really bothering Spike more than it's bothering me."
Willow looked over at Spike, "And she manipulated you? What did she manipulate you into doing?"
When he didn't answer and only looked down at the ground embarrassed, Willow's eyes widened once again as she said, "Oh. Oh. OH."
"Yeah," Buffy said, "Exactly. She made Spike believe she was me."
"I was bloody pissed off my ass; you can't not excuse a guy for having one too
many beers," Spike said.
Buffy looked at Spike, rolling her eyes, "Whatever."
****
Kathryn smirked as she raised the glass of grape wine to her lips and took a short sip. She thought over what she had seen last night. She HAD realized the bleached-blonde man had been a little cold when she had fucked him, but to be some sort of fairytale monster? A vampire? How was it possible?
She had known something was wrong with Sunnydale before she had arrived. But now she was pretty sure she had the key.
TBC...
PLEASE REVIEW! Sorry it took so long to update!
Author: Sita
Summary: [X-over with Cruel Intentions1] A few years after Cruel Intentions and after AsYouWere, Kathryn moves to SunnyD to redeem her reputation some other place besides NY. Little do the SG know what's in store for them, finding out Kathryn's relation to Buffy, Kathryn's love to screw with people like the SG, and relationship-wise could be her worst damage. What will they do? B/S, a little K/S, maybe more
Rating: STRONG R
Spoilers: S6 'Buffy', after "As You Were"; and a few years after "Cruel Intentions 1" Goes AU from there.
Disclaimer: "Cruel Intentions" And "Buffy" belong to well, at least I know Buffy belongs to UPN, ME, and Joss Whedon. As for "Cruel Intentions" whoever owns it, owns it! LOL!
AN: And thanx to my lovely beta Collen for beta reading this chapter!
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FOUR
Buffy didn't sleep well that night. She stayed up half of the night tossing and turning, trying to throw unwanted images of Kathryn and Spike out of her head. And now here she was; it was nine in the morning and she had only gotten three hours of sleep. Well, on the bright side, she didn't have to work today.
Throwing the covers off of her sleep-deprived body she made her way into the bathroom, turning on the shower and climbing in. She immediately relaxed as the warm water poured over her petite body and all thoughts of Kathryn and Spike vanished from her mind. She could feel the tension leaving her muscles and she savoured the feeling.
"Buffy?" She heard her sister's voice come from outside the shower.
"Dawn, I'm taking a shower. You could've waited until I was out," The blonde replied, peeking her head out from behind the shower curtain, "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to know if I could go over to Janice's," The brunette replied, flashing her older sister her sweetest smile.
"Like I said, you could've waited to talk to me; but sure, whatever. You can spend the night tonight, but be back tomorrow morning," The blonde said quickly, her head disappearing behind the cream-colored shower curtains once again, "So you can leave now."
"Thanks!" Dawn chirped, walking out of the bathroom and shutting the door with a loud click.
Once she was gone Buffy sighed, leaning her head against the tiled wall tiredly. Maybe she *could* go back to sleep for a few more hours.
****
He was pissed. Clem could tell. Clem, being the good friend he was, had decided to visit Spike this morning, a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken and a few rented horror flicks in his arms. Boy had that been a big mistake.
The bleached-blonde had been pacing around his crypt since the floppy-eared demon had arrived, mumbling curses under his breath and something about look-alikes. Clem would've called, but the problem was neither he nor Spike had a phone.
Clem sighed, "Do you think I should come back another time?"
Spike looked over at his friend, blue eyes flashing angrily, "Do whatever the bloody hell you want. I have something to do anyway." Seeing the hurt look on Clem's face Spike looked guilty, "Sorry, I'm just bloody pissed off. You cancome back tomorrow alright? I promise."
Clem nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of the demon's mouth, "And I'll even bring you spicy buffalo wings! My sister's coming to my house tonight and she cooks them fabulously."
"Sounds wonderful," Spike nodded, "See you tomorrow then." And with that said, he jumped down to the lower level of his crypt, grabbed the tan colored blanket on the floor and headed through the sewers towards Buffy's house.
****
The loud yell of "bloody hell" and the sound of sizzling from the kitchen let Buffy
know Spike was here. Oh well for her idea to nap. She walked down the stairs, glancing into the kitchen, as Spike threw his blanket on the island. He glanced up at Buffy when she came in.
"I know where she lives," was the first thing Spike said. "The girl who looks like you."
Buffy looked over at Spike curiously, "....And?"
"I wanna get fucking revenge she manipulated me. And aren't you the least bit curious as to why she looks so much like you?" Spike asked.
"Cool down a little, Spike," Buffy said calmly, even though she was screaming inside that this was the best idea. Teach the girl for screwing with what was hers. Hers? The rational part of her mind inquired. Since when had Spike been *hers*?
"I don't want to calm down. I already scared her a little last night." Spike replied.
"Scared her?" Buffy asked, "Did you flash your fangy face?"
Spike smirked, "Yep." His smirk quickly turned into a frown as he remembered what they were talking about, "But she bloody manipulated me. That girl needs some serious counselling or something. Next she'll probably fool all your precious Scooby's into thinking she's you."
"Well I know her name for starters," Buffy sighed as she took a seat next to the
bleached-blonde, "Her name's Kathryn."
"Not gonna help too much," Spike grumped, "But she irks me so bloody much. She manipulated me and she wouldn't bloody hesitate in doing it again. And she looks so bloody fucking much like you it's scary."
"Who looks like who? What did I miss? And hi Spike," Willow walked into the kitchen, her red-hair still wet from the shower she had just taken.
"This girl. She kinda manipulated Spike and well, she looks just like me and
she's human," Buffy said in a rush. Willow almost couldn't catch all of her words, but nevertheless, the redhead had heard it all and her eyes widened almost comically.
"Are you serious?"
"Serious as serious can get," Buffy replied, "But it's really bothering Spike more than it's bothering me."
Willow looked over at Spike, "And she manipulated you? What did she manipulate you into doing?"
When he didn't answer and only looked down at the ground embarrassed, Willow's eyes widened once again as she said, "Oh. Oh. OH."
"Yeah," Buffy said, "Exactly. She made Spike believe she was me."
"I was bloody pissed off my ass; you can't not excuse a guy for having one too
many beers," Spike said.
Buffy looked at Spike, rolling her eyes, "Whatever."
****
Kathryn smirked as she raised the glass of grape wine to her lips and took a short sip. She thought over what she had seen last night. She HAD realized the bleached-blonde man had been a little cold when she had fucked him, but to be some sort of fairytale monster? A vampire? How was it possible?
She had known something was wrong with Sunnydale before she had arrived. But now she was pretty sure she had the key.
TBC...
PLEASE REVIEW! Sorry it took so long to update!