TITLE: Behind the crystal walls
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 14/?
EMAIL: burning_night@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: "They followed me home, can I keep them?"
"No, Joss owns them, now give them back." "Sigh."
They folk on "Angel" and "Buffy" might not be mine,
but I still like to play with them.
The concept and figures of "Slayers" the Anime and the
Mangas belong to people with long and unspeakable
Japanese names that I have forgotten how to spell
The gods belong themselves, but the outlook of Ares is
obviously influenced by watching Xena.
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free ... just tell me, I'd like to know where
it goes to.
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Xander/Angel/Wesley
AUTHORS NOTES: English is still not my native language and this story is
not beta'd.
FEEDBACK: Is there a writer who doesn't want feedback ???
Constructive critic always welcomed
Flamers will be cursed with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrences
******
She wondered where it had all gone wrong. One moment she was sitting in
her office, reviewing the files of the civilian demonhunters, the next
one the alarm klaxons in the entire base had started to howl and the
earth was shaking. The base was under attack and she couldn't figure out
why, how or even who it was that was attacking.
Prof. Walsh was not having a good time as she watched her best soldiers
running around like headless chickens. Someone had opened all the cages
and now the hostiles were free to do whatever they wanted to do. Some of
them where hunting the personnel from the Initiative, wanting to take
their revenge, others simply wanted to flee, making the chaos even worse.
And still she had no idea who had done it... and how.
A shrill scream disrupted her train of thought and when she looked into
the direction where the scream had been issued, she paled to a ghostly
white as she witnessed a huge, furred and horned hostile eating one of
the Initiative's scientist... alive.
At this moment she realized that she wasn't safe in this building anymore.
The cages were open, her men helpless and dramatically outnumbered and
none of these hostiles had yet been chipped. The only hostile that had
been chipped had escaped and afterwards she'd into recapturing him and
into finding and capturing the blue hostile.
Now here she was and all of her hard work had been for nothing, had it?
Of course! Why hadn't she thought about this sooner? Even if he wasn't
really finished yet and not even close to perfect, A.D.A.M. would protect
her. With quick steps she rushed to the door to room 314 and the few
seconds the system needed to identify seemed like hours to her as she
saw several hostiles coming into her direction.
The door opened with its characteristic hiss and she slammed it shut
after her. Then she released a shuddering breath of release. Safe, she
was safe here. She opened her eyes.
The feeling of safety abruptly left her as she starred at her own creation
that was looking back at her with red glowing eyes.
***
Spike was not happy. You could say he was downright and bloody pissed.
At the world at all and specially at the tosser that had done this to
him. Whoever that was.
Angrily he started to rub his head, only to encounter the longish blond
hair that grew there now instead of his normal short and bleached one.
He nearly had another fit. He, what a lie! He, Spike, Bad ass, Master
vamp and Slayer of Slayers, he was a bloody she!! A FEMALE. Spike could
feel the back of his dress moving and nearly screamed in frustration.
Not only was he a she now, no he was a bloody nonhuman, nonvamp,
tailpopping dragon-she!
The memories of a past life tried to bubble up inside of him, but he
suppressed them ruthless. He was the only one in his head, even if it
was a female head. This body was his and he wouldn't tolerate any
intruders!
Then he felt it, a tugging feeling. Something was urging him to go to
a special place, something would happen there. He was needed there.
Spike wasn't one for long outdrawn plans. He shrugged and went into
the direction the tugging feeling lead him.
***
He was Giles, Rupert Giles. He had to remind himself of that fact. His
name was Giles, not Val Agares, not Valgaav, not Valtira. And yet he
couldn't deny the fact that in the seconds or hours he had been in the
golden light, his body had changed. But still, his name was Rupert
Giles, he had been a watcher for the last 24 years. He couldn't be an
ancient dragon. He simply couldn't.
Buried in his mental mantra, he never noticed that he had stopped to
wander around randomly and was now walking straight into one direction.
Always hanging on one single thought, that he was Giles, Rupert Giles.
***
Oz was happy. He was home, where he needed to be and he was with his
love, his true love.
On one level Oz knew he had never seen the girl before and he had no
real idea why she was the One for him and yet the memories of a life
he had lived before where rather clear in that point. Sylphiel and he
had lived together, happily married until he died in his old age.
And now they where here, in this new life, with two different sets of
memories. He wasn't the one he had been in his other life. Gourry had
been rather simple and childlike until it came to swordfighting. He had
been the best swordfighter on the planet. Now he wasn't dumb like in his
last live, only a bit lazy sometimes. And still madly in love with the
beautiful girl in his arms.
A flash of light interrupted his thinking. When his eyes had cleared he
saw several people standing not too far away. They looked familiar, yet
he couldn't really place them.
The blue guy stepped for. "Oz, Tara. You are here!"
He said with Xander's voice.
"They are all coming." Another man stepped to him. "They are drawn to
this place, the battle will be here."
What battle, Oz thought, before the arrival of a blond and seriously
angry woman captured his attention. There was something about her that
was disturbingly familiar.
The blonde stormed right to the man with the closed eyes and the scythe.
"I should have known that you were involved in this you bloody wanker!"
She screamed in his face while swinging a mace. "It wasn't enough what
the wankers at the Initiative did to me, but no you had to add your own
fan-fucking-tastic touch!"
Xander gasped at her in shock.
"Spike?"
***
Willow felt something was needing to be done. Inside her, power was
welling up and she closed her eyes... and released it.
tbc
***
For all those that don't know Slayers, Spikes alter ego Filia is a
Golden Dragon, a Priestess of one of the four dragon gods.
She is a dragon that can take human form, but whenever she is very
emotional (and she has quite a temper) her tail pops out from under
her dress. Ohh yes, and she really truly hates Angel's alter ego ;)
AUTHOR: Simone of the Zordiak
PART: 14/?
EMAIL: burning_night@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: "They followed me home, can I keep them?"
"No, Joss owns them, now give them back." "Sigh."
They folk on "Angel" and "Buffy" might not be mine,
but I still like to play with them.
The concept and figures of "Slayers" the Anime and the
Mangas belong to people with long and unspeakable
Japanese names that I have forgotten how to spell
The gods belong themselves, but the outlook of Ares is
obviously influenced by watching Xena.
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free ... just tell me, I'd like to know where
it goes to.
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Xander/Angel/Wesley
AUTHORS NOTES: English is still not my native language and this story is
not beta'd.
FEEDBACK: Is there a writer who doesn't want feedback ???
Constructive critic always welcomed
Flamers will be cursed with ancient and funny Chinese curses
and tormented with bongo playing mice I specially trained
for these occurrences
******
She wondered where it had all gone wrong. One moment she was sitting in
her office, reviewing the files of the civilian demonhunters, the next
one the alarm klaxons in the entire base had started to howl and the
earth was shaking. The base was under attack and she couldn't figure out
why, how or even who it was that was attacking.
Prof. Walsh was not having a good time as she watched her best soldiers
running around like headless chickens. Someone had opened all the cages
and now the hostiles were free to do whatever they wanted to do. Some of
them where hunting the personnel from the Initiative, wanting to take
their revenge, others simply wanted to flee, making the chaos even worse.
And still she had no idea who had done it... and how.
A shrill scream disrupted her train of thought and when she looked into
the direction where the scream had been issued, she paled to a ghostly
white as she witnessed a huge, furred and horned hostile eating one of
the Initiative's scientist... alive.
At this moment she realized that she wasn't safe in this building anymore.
The cages were open, her men helpless and dramatically outnumbered and
none of these hostiles had yet been chipped. The only hostile that had
been chipped had escaped and afterwards she'd into recapturing him and
into finding and capturing the blue hostile.
Now here she was and all of her hard work had been for nothing, had it?
Of course! Why hadn't she thought about this sooner? Even if he wasn't
really finished yet and not even close to perfect, A.D.A.M. would protect
her. With quick steps she rushed to the door to room 314 and the few
seconds the system needed to identify seemed like hours to her as she
saw several hostiles coming into her direction.
The door opened with its characteristic hiss and she slammed it shut
after her. Then she released a shuddering breath of release. Safe, she
was safe here. She opened her eyes.
The feeling of safety abruptly left her as she starred at her own creation
that was looking back at her with red glowing eyes.
***
Spike was not happy. You could say he was downright and bloody pissed.
At the world at all and specially at the tosser that had done this to
him. Whoever that was.
Angrily he started to rub his head, only to encounter the longish blond
hair that grew there now instead of his normal short and bleached one.
He nearly had another fit. He, what a lie! He, Spike, Bad ass, Master
vamp and Slayer of Slayers, he was a bloody she!! A FEMALE. Spike could
feel the back of his dress moving and nearly screamed in frustration.
Not only was he a she now, no he was a bloody nonhuman, nonvamp,
tailpopping dragon-she!
The memories of a past life tried to bubble up inside of him, but he
suppressed them ruthless. He was the only one in his head, even if it
was a female head. This body was his and he wouldn't tolerate any
intruders!
Then he felt it, a tugging feeling. Something was urging him to go to
a special place, something would happen there. He was needed there.
Spike wasn't one for long outdrawn plans. He shrugged and went into
the direction the tugging feeling lead him.
***
He was Giles, Rupert Giles. He had to remind himself of that fact. His
name was Giles, not Val Agares, not Valgaav, not Valtira. And yet he
couldn't deny the fact that in the seconds or hours he had been in the
golden light, his body had changed. But still, his name was Rupert
Giles, he had been a watcher for the last 24 years. He couldn't be an
ancient dragon. He simply couldn't.
Buried in his mental mantra, he never noticed that he had stopped to
wander around randomly and was now walking straight into one direction.
Always hanging on one single thought, that he was Giles, Rupert Giles.
***
Oz was happy. He was home, where he needed to be and he was with his
love, his true love.
On one level Oz knew he had never seen the girl before and he had no
real idea why she was the One for him and yet the memories of a life
he had lived before where rather clear in that point. Sylphiel and he
had lived together, happily married until he died in his old age.
And now they where here, in this new life, with two different sets of
memories. He wasn't the one he had been in his other life. Gourry had
been rather simple and childlike until it came to swordfighting. He had
been the best swordfighter on the planet. Now he wasn't dumb like in his
last live, only a bit lazy sometimes. And still madly in love with the
beautiful girl in his arms.
A flash of light interrupted his thinking. When his eyes had cleared he
saw several people standing not too far away. They looked familiar, yet
he couldn't really place them.
The blue guy stepped for. "Oz, Tara. You are here!"
He said with Xander's voice.
"They are all coming." Another man stepped to him. "They are drawn to
this place, the battle will be here."
What battle, Oz thought, before the arrival of a blond and seriously
angry woman captured his attention. There was something about her that
was disturbingly familiar.
The blonde stormed right to the man with the closed eyes and the scythe.
"I should have known that you were involved in this you bloody wanker!"
She screamed in his face while swinging a mace. "It wasn't enough what
the wankers at the Initiative did to me, but no you had to add your own
fan-fucking-tastic touch!"
Xander gasped at her in shock.
"Spike?"
***
Willow felt something was needing to be done. Inside her, power was
welling up and she closed her eyes... and released it.
tbc
***
For all those that don't know Slayers, Spikes alter ego Filia is a
Golden Dragon, a Priestess of one of the four dragon gods.
She is a dragon that can take human form, but whenever she is very
emotional (and she has quite a temper) her tail pops out from under
her dress. Ohh yes, and she really truly hates Angel's alter ego ;)