Title: The shell without Humanity
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer:Not smart enough, or enough money so it ain't mine. DAMN YOU WHEDON!
Summary: AU on Grave. During, not after so it's more original than most.
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She woke up with a jolt.
The fact she wasn't safe immediately set in when she felt the cold stone against her back. Especially when she realized her arms and legs were shackled to the floor, with cuffs that bit into her skin. Wild eyes searched the surroundings, looking for some recognizable object or a way to escape but found none in the dark expanse.
There were candles everywhere but it was still hard to see anything slightly recognizable. Instead when she turned to her left she was met with a very ugly demon.
After her scream died down she noticed a few things, one, it was dead, two there was another one to her right. Seeing that neither of the demons were alive, and realizing she might be the next, she started tugging at her chains, testing if they would give.
When they didn't she began to panic even more. Her heart seemed to want to leap out of her chest. Remembering what Buffy had taught her, she began to take deep breaths and the frantic body started to calm.
While looking for something to unhinge, or pry off the shackles her eye caught something, something strange on the floor. A weird black marking. When she felt it she noticed it was burned into the floor and was still warm. That either meant it was made recently or was magic. Both possibilities did not help her.
Following the arch it made she noticed that it surrounded her and ended in the wall. Slowly she looked around and took in the terrible sight that was before her. Around her there were twelve dead bodies, six on each side, some human and others demons. Each had a circle and a weird symbol burned into their foreheads. And each circle had a line stemming from it connecting to a center circle.
As she looked around she noticed the pentagram mural on the back wall, the huge spiral in the middle surrounding the center circle.
One thing seemed to click in her head as she looked at the intricate burns on the floor and walls. The pentagram and the circle in the middle of the spiral all were lined up with her directly. A cold chill went down her back.
She jumped when she heard the faint humming coming from somewhere in the darkness. Her eyes frantically searched the background for the source. When she gave up hope of seeing anything other than dim candle light she noticed the source was moving in the shadows closer to her.
When she recognized the voice, the floodgate of memories rushed back to her. When Willow had entered the magic box with Xander her mind was torn. Part of her wanted to run and hug the witch in relief that she was alright. The other jumped in fear because of what she had done, and tried to do. She understood what Willow did to Warren, but she didn't stop with him. Things had gotten progressively worse and a little confusing.
Why couldn't there just be one Spike, not two?
Then he appeared. Spike, or, whoever, looked so different from what he used to. The black hair and dark eyes almost made you think he was someone else.
He had been very direct. He was doing some evil spell and needed one of us to finish it. When the gang couldn't draw anymore information out of him they automatically tried to launch an attack. Giles and Buffy leading with everyone else looking to help. But with a wave of his hand everything went dark.
She was shocked out of her memories when she realized that he had somehow managed to get right in front of her with her noticing. He stood not ten feet away from her, the candle light shining off his body, hiding his face. For a second she thought the person in front of her wasn't Spike. But soon came to the realization that brought tears to her eyes. It was Spike as he really appeared to be.
Her tears finally fell when she saw his face, and lack there of. He had gone and felt things that left their mark on him. What seemed to really scare her was the way he was looking at her. Nothing, not a single telltale of emotion was on his face. And it finally hit her.
This wasn't Spike anymore.
This scarred, mangled body is all that's left the vampire she had once relied on. He just stood there, not moving, humming his strange little tune, and for a moment she thought she might be safe.
That was soon done away with when her eyes caught the glint of the knife in his hand.
The vampire must have seen her body react to the sight, cause he soon started toward her. Her struggles became more and more frantic as he neared. Doing the only thing she could think of, she spoke.
"Spike, please don't. Don't do this."
He didn't even twitch a muscle. Just kept the smooth pace. His voice was raspy and even as he made his way toward her.
"You know, he sobbed like a baby after the first year or two. It was a constant blackness that slid over him. Burning him, violating him, causing him unimaginable pain. It soon swirled inside him, devouring the demon this body held. But before he died he saw something. Something blacker and darker than what was eating him alive."
Her tears came harder as he kneeled down. Some from fear of what he was going to do and others from what he was telling her.
"He knew what was going to happen. So instructions were made in those last few coherent moments. He bound me in magic to follow them, part of those instructions involves causing you pain. A pain which I have no quarrel with being the source of."
While he was speaking he raised the knife and slid it over his free hand. The vampire then set down the knife and dipped his scarred thumb into the black oil oozing out of the fresh wound. The wound that closed up after the digit had a good coating. She looked on in paralyzing fear.
With unnatural swiftness his newly healed hand then dived into her hair grabbing it roughly causing her to cry out in pain. He brought her eyes to where his use to be. His voice had gotten deep and dark.
"So remember, please, doesn't work on me."
His thumb then painted the black oil onto her forehead in a strange unknown design. It felt warm at first then soon got hotter until she could feel her skin start to sizzle. The sound of Dawns screams soon drowned out any other noise in the crypt.
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A/N: HA! I'm back, I've gotten some free time on my hands and the creative juices are flowin, so the chapters are going to start coming.
First things first, I'm not going to apologize for not updating for a long time, nope, not going to happen, no siree bob. Ok I'm sorry :(
It's wittling down to the end of the story. Thank you for the reviews, and please keep reviewing, Tell me what you think cause I ain't no mind reader.
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer:Not smart enough, or enough money so it ain't mine. DAMN YOU WHEDON!
Summary: AU on Grave. During, not after so it's more original than most.
++++
She woke up with a jolt.
The fact she wasn't safe immediately set in when she felt the cold stone against her back. Especially when she realized her arms and legs were shackled to the floor, with cuffs that bit into her skin. Wild eyes searched the surroundings, looking for some recognizable object or a way to escape but found none in the dark expanse.
There were candles everywhere but it was still hard to see anything slightly recognizable. Instead when she turned to her left she was met with a very ugly demon.
After her scream died down she noticed a few things, one, it was dead, two there was another one to her right. Seeing that neither of the demons were alive, and realizing she might be the next, she started tugging at her chains, testing if they would give.
When they didn't she began to panic even more. Her heart seemed to want to leap out of her chest. Remembering what Buffy had taught her, she began to take deep breaths and the frantic body started to calm.
While looking for something to unhinge, or pry off the shackles her eye caught something, something strange on the floor. A weird black marking. When she felt it she noticed it was burned into the floor and was still warm. That either meant it was made recently or was magic. Both possibilities did not help her.
Following the arch it made she noticed that it surrounded her and ended in the wall. Slowly she looked around and took in the terrible sight that was before her. Around her there were twelve dead bodies, six on each side, some human and others demons. Each had a circle and a weird symbol burned into their foreheads. And each circle had a line stemming from it connecting to a center circle.
As she looked around she noticed the pentagram mural on the back wall, the huge spiral in the middle surrounding the center circle.
One thing seemed to click in her head as she looked at the intricate burns on the floor and walls. The pentagram and the circle in the middle of the spiral all were lined up with her directly. A cold chill went down her back.
She jumped when she heard the faint humming coming from somewhere in the darkness. Her eyes frantically searched the background for the source. When she gave up hope of seeing anything other than dim candle light she noticed the source was moving in the shadows closer to her.
When she recognized the voice, the floodgate of memories rushed back to her. When Willow had entered the magic box with Xander her mind was torn. Part of her wanted to run and hug the witch in relief that she was alright. The other jumped in fear because of what she had done, and tried to do. She understood what Willow did to Warren, but she didn't stop with him. Things had gotten progressively worse and a little confusing.
Why couldn't there just be one Spike, not two?
Then he appeared. Spike, or, whoever, looked so different from what he used to. The black hair and dark eyes almost made you think he was someone else.
He had been very direct. He was doing some evil spell and needed one of us to finish it. When the gang couldn't draw anymore information out of him they automatically tried to launch an attack. Giles and Buffy leading with everyone else looking to help. But with a wave of his hand everything went dark.
She was shocked out of her memories when she realized that he had somehow managed to get right in front of her with her noticing. He stood not ten feet away from her, the candle light shining off his body, hiding his face. For a second she thought the person in front of her wasn't Spike. But soon came to the realization that brought tears to her eyes. It was Spike as he really appeared to be.
Her tears finally fell when she saw his face, and lack there of. He had gone and felt things that left their mark on him. What seemed to really scare her was the way he was looking at her. Nothing, not a single telltale of emotion was on his face. And it finally hit her.
This wasn't Spike anymore.
This scarred, mangled body is all that's left the vampire she had once relied on. He just stood there, not moving, humming his strange little tune, and for a moment she thought she might be safe.
That was soon done away with when her eyes caught the glint of the knife in his hand.
The vampire must have seen her body react to the sight, cause he soon started toward her. Her struggles became more and more frantic as he neared. Doing the only thing she could think of, she spoke.
"Spike, please don't. Don't do this."
He didn't even twitch a muscle. Just kept the smooth pace. His voice was raspy and even as he made his way toward her.
"You know, he sobbed like a baby after the first year or two. It was a constant blackness that slid over him. Burning him, violating him, causing him unimaginable pain. It soon swirled inside him, devouring the demon this body held. But before he died he saw something. Something blacker and darker than what was eating him alive."
Her tears came harder as he kneeled down. Some from fear of what he was going to do and others from what he was telling her.
"He knew what was going to happen. So instructions were made in those last few coherent moments. He bound me in magic to follow them, part of those instructions involves causing you pain. A pain which I have no quarrel with being the source of."
While he was speaking he raised the knife and slid it over his free hand. The vampire then set down the knife and dipped his scarred thumb into the black oil oozing out of the fresh wound. The wound that closed up after the digit had a good coating. She looked on in paralyzing fear.
With unnatural swiftness his newly healed hand then dived into her hair grabbing it roughly causing her to cry out in pain. He brought her eyes to where his use to be. His voice had gotten deep and dark.
"So remember, please, doesn't work on me."
His thumb then painted the black oil onto her forehead in a strange unknown design. It felt warm at first then soon got hotter until she could feel her skin start to sizzle. The sound of Dawns screams soon drowned out any other noise in the crypt.
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A/N: HA! I'm back, I've gotten some free time on my hands and the creative juices are flowin, so the chapters are going to start coming.
First things first, I'm not going to apologize for not updating for a long time, nope, not going to happen, no siree bob. Ok I'm sorry :(
It's wittling down to the end of the story. Thank you for the reviews, and please keep reviewing, Tell me what you think cause I ain't no mind reader.
