/b LotR/Buffy Crossover 1
/b Lainie
/b Iaerolwyn and King Geolful is mine, but Legolas belongs to whomever is managing J.R.R. Tolkein's estate nowadays. Buffy, Riley, Spike, and everyone else is Joss Whedon's.
/b a href="; style="cursor:crosshair"1 a href="; style="cursor:crosshair"2 a href="; style="cursor:crosshair"3/b PG; a few non-descriptive kisses and I think I've got a little bit of cursing in there somewhere-Spike, go figure.
uCHAPTER FOURbr
They stepped into a cavernous corridor, lined on either side with clear, glass cages. In them were all sorts of different demonjs. The vampire, who had just woken, seemed unimpressed with the selection, but Iaerolwyn was amazed.
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She walked slowly, trying to memorize everything she saw. The soldier kicked her, trying to speed her up. She glared at him but hurried along beside him.
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"Dr. Walsh," the Leader said to a greying, middle-aged woman in a white labcoat. "We've got an unidentified sub-t here," he informed her, gesturing to Iaerolwyn. "Where do you want her?"
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Dr. Walsh looked her over. "We should have some empty observation cells down in the vampire wing, Agent Finn." Agent Finn nodded and led Iaerolwyn and the vamp toward the vampire wing.
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They finally came to the Vampire Wing and shoved the vampire into a glass cage. They digitally locked the door and filled out a form on a clipboard. He left the clipboard in a holder attatched to the door. Iaerolwyn strained her eyes to see what the vampire was called: Hostile 17.
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Agent Finn gestured to an identical cage directly across from Hostile 17's.
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"But what about a bed? And food?" she asked. Finn just closed and locked the door.
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Iaerolwyn watched the vampire. He looked up at the ceiling and at the wallls, apparently looking for a way to escape. After about ten minutes, he sat down, his back against the back wall of the cage. He looked at her and she turned away.
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She sat down and closed her eyes, praying.
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::Are you alright?:: a deep, British voice echoed in her head. Her eyes shot open and she was looking into the face of Hostile 17, who was pressing his hands up against the glass of his cage. He gazed at her, waiting for her to say something.
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She nodded nervously and leaned her head against the wall.
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Iaerolwyn must have drifted off. She opened her eyes and looked around, trying to remember where she was. The vampire had not slept. He puched the glass of his cage, but it did not shatter. He banged his shoulder against it to no avail. The demon stepped back, looking at the glass ruefully and rubbing his shoulder.
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::Bloody hell!:: he thought, not intending Iaerolwyn to hear. She rolled her eyes. ::What are you?:: he asked, taking his leather duster off and sitting down.
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::I'm an Elf.:: Iaerolwyn tried out the thought-speak thing. ::The Slayer.:: The vampire raised an eyebrow.
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::Oh really. What's your name?::
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::You've got a problem with it?::
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::No, no. Just... unusual name.::
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::Oh, and /i one to talk.::
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Iaerolwyn stared at the wall and said nothing. Spike didn't think anything to her.
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::So, what do you eat?:: he asked at last.
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::What do you eat? Like, do you drink blood?::
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::No! I kill things that eat blood.::
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::So what /i you eat?::
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::Breads, fruits... normal foods.::
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::Oh, so you are human.::
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::No! I already told you: I'm an Elf.::
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::Don't you believe me?::
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::I don't know. I've just never met an Elf, or even seen one before. I didn't know that they existed outside of fairy tales.::
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There was silence. A soldier opened a flap in the door and slid a tray of blood into Iaerolwyn's cage. She ran over to the cage and pounded on it.
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"I'm not a vampire!" she shouted to it. "I don't drink blood! Please!" No one, if there was anyone, on the other side of the door answered.
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An identical tray made its way into Spike's cage. Iaerolwyn sat down next to the door and watched Spike vamp out and drink the blood.
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Gradually, both of them fell asleep, Iaerolwyn leaning against the wall, Spike his head resting on his duster.
a href="; style="cursor:crosshair"Next--bAuthor's Note:/b Well, that's all, folks. I'll try to write as much as I can. I usually do it over school nights or days, and it's the weekend, so don't expect any more for a few days. I'll probably write a few more chapters over next week and type them up next weekend. A SHORT weekend, might I add, because this stupid snow day took away President's Day! Grr...
/b Lainie
/b Iaerolwyn and King Geolful is mine, but Legolas belongs to whomever is managing J.R.R. Tolkein's estate nowadays. Buffy, Riley, Spike, and everyone else is Joss Whedon's.
/b a href="; style="cursor:crosshair"1 a href="; style="cursor:crosshair"2 a href="; style="cursor:crosshair"3/b PG; a few non-descriptive kisses and I think I've got a little bit of cursing in there somewhere-Spike, go figure.
uCHAPTER FOURbr
They stepped into a cavernous corridor, lined on either side with clear, glass cages. In them were all sorts of different demonjs. The vampire, who had just woken, seemed unimpressed with the selection, but Iaerolwyn was amazed.
br
She walked slowly, trying to memorize everything she saw. The soldier kicked her, trying to speed her up. She glared at him but hurried along beside him.
br
"Dr. Walsh," the Leader said to a greying, middle-aged woman in a white labcoat. "We've got an unidentified sub-t here," he informed her, gesturing to Iaerolwyn. "Where do you want her?"
br
Dr. Walsh looked her over. "We should have some empty observation cells down in the vampire wing, Agent Finn." Agent Finn nodded and led Iaerolwyn and the vamp toward the vampire wing.
br
They finally came to the Vampire Wing and shoved the vampire into a glass cage. They digitally locked the door and filled out a form on a clipboard. He left the clipboard in a holder attatched to the door. Iaerolwyn strained her eyes to see what the vampire was called: Hostile 17.
br
Agent Finn gestured to an identical cage directly across from Hostile 17's.
br
"But what about a bed? And food?" she asked. Finn just closed and locked the door.
br
Iaerolwyn watched the vampire. He looked up at the ceiling and at the wallls, apparently looking for a way to escape. After about ten minutes, he sat down, his back against the back wall of the cage. He looked at her and she turned away.
br
She sat down and closed her eyes, praying.
br
::Are you alright?:: a deep, British voice echoed in her head. Her eyes shot open and she was looking into the face of Hostile 17, who was pressing his hands up against the glass of his cage. He gazed at her, waiting for her to say something.
br
She nodded nervously and leaned her head against the wall.
br
Iaerolwyn must have drifted off. She opened her eyes and looked around, trying to remember where she was. The vampire had not slept. He puched the glass of his cage, but it did not shatter. He banged his shoulder against it to no avail. The demon stepped back, looking at the glass ruefully and rubbing his shoulder.
br
::Bloody hell!:: he thought, not intending Iaerolwyn to hear. She rolled her eyes. ::What are you?:: he asked, taking his leather duster off and sitting down.
br
::I'm an Elf.:: Iaerolwyn tried out the thought-speak thing. ::The Slayer.:: The vampire raised an eyebrow.
br
::Oh really. What's your name?::
br
::You've got a problem with it?::
br
::No, no. Just... unusual name.::
br
::Oh, and /i one to talk.::
br
Iaerolwyn stared at the wall and said nothing. Spike didn't think anything to her.
br
::So, what do you eat?:: he asked at last.
br
::What do you eat? Like, do you drink blood?::
br
::No! I kill things that eat blood.::
br
::So what /i you eat?::
br
::Breads, fruits... normal foods.::
br
::Oh, so you are human.::
br
::No! I already told you: I'm an Elf.::
br
::Don't you believe me?::
br
::I don't know. I've just never met an Elf, or even seen one before. I didn't know that they existed outside of fairy tales.::
br
There was silence. A soldier opened a flap in the door and slid a tray of blood into Iaerolwyn's cage. She ran over to the cage and pounded on it.
br
"I'm not a vampire!" she shouted to it. "I don't drink blood! Please!" No one, if there was anyone, on the other side of the door answered.
br
An identical tray made its way into Spike's cage. Iaerolwyn sat down next to the door and watched Spike vamp out and drink the blood.
br
Gradually, both of them fell asleep, Iaerolwyn leaning against the wall, Spike his head resting on his duster.
a href="; style="cursor:crosshair"Next--bAuthor's Note:/b Well, that's all, folks. I'll try to write as much as I can. I usually do it over school nights or days, and it's the weekend, so don't expect any more for a few days. I'll probably write a few more chapters over next week and type them up next weekend. A SHORT weekend, might I add, because this stupid snow day took away President's Day! Grr...