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Well, if this is up by the weekend, it means I actually managed to finish the chapter in time. Otherwise you're reading this and it's past Sunday already.
Ah, and a thing: I will probably not update on Fridays and Saturdays for all of February. I have skiing on Saturdays, and I need Friday nights to get my stuff ready. So. Yeah. Other than that, probably every other day, unless I get bad. Mmyep.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha, Buffy, or a tray of brownies. I wish I owned all three, but I just don't.
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Buffy dashed after the demon through the kitchen. He slipped out the door, and she nearly ran right out after him. At the last moment, she remembered the dog whistle, and grabbed it off the counter.
Outside, Inu-Yasha turned and waited. The delay puzzled him. She should have come out right after him. Spike jumped down from the tree, landing beside Inu-Yasha.
Buffy dashed out the door, whistle in hand. She skidded to a stop, very surprised, when she saw Spike standing next to Inu-Yasha. She involuntarily stepped back. She then realized that she didn't have a stake with her, and half turned to get back in the house.
Inu-Yasha was blocking the doorway before she could even take two steps. If she went back in, who knew how long before he could get Spike to encounter her again?
"Well well well, trapped outside with no stake? Really, you should come more prepared," said Spike, taking a menacing step toward Buffy.
"Spike?!" Buffy gulped. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Why, to kill you, of course," smiled Spike, going into his "grr face." He pounced just as Inu-Yasha lost his patience and leapt forward. Buffy dodged, and they nearly collided. Growling at each other, they went after Buffy again.
Buffy knew that she needed to get inside the house. She could probably take either of these two, but both at once was a bit much, especially with no wooden stake. She fumbled in her pocket a moment, dodging several blows, and still getting hit in the left eye. She found the little whistle, and started to lift it to her lips. Spike jumped at her again, feet first, intending to hit her hard. She moved at the last moment, and was just grazed. She gut-punched Spike as he went by, and Spike was down for a second. She almost had the whistle to her mouth when Inu-Yasha slashed at her with his claws, forcing her to move again. Then, both of them were after her at once again, and she was too busy defending herself and trying to get a few hits in to blow the whistle. Spike and Inu-Yasha dodged most of her blows, but were each hit a few times. Buffy was faring fairly decently, but she already had a black eye and several cuts, and knew that she couldn't keep this up forever.
Suddenly, she saw an opening to the door of her house. She dashed for it, but was tackled by Inu-Yasha. Luckily for her, the hand she was holding the whistle in was loose, and she finally got it to her mouth and gave one long blast on it.
"*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!*" screamed Inu-Yasha, holding his hands over his ears. Spike looked at him curiously. He could hear the whistle too, but it was barely even a minor annoyance to him.
Buffy stopped blowing, startled that it had actually worked. Inu-Yasha realized that the noise had stopped, and went to punch her. She managed to blow into the whistle again, and he screamed and covered his ears again.
Buffy smiled. This wasn't so impossible, after all. She held the whistle in her mouth, blowing it as much as possible as she hopped up and got into a fighting stance facing Spike. Spike frowned. This wasn't what was supposed to happen!
Buffy rushed at him, forcing Spike to take the defensive. She punched and kicked at him, and managed to hit him a few times. He fought to get back on the offensive, but she was running on adrenaline now, made even stronger and faster than her normal Slayer powers.
Meanwhile, Inu-Yasha was plugging his ears as best her could, and looking for something to stuff in them to block out the noise. When that failed, he tried to get back into the fight, working through the painful noise, but keeping his fingers in his ears threw him off balance whenever he tried to kick at Buffy, and he was not fighting very effectively.
Buffy had gotten Spike backed up into the tree while this was happening, and was punching away at him. He was still fighting well, and not receiving very many blows at all, but he was not exactly beating Buffy up, either.
Buffy wondered inside what exactly she was going to do. She couldn't very well pummel Spike to death, or keep him there until sunrise, since the night was still young, but she didn't have a stake handy either.
Inu-Yasha attacked her from behind again, since she had forgotten to keep blowing the whistle. Surprised, she exhaled-into the whistle. It was not very loud this time, but it slowed Inu-Yasha down.
Spike took these few moments to leave very quickly. His ally had turned out to be useless, and he wasn't going to wait around to be killed. He would just have to find another way to kill her another day.
Buffy turned back to where Spike had just been, but he had already disappeared. She was torn between feeling regret at him getting away, and relief at only having one opponent. She turned back to Inu-Yasha, and found that he had also disappeared. She rolled her eyes, and finally went back in the house, stuffing the dog whistle in her pocket as she went.
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Inu-Yasha sat on the roof of Buffy's house and growled to himself. Some ally that Spike had been, ditching him like that! It was lucky he had his speed, and was able to jump up here. He hated running from the fight, but how was he supposed to fight someone who could make such a horrible, painful noise? He shook his head. His ears were still ringing, and Spike had not seemed affected at all. It still made him growl every time he came back to it: Spike had just ditched him! That bastard!
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Buffy went back to the table and sat down, after propping the door back into place as best she could, and leaning a chair against it to hold it shut. She grimaced and gulped down the contents of the plastic tray, which were now cold and disgusting. Oh well, she thought. It would just have been hot and disgusting anyways.
She patted her pocket to make sure the whistle was till there. Who knew when the dog demon would show up again?
When she was done, Buffy hunted through the house, until she found a piece of string. She put it through the little loop on the whistle designed for this, and tied it to one of her belt loops. There. Now she wouldn't be caught without it again. ################################# #################################
There ya go. Nothing more until Sunday or Monday, I'm afraid. Exciting things seem to be easier to write than dialogue. Feh.
Well, if this is up by the weekend, it means I actually managed to finish the chapter in time. Otherwise you're reading this and it's past Sunday already.
Ah, and a thing: I will probably not update on Fridays and Saturdays for all of February. I have skiing on Saturdays, and I need Friday nights to get my stuff ready. So. Yeah. Other than that, probably every other day, unless I get bad. Mmyep.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha, Buffy, or a tray of brownies. I wish I owned all three, but I just don't.
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Buffy dashed after the demon through the kitchen. He slipped out the door, and she nearly ran right out after him. At the last moment, she remembered the dog whistle, and grabbed it off the counter.
Outside, Inu-Yasha turned and waited. The delay puzzled him. She should have come out right after him. Spike jumped down from the tree, landing beside Inu-Yasha.
Buffy dashed out the door, whistle in hand. She skidded to a stop, very surprised, when she saw Spike standing next to Inu-Yasha. She involuntarily stepped back. She then realized that she didn't have a stake with her, and half turned to get back in the house.
Inu-Yasha was blocking the doorway before she could even take two steps. If she went back in, who knew how long before he could get Spike to encounter her again?
"Well well well, trapped outside with no stake? Really, you should come more prepared," said Spike, taking a menacing step toward Buffy.
"Spike?!" Buffy gulped. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Why, to kill you, of course," smiled Spike, going into his "grr face." He pounced just as Inu-Yasha lost his patience and leapt forward. Buffy dodged, and they nearly collided. Growling at each other, they went after Buffy again.
Buffy knew that she needed to get inside the house. She could probably take either of these two, but both at once was a bit much, especially with no wooden stake. She fumbled in her pocket a moment, dodging several blows, and still getting hit in the left eye. She found the little whistle, and started to lift it to her lips. Spike jumped at her again, feet first, intending to hit her hard. She moved at the last moment, and was just grazed. She gut-punched Spike as he went by, and Spike was down for a second. She almost had the whistle to her mouth when Inu-Yasha slashed at her with his claws, forcing her to move again. Then, both of them were after her at once again, and she was too busy defending herself and trying to get a few hits in to blow the whistle. Spike and Inu-Yasha dodged most of her blows, but were each hit a few times. Buffy was faring fairly decently, but she already had a black eye and several cuts, and knew that she couldn't keep this up forever.
Suddenly, she saw an opening to the door of her house. She dashed for it, but was tackled by Inu-Yasha. Luckily for her, the hand she was holding the whistle in was loose, and she finally got it to her mouth and gave one long blast on it.
"*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!*" screamed Inu-Yasha, holding his hands over his ears. Spike looked at him curiously. He could hear the whistle too, but it was barely even a minor annoyance to him.
Buffy stopped blowing, startled that it had actually worked. Inu-Yasha realized that the noise had stopped, and went to punch her. She managed to blow into the whistle again, and he screamed and covered his ears again.
Buffy smiled. This wasn't so impossible, after all. She held the whistle in her mouth, blowing it as much as possible as she hopped up and got into a fighting stance facing Spike. Spike frowned. This wasn't what was supposed to happen!
Buffy rushed at him, forcing Spike to take the defensive. She punched and kicked at him, and managed to hit him a few times. He fought to get back on the offensive, but she was running on adrenaline now, made even stronger and faster than her normal Slayer powers.
Meanwhile, Inu-Yasha was plugging his ears as best her could, and looking for something to stuff in them to block out the noise. When that failed, he tried to get back into the fight, working through the painful noise, but keeping his fingers in his ears threw him off balance whenever he tried to kick at Buffy, and he was not fighting very effectively.
Buffy had gotten Spike backed up into the tree while this was happening, and was punching away at him. He was still fighting well, and not receiving very many blows at all, but he was not exactly beating Buffy up, either.
Buffy wondered inside what exactly she was going to do. She couldn't very well pummel Spike to death, or keep him there until sunrise, since the night was still young, but she didn't have a stake handy either.
Inu-Yasha attacked her from behind again, since she had forgotten to keep blowing the whistle. Surprised, she exhaled-into the whistle. It was not very loud this time, but it slowed Inu-Yasha down.
Spike took these few moments to leave very quickly. His ally had turned out to be useless, and he wasn't going to wait around to be killed. He would just have to find another way to kill her another day.
Buffy turned back to where Spike had just been, but he had already disappeared. She was torn between feeling regret at him getting away, and relief at only having one opponent. She turned back to Inu-Yasha, and found that he had also disappeared. She rolled her eyes, and finally went back in the house, stuffing the dog whistle in her pocket as she went.
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Inu-Yasha sat on the roof of Buffy's house and growled to himself. Some ally that Spike had been, ditching him like that! It was lucky he had his speed, and was able to jump up here. He hated running from the fight, but how was he supposed to fight someone who could make such a horrible, painful noise? He shook his head. His ears were still ringing, and Spike had not seemed affected at all. It still made him growl every time he came back to it: Spike had just ditched him! That bastard!
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Buffy went back to the table and sat down, after propping the door back into place as best she could, and leaning a chair against it to hold it shut. She grimaced and gulped down the contents of the plastic tray, which were now cold and disgusting. Oh well, she thought. It would just have been hot and disgusting anyways.
She patted her pocket to make sure the whistle was till there. Who knew when the dog demon would show up again?
When she was done, Buffy hunted through the house, until she found a piece of string. She put it through the little loop on the whistle designed for this, and tied it to one of her belt loops. There. Now she wouldn't be caught without it again. ################################# #################################
There ya go. Nothing more until Sunday or Monday, I'm afraid. Exciting things seem to be easier to write than dialogue. Feh.