Crash and Burn Part 4
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NoV: (is drinking white-cranberry juice)
Xelloss: (hovers above her) Do you know what that stuff looks like?
NoV: (thinks) Ew!! (throws the juice away) Xelloss!! ICKY!!
Xelloss: ^_^
Xander: Hmm..he's not really all that much like me.
Buffy: Yes, he is. You just don't see it.
NoV: What does it mean if your headphones become too big for you?
Oz: Your head is shrinking.
NoV: :P
Gourry: My head shrinks all the time. Don't worry! It'll get bigger in no time!
Oz: (Rolls his eyes; sarcasm) Yeah. And I'm getting taller by the minute.
Giles: I'm very glad you don't think I'm like him.
Gourry: Where's the kitchen?
NoV: (sigh) Where it's ALWAYS been.
Zelgadis: ..
Spike: ...
Zelgadis: Coffee?
Spike: No thanks. Cigarette?
Zelgadis: Nah.
Amelia: I hope that all of you are on the side of Justice, because if you're not, I will hunt you down one-by-one! ^.^
Spike: Ohhhh-kay.
Xelloss: (tries to slink away)
Amelia: Mr. Xelloss. Say it.
Xelloss: (cringes) Life is wonderful. Life-life is-HIDEOUS!! I HATE LIFE!! THERE!! ARE YOU HAPPY?? ARE YOU HAPPY??
Willow: Breeeeathe.
Xelloss: (exhales) Thank-you. I needed that.
Willow: Welcome.
NoV: So, here we are to add another exciting chappie of "Crash and Burn." I must warn you: this particular chappie is more psychological than the others, in that, it gives the POV of the guy or THING that possessed Oz & deals with a The Prophecy and Spike encounter thingie...
Oz: Nobody knows what you're talking about..again.
NoV: You're just jealous.
Oz: Of what?
NoV: My talent.
Oz: Riiiiiiight.
NoV: Let's start the ficcie.
**
Prophecy ((*))
The end of the world is
Coming. It will cease for
No mere mortal. You cannot
Stop it. She who tries to
Withstand shall be trampled
By that whom she most
Loves. It is inevitable. The
End of the world is coming.
Hello, poor, foolish mortals. Above, you see the Prophecy. It is what I have spent my entire life fulfilling.
That is..until SHE sabotaged my greatest plans.
We won't bother ourselves with Her, she is, after all, a pest. And pests should not be discussed.
I must kill the Slayer. Once the Slayer is gone, She will perish, as well.
I would have had that twit, but She had to interfere again. I will destroy them.
The 'She' in the prophecy can be none other than She that is in my way. That means she will be destroyed.
I jumped high out of the window.
Excuse me. I meant to say that I jumped out of the high window. And I landed in a stopping position in my new body. I wasn't very picky about which body I acquired. I simply found the one that would be easily accessible, and I took it for myself. The other mind was easily suppressed. I've had, after all, plenty of mental practice in the past.
If She was watching the Slayer, then I needed to find a good time to sneak up on the human. It would be best if I did so while she was alone.
For now, there would be no harm in killing a few measly humans.
I'm sorry.
There would be a lot of harm in it for the humans.
**
Spike sat, brooding silently, in his crypt-like home. He smoked a bittersweet cigarette, intermediately puffing smoke. It had been a very boring day. He greatly looked forward to night when he could "help" Buffy fight against "evil."
He would have been perfectly content (or as content as Spike could be), until an unexpected visitor came into his humble home.
In a flash of slivery light, a shadow ghost (as Spike could find no other compensation for it at the time) appeared hovering right over the vampire.
Spike nearly jumped, but refrained from it, and merely glared, vehemently at his unwelcome guest.
Hardly sparing him a glance, she cleared her throat. She was bathed in a shiny, silver aura. She, rather than standing, hovered inches above the floor. She wore no shoes, but a rather large anklet adorned her right ankle. Her hair, bright and golden, hung down across her shoulders and down her back. She was wearing a long, milky-white evening gown that stopped to reveal the anklet. "I am The Prophecy," she said, quaintly. "I have come to save you."
"Not interested," Spike replied, putting out his cigarette, and walking away.
"Stop!" The Prophecy cried. Suddenly, everything did. The wind stopped rustling in the leaves; Spike's watch stopped ticking; it seemed that the only two things in the entire universe that were moving were Spike and The Prophecy.
Spike slowly turned around to face her. "Oh-kay. What are you?"
"I am The Prophecy," she repeated. "It is my name, my species, my gender, my race." She walked toward Spike and put a hand on his shoulder. "And you are going to help me."
A jolt of electricity raced through Spike's body. Then, he felt the ground rushing up to meet him.
**
Spike stood up, surrounded by blackness. "Prophecy?" he wondered aloud, his voice echoing around him.
The Prophecy's voice rang out in the darkness. "I will help you to see."
A flash of light. Spike could see people screaming, terror-stricken.
Another flash. He saw buildings lying in rubble, littered with bloodied bodies.
A third flash. Spike saw them: Xander, Giles, Cordelia, everyone. They were all dead.
Again. Buffy stood defiantly facing a shadowy figure. The figure smirked. In the darkness, his eyes glowed green.
And again. Buffy lie on her back in uprooted road gravel. The shadowy figure stood over her, his sword rammed into her throat. Blood seeped over the gravel rocks. Spike knew, without seeing the face of the shadow that it was Oz.
One last brilliant flash of illumination. Willow stood, her tear-stained face gleaming among the darkness. She was facing the shadowed Oz, who reveled with laughter at the bodies surrounding him.
Then, everything was darkness again.
**
When Spike awakened, her was lying face-first on the floor of his house. He blinked, and then slowly stood up, a tenacious headache spreading through his nerves.
He groaned. "Some spiked that cigarette," he announced to no one in particular.
He sat on his couch, putting a hand to his forehead to lessen the deadening pain. Originally, her planned to sleep it off, but a growing worry filled him.
**
Possessed Oz-wolf was prowling along the deserted streets. He'd sniff here or there. To someone who didn't know what was going on in his mind, they would probably think him to be looking for some leftovers of some kind. Most definitely not. A meal, he was after, at any rate. A meal made of fear.
**
Xander: BUM, BUM, BUM!
Oz: Are you calling me a bum? Because, I'll take offense.
Buffy: Am I gonna die?? I'd rather not...
NoV: Now, THAT is a secret.
Xelloss: Hey! That's my line...
NoV: Everyone has used your line. It doesn't even matter anymore.
Xelloss: ^.^ :P
Willow: I'm making all of you a pair of socks. ^;^
Spike: None for me, thanks.
Willow: Oh, but I already made yours! (holds up a pair of pink, frilly socks) See. They have bunnies on them.
Spike: (cringes) Too...cute..I'm..melting...from the cuteness...
Xelloss: That is so sad.
Amelia: I think that Mr. Spike has made an important first step towards the side of-Justice!!
Spike: Bleck.
Gourry: Ahhh..that was a great snack.
Zelgadis: Gourry...you ate everything. Including the kitchen sink.
Gourry: And, boy, was that the best sink I've ever tasted.
Giles: To repeat myself, I am very, very glad that you do not think that he is like me.
NoV: Welp, readers, sorry to spread the bad news, but the slayers aren't gonna be with us next time-
Buffy: Which slayers?
Nov: Not you.
Buffy: Oh-kay.
NoV: So, say bye-bye!
Gourry: (Sniffles) I'm gonna miss the kitchen so much!! (Cries onto Giles' shoulder)
Giles: Um...there, there. (pats Gourry lightly)
Amelia: May the road ahead of you always be Just and the road behind you be the same, as well as the roads on the sides!! (leaves)
Spike: Don't invite HER anymore.
NoV: I'll write that down.
Zelgadis: Ciao. (hefts the coffeemaker and leaves with it)
NoV: My-coffeemaker..(pouts)
Xelloss: On the flip side! (floats in the air upside-down) Or I could just stay. Buffy, my sweet, I would love to slay the creatures of the night with you anytime. (whispers) Remember to wear deodorant next time.
Buffy: (Smacks him on the head) Freak.
Xelloss: She obviously loves me.
Oz: Obviously.
Xelloss: Sayonara!
NoV: Shoo, Goo-chan.
Gourry: (blows his nose on Giles' shirt)
Giles: (eyes widen) Oh, goodness...
Gourry: Bye. I'll miss you, Kitchy!! BYE!!!!!!
Giles: I-I have to wash!!!!! (runs away)
Nov: Ohhhhh-kay...stay tuned for the next installment of-
Minna: Crash and Burn!
**
NoV: (is drinking white-cranberry juice)
Xelloss: (hovers above her) Do you know what that stuff looks like?
NoV: (thinks) Ew!! (throws the juice away) Xelloss!! ICKY!!
Xelloss: ^_^
Xander: Hmm..he's not really all that much like me.
Buffy: Yes, he is. You just don't see it.
NoV: What does it mean if your headphones become too big for you?
Oz: Your head is shrinking.
NoV: :P
Gourry: My head shrinks all the time. Don't worry! It'll get bigger in no time!
Oz: (Rolls his eyes; sarcasm) Yeah. And I'm getting taller by the minute.
Giles: I'm very glad you don't think I'm like him.
Gourry: Where's the kitchen?
NoV: (sigh) Where it's ALWAYS been.
Zelgadis: ..
Spike: ...
Zelgadis: Coffee?
Spike: No thanks. Cigarette?
Zelgadis: Nah.
Amelia: I hope that all of you are on the side of Justice, because if you're not, I will hunt you down one-by-one! ^.^
Spike: Ohhhh-kay.
Xelloss: (tries to slink away)
Amelia: Mr. Xelloss. Say it.
Xelloss: (cringes) Life is wonderful. Life-life is-HIDEOUS!! I HATE LIFE!! THERE!! ARE YOU HAPPY?? ARE YOU HAPPY??
Willow: Breeeeathe.
Xelloss: (exhales) Thank-you. I needed that.
Willow: Welcome.
NoV: So, here we are to add another exciting chappie of "Crash and Burn." I must warn you: this particular chappie is more psychological than the others, in that, it gives the POV of the guy or THING that possessed Oz & deals with a The Prophecy and Spike encounter thingie...
Oz: Nobody knows what you're talking about..again.
NoV: You're just jealous.
Oz: Of what?
NoV: My talent.
Oz: Riiiiiiight.
NoV: Let's start the ficcie.
**
Prophecy ((*))
The end of the world is
Coming. It will cease for
No mere mortal. You cannot
Stop it. She who tries to
Withstand shall be trampled
By that whom she most
Loves. It is inevitable. The
End of the world is coming.
Hello, poor, foolish mortals. Above, you see the Prophecy. It is what I have spent my entire life fulfilling.
That is..until SHE sabotaged my greatest plans.
We won't bother ourselves with Her, she is, after all, a pest. And pests should not be discussed.
I must kill the Slayer. Once the Slayer is gone, She will perish, as well.
I would have had that twit, but She had to interfere again. I will destroy them.
The 'She' in the prophecy can be none other than She that is in my way. That means she will be destroyed.
I jumped high out of the window.
Excuse me. I meant to say that I jumped out of the high window. And I landed in a stopping position in my new body. I wasn't very picky about which body I acquired. I simply found the one that would be easily accessible, and I took it for myself. The other mind was easily suppressed. I've had, after all, plenty of mental practice in the past.
If She was watching the Slayer, then I needed to find a good time to sneak up on the human. It would be best if I did so while she was alone.
For now, there would be no harm in killing a few measly humans.
I'm sorry.
There would be a lot of harm in it for the humans.
**
Spike sat, brooding silently, in his crypt-like home. He smoked a bittersweet cigarette, intermediately puffing smoke. It had been a very boring day. He greatly looked forward to night when he could "help" Buffy fight against "evil."
He would have been perfectly content (or as content as Spike could be), until an unexpected visitor came into his humble home.
In a flash of slivery light, a shadow ghost (as Spike could find no other compensation for it at the time) appeared hovering right over the vampire.
Spike nearly jumped, but refrained from it, and merely glared, vehemently at his unwelcome guest.
Hardly sparing him a glance, she cleared her throat. She was bathed in a shiny, silver aura. She, rather than standing, hovered inches above the floor. She wore no shoes, but a rather large anklet adorned her right ankle. Her hair, bright and golden, hung down across her shoulders and down her back. She was wearing a long, milky-white evening gown that stopped to reveal the anklet. "I am The Prophecy," she said, quaintly. "I have come to save you."
"Not interested," Spike replied, putting out his cigarette, and walking away.
"Stop!" The Prophecy cried. Suddenly, everything did. The wind stopped rustling in the leaves; Spike's watch stopped ticking; it seemed that the only two things in the entire universe that were moving were Spike and The Prophecy.
Spike slowly turned around to face her. "Oh-kay. What are you?"
"I am The Prophecy," she repeated. "It is my name, my species, my gender, my race." She walked toward Spike and put a hand on his shoulder. "And you are going to help me."
A jolt of electricity raced through Spike's body. Then, he felt the ground rushing up to meet him.
**
Spike stood up, surrounded by blackness. "Prophecy?" he wondered aloud, his voice echoing around him.
The Prophecy's voice rang out in the darkness. "I will help you to see."
A flash of light. Spike could see people screaming, terror-stricken.
Another flash. He saw buildings lying in rubble, littered with bloodied bodies.
A third flash. Spike saw them: Xander, Giles, Cordelia, everyone. They were all dead.
Again. Buffy stood defiantly facing a shadowy figure. The figure smirked. In the darkness, his eyes glowed green.
And again. Buffy lie on her back in uprooted road gravel. The shadowy figure stood over her, his sword rammed into her throat. Blood seeped over the gravel rocks. Spike knew, without seeing the face of the shadow that it was Oz.
One last brilliant flash of illumination. Willow stood, her tear-stained face gleaming among the darkness. She was facing the shadowed Oz, who reveled with laughter at the bodies surrounding him.
Then, everything was darkness again.
**
When Spike awakened, her was lying face-first on the floor of his house. He blinked, and then slowly stood up, a tenacious headache spreading through his nerves.
He groaned. "Some spiked that cigarette," he announced to no one in particular.
He sat on his couch, putting a hand to his forehead to lessen the deadening pain. Originally, her planned to sleep it off, but a growing worry filled him.
**
Possessed Oz-wolf was prowling along the deserted streets. He'd sniff here or there. To someone who didn't know what was going on in his mind, they would probably think him to be looking for some leftovers of some kind. Most definitely not. A meal, he was after, at any rate. A meal made of fear.
**
Xander: BUM, BUM, BUM!
Oz: Are you calling me a bum? Because, I'll take offense.
Buffy: Am I gonna die?? I'd rather not...
NoV: Now, THAT is a secret.
Xelloss: Hey! That's my line...
NoV: Everyone has used your line. It doesn't even matter anymore.
Xelloss: ^.^ :P
Willow: I'm making all of you a pair of socks. ^;^
Spike: None for me, thanks.
Willow: Oh, but I already made yours! (holds up a pair of pink, frilly socks) See. They have bunnies on them.
Spike: (cringes) Too...cute..I'm..melting...from the cuteness...
Xelloss: That is so sad.
Amelia: I think that Mr. Spike has made an important first step towards the side of-Justice!!
Spike: Bleck.
Gourry: Ahhh..that was a great snack.
Zelgadis: Gourry...you ate everything. Including the kitchen sink.
Gourry: And, boy, was that the best sink I've ever tasted.
Giles: To repeat myself, I am very, very glad that you do not think that he is like me.
NoV: Welp, readers, sorry to spread the bad news, but the slayers aren't gonna be with us next time-
Buffy: Which slayers?
Nov: Not you.
Buffy: Oh-kay.
NoV: So, say bye-bye!
Gourry: (Sniffles) I'm gonna miss the kitchen so much!! (Cries onto Giles' shoulder)
Giles: Um...there, there. (pats Gourry lightly)
Amelia: May the road ahead of you always be Just and the road behind you be the same, as well as the roads on the sides!! (leaves)
Spike: Don't invite HER anymore.
NoV: I'll write that down.
Zelgadis: Ciao. (hefts the coffeemaker and leaves with it)
NoV: My-coffeemaker..(pouts)
Xelloss: On the flip side! (floats in the air upside-down) Or I could just stay. Buffy, my sweet, I would love to slay the creatures of the night with you anytime. (whispers) Remember to wear deodorant next time.
Buffy: (Smacks him on the head) Freak.
Xelloss: She obviously loves me.
Oz: Obviously.
Xelloss: Sayonara!
NoV: Shoo, Goo-chan.
Gourry: (blows his nose on Giles' shirt)
Giles: (eyes widen) Oh, goodness...
Gourry: Bye. I'll miss you, Kitchy!! BYE!!!!!!
Giles: I-I have to wash!!!!! (runs away)
Nov: Ohhhhh-kay...stay tuned for the next installment of-
Minna: Crash and Burn!