Title: Hell is for Heroes
Rating: PG-13/R
Spoilers: Ummm.Season 1 of BtVS onwards, I think.
Summary: I fully intend on putting the Hell in Hellmouth
Dedication: To S_Star, who had to sit on the phone for hours listening to me go on about this fic ;)
Disclaimer: Do you think they belong to me? I wish I could say they do, but they don't. My life sucks.
Distribution: If you want it, tell me and then take it (
Couples: B/Aus
Prologue
The first day at a new school- always the day I hate the most.
I'm walking down the colourless, characterless halls, feeling the eyes of every student I pass on me. Luckily I'm already late and there are only stragglers drifting through the corridors, but still I know that by the end of the day the whole school will be talking about the new girl. It always happens that way.
I'm not exactly in a hurry, so I take a bit of time to really look around me. The halls are painted the same off white colour that every school I have ever been to has had. The floors are the same dreary brown too, with bubble gum remains cemented to the floor, and burn marks from hastily dropped cigarettes. Nothing about this building really makes it stand out at all.
I've finally reached that time after the bell goes when hardly anyone is left wandering around except me, the kid who gets beat up every morning who has just managed to untangle himself from the school gates where his bullies left him and the tough kids who think that they are above everyone and everything, including lessons, but not high enough not to try and look up my skirt as I amble past.
I admit, it is probably my fault that everyone looks at me. I do dress to attract attention. Hip hugging blue denim skirt, skin tight red shirt unbuttoned at the top and a denim jacket, the outfit finished off by my favourite black knee high boots.
I thought that I'd be the last one out in the halls by know, but I'm surprised when a kid comes running down the corridor past me, trips, scatters his books and nearly breaks his glasses.. I can hear him muttering to himself as he tries to collect his belongings again.
"I hate school, I hate whoever invented it, I hate life! School is Hell!!!"
He manages to gather together his belongings and sets off towards the lesson he is nearly 20 minutes late for, but I just stand like a statue in the middle of the walk way, not hearing anything around me.
Hell. . . Hell isn't school. . . Hell is . . .
I suddenly remember being a lot younger and having the counsellor visit the orphanage where I lived in New York. We had all had to go in individually to see him, and he had played a word association 'game' with us. I remember that very clearly. . .
// "Come on kid. . .I can't help you if you don't help me. Let's try my little game one more time shall we? Let's start on something easier shall we? How about this one? What do you think of when I say Heaven?"
"Hell."
"Uh. . . Ok Kid. Let's try another one. Earth?"
"Death."
"Alright now kid. Last one today, I have other kids who need my time, so I'm not going to let you waste any more of it. What do you think of when I say Hell?"
"Home."//
Guy turned real pale when I said that, but I think he must have thought that I meant the orphanage, but I didn't. I meant exactly what I said.
Finally snapping my mind back to the present I once again start my trek to the school office, only to be distracted again not 2 seconds later. It seemed that I had once again miscalculated when I said that I was alone in the halls. I could see in the quad below me a couple sitting on a bench in an intimate position, which gave the impression that neither of them were blushing virgins. They seemed totally wrapped up in each other, without paying the slightest bit of attention to the world around them, but the moment I sniffed the air I knew that that impression was wrong.
The boy was certainly a werewolf, one with quite a lot of control over his nature, from the feel of the power coming from him, and the girl straddling his lap was, with out a doubt, a witch. Both of them stank of power. There was no question about them being in control of the area around them.
I wondered how many more mystical beings I would meet. Especially with this being the Hellmouth.
I was once again pushed back in time to the night before when I had decided to explore my new town. I had been searching for hot spots when I had come across a small, rather dingy, demon bar.
I sat at the bar for a good 20 minutes, sipping a drink that even now I can't begin to guess what it had in it, before someone spoke to me.
It was a large sea green colour demon, with long curling horns producing from near the back of its head and slanted amber eyes.
//"You new in town kid?" It had asked with a Texas drawl colouring its voice. "Because if you are then I guess you ought to know some stuff about this here town."
"If you're talking about the Hellmouth, then I know."
"Newer than that kid. Talk is that a Slayer is coming to Sunnydale. You should watch out kid. Word is that this girl is a real heartless bitch. You wouldn't want to cross her, a pretty little girl like you, would you?"
I wanted to laugh in that things face soooooo badly! As it was I contented myself to turn and sneer at it.
"Thanks, but I can hold my own against any Slayer. I'm a big girl and I can look after myself."
I drained my drink in one gulp and slammed the glass down on the bar hard enough for it to shatter on impact and I stalked out of the bar, the long blonde French braids on either side of my head swinging after me. //
Once again shaking the memories from my head I tried one last ditch attempt to get to the school office before the end of 1st period.
Turning the last corner I caught sight of the dark beige door with the name on it that marked the principals office. I knocked once and then pushed my way in, causing the secretary to snap me head up from the cheap kinky romance story that she was so engrossed in. Glaring at me across the desk she handed me a paper to fill in and appeared to be about send me into see the principal when she caught my eye again. I smirked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Is your sex life really that bad?" I asked with a pitying laugh as I glanced at the book.
Before I could continue with my little game she stood up and marched over to the door to the principals' office and swung it open.
"A new student for you, Principal Snyder," She wheezed.
A new voice from inside the office called out and I knew I would hate this man.
"Ah, yes. Our new juvenile delinquent. Do come in Miss Summers."
A/N: Hope you like this ;) Please review, if you do then I will make sure that all will be explained (
Rating: PG-13/R
Spoilers: Ummm.Season 1 of BtVS onwards, I think.
Summary: I fully intend on putting the Hell in Hellmouth
Dedication: To S_Star, who had to sit on the phone for hours listening to me go on about this fic ;)
Disclaimer: Do you think they belong to me? I wish I could say they do, but they don't. My life sucks.
Distribution: If you want it, tell me and then take it (
Couples: B/Aus
Prologue
The first day at a new school- always the day I hate the most.
I'm walking down the colourless, characterless halls, feeling the eyes of every student I pass on me. Luckily I'm already late and there are only stragglers drifting through the corridors, but still I know that by the end of the day the whole school will be talking about the new girl. It always happens that way.
I'm not exactly in a hurry, so I take a bit of time to really look around me. The halls are painted the same off white colour that every school I have ever been to has had. The floors are the same dreary brown too, with bubble gum remains cemented to the floor, and burn marks from hastily dropped cigarettes. Nothing about this building really makes it stand out at all.
I've finally reached that time after the bell goes when hardly anyone is left wandering around except me, the kid who gets beat up every morning who has just managed to untangle himself from the school gates where his bullies left him and the tough kids who think that they are above everyone and everything, including lessons, but not high enough not to try and look up my skirt as I amble past.
I admit, it is probably my fault that everyone looks at me. I do dress to attract attention. Hip hugging blue denim skirt, skin tight red shirt unbuttoned at the top and a denim jacket, the outfit finished off by my favourite black knee high boots.
I thought that I'd be the last one out in the halls by know, but I'm surprised when a kid comes running down the corridor past me, trips, scatters his books and nearly breaks his glasses.. I can hear him muttering to himself as he tries to collect his belongings again.
"I hate school, I hate whoever invented it, I hate life! School is Hell!!!"
He manages to gather together his belongings and sets off towards the lesson he is nearly 20 minutes late for, but I just stand like a statue in the middle of the walk way, not hearing anything around me.
Hell. . . Hell isn't school. . . Hell is . . .
I suddenly remember being a lot younger and having the counsellor visit the orphanage where I lived in New York. We had all had to go in individually to see him, and he had played a word association 'game' with us. I remember that very clearly. . .
// "Come on kid. . .I can't help you if you don't help me. Let's try my little game one more time shall we? Let's start on something easier shall we? How about this one? What do you think of when I say Heaven?"
"Hell."
"Uh. . . Ok Kid. Let's try another one. Earth?"
"Death."
"Alright now kid. Last one today, I have other kids who need my time, so I'm not going to let you waste any more of it. What do you think of when I say Hell?"
"Home."//
Guy turned real pale when I said that, but I think he must have thought that I meant the orphanage, but I didn't. I meant exactly what I said.
Finally snapping my mind back to the present I once again start my trek to the school office, only to be distracted again not 2 seconds later. It seemed that I had once again miscalculated when I said that I was alone in the halls. I could see in the quad below me a couple sitting on a bench in an intimate position, which gave the impression that neither of them were blushing virgins. They seemed totally wrapped up in each other, without paying the slightest bit of attention to the world around them, but the moment I sniffed the air I knew that that impression was wrong.
The boy was certainly a werewolf, one with quite a lot of control over his nature, from the feel of the power coming from him, and the girl straddling his lap was, with out a doubt, a witch. Both of them stank of power. There was no question about them being in control of the area around them.
I wondered how many more mystical beings I would meet. Especially with this being the Hellmouth.
I was once again pushed back in time to the night before when I had decided to explore my new town. I had been searching for hot spots when I had come across a small, rather dingy, demon bar.
I sat at the bar for a good 20 minutes, sipping a drink that even now I can't begin to guess what it had in it, before someone spoke to me.
It was a large sea green colour demon, with long curling horns producing from near the back of its head and slanted amber eyes.
//"You new in town kid?" It had asked with a Texas drawl colouring its voice. "Because if you are then I guess you ought to know some stuff about this here town."
"If you're talking about the Hellmouth, then I know."
"Newer than that kid. Talk is that a Slayer is coming to Sunnydale. You should watch out kid. Word is that this girl is a real heartless bitch. You wouldn't want to cross her, a pretty little girl like you, would you?"
I wanted to laugh in that things face soooooo badly! As it was I contented myself to turn and sneer at it.
"Thanks, but I can hold my own against any Slayer. I'm a big girl and I can look after myself."
I drained my drink in one gulp and slammed the glass down on the bar hard enough for it to shatter on impact and I stalked out of the bar, the long blonde French braids on either side of my head swinging after me. //
Once again shaking the memories from my head I tried one last ditch attempt to get to the school office before the end of 1st period.
Turning the last corner I caught sight of the dark beige door with the name on it that marked the principals office. I knocked once and then pushed my way in, causing the secretary to snap me head up from the cheap kinky romance story that she was so engrossed in. Glaring at me across the desk she handed me a paper to fill in and appeared to be about send me into see the principal when she caught my eye again. I smirked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Is your sex life really that bad?" I asked with a pitying laugh as I glanced at the book.
Before I could continue with my little game she stood up and marched over to the door to the principals' office and swung it open.
"A new student for you, Principal Snyder," She wheezed.
A new voice from inside the office called out and I knew I would hate this man.
"Ah, yes. Our new juvenile delinquent. Do come in Miss Summers."
A/N: Hope you like this ;) Please review, if you do then I will make sure that all will be explained (