Chapter 9
Bluie Twilight Star-Hee, messing coming up! Okay, not like that. I think I'll be very amused writing about Helen being, well, you know . . . oh god, I've written nothing and already I'm loving this chapter. Hee!
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Chapter 9: You're dead and you're in a grave
Willow spread out all her ingredients in front of her, counting them in a hushed whisper.
"Snakeskin . . . tumbleweed . . . eggs . . . chrysali . . . rose thorn . . ." She fed the fire in front of her. "It's all here."
Willow drew a shaky breath, knowing that when the spell finished, there'd be two things-one, a girls life changed forever, and two, a particularly horrific odor. She wasn't sure which one she was more scared of.
"Here we go," She whispered.
***
Chloe walked down the driveway to the Motel determined to find where that girl named Willow was. She knew, she just knew that that red haired 'well wisher' had more up her sleeves. And Chloe, with her journalistic instincts, was going to find out exactly what.
"Well aren't we a peeping Tabitha," Chloe muttered, peeking into a window to see if willow was there. She paused for a few moments, hoping she'd walk into the room, but nothing happened.
From one of the rooms Chloe heard someone singing.
"To light the aura of the new, skin of snake and chrysalis too."
Chloe started walking down the asphalt train from room to room.
"To indicate the fresh reborn, tumbleweed and rosebush thorn."
She quickened her pace as the voice grew clearer.
"An egg that means the life to come."
Chloe got to the room. She gasped. There was Willow, surrounded by a glowing light, eyes closed. There was an orange ball of light in front of her, rising from a dying fire.
"Take this, oh spirit, and my spell is done."
Willow opened her eyes, and for a second they met with Chloe's. There was a rush of wind, and Chloe was thrown back with the force of the spell. She landed on her back, almost totally discombobulated. An orange cloud and a putrid smell enveloped her. And then, as soon as it had come, it was gone. Chloe panted, trying to get blessed oxygen to her lungs.
Willow opened the window and whispered, "Chloe!"
Chloe staggered up, face red. "What the hell was that?" She demanded angrily, shaking. "I could have gotten killed!"
Willow shook her head. "No."
Chloe wasn't done yet, her voice growing higher with each accusation.
"I knew it! You're just some freak who used to live in Smallville, aren't you? No normal person could have done that!"
"I'm not-" Willow began, but was cut off by the angry blonde in front of her.
"And now, now you're here to get revenge on someone but I just happened to be in the way, didn't I?"
"Chloe-"
"Shut up!" Chloe shrieked. But she had nothing more to say.
Willow breathed in. "Chloe . . . "
"What." Chloe said lamely, a flush rising to her cheeks again.
"You know when I asked you if you believed in vampires?"
Chloe glanced up. "Oh, what now, I'm a vampire?"
Willow shook her head. "You'd know. But . . . you're a vampire slayer."
"A what?!" Chloe looked alarmed.
"You have a lot to learn," Willow said. "Okay . . . where's the nearest graveyard?"
***
Spike swaggered down the street. He was very hungry after his latest meal had been stolen. And there wasn't even a single demon bar in the town!
'Tragic,' Spike thought. After alarming a few individuals, he found out that this town wasn't, in fact, Sunnydale, it was a town in Kansas called Smallville. And yes, it was very small.
His stomach growled again. If he didn't get something to eat soon, there was hell to pay. A familiar growling reached his ears.
"Demon!" Spike whispered softly. He continued walking.
A three-horned demon was walking, head bent, down the street, grumbling about the lack of willing food in this town.
"I know whatchya mean, mate," Spike said loudly, causing the demon to look up.
"Go back to your coffee shop," He snarled. "Isn't that were all the humans go?"
Spike was on him in a second, twisting the demon's head back by his horns. He made a strange guttural sound, which Spike assumed was a scream.
"Sorry!" the demon gurgled, "I didn't know you were a follower!"
"A follower?" Spike said, confused. "Of what?"
"Oh." The demon smiled. "You're not then?"
Spike twisted harder.
"Ack! Followers . . . agh . . . of the Swallower! They're all . . . ack . . . vampires! Led by a chick named . . . urgh . . . Drusilla!"
'Dru?' Spike grinned. He hadn't seen her in a while. And now she was leading a cult?
"Good for her," Spike said, his stomach rumbling slightly. "Where can I meet these . . . Swallowers?"
"In the . . . agh! Caves! In the caves! There's a passage way . . . ack . . . to more caves! That's where it is! Agh!"
"Hm . . . " Spike said airily. "Suppose I'll have to let you go now, eh?"
The demon made a lame attempt to nod, but instead just gurgled.
"Oh . . . pity I'm not then." And with a quick movement, he slashed the demon's neck.
'Now . . . " He thought. 'On to those caves!'
***
Clark was sitting on a rather small wooden chair outside of the guestroom at the Luther Mansion, waiting for Dawn to come out so he could show her around Smallville. He hadn't really gotten a chance to really get to know her. Clark tilted his head upward to look at the ceiling.
"Dawn?" he said to the door, hoping that she'd answer. "Are . . . are you ready yet?"
There was no answer.
"Dawn?"
No answer.
Clark stood up, fidgeting nervously. He knew he should check and make sure she was all right, but he didn't want to invade her privacy. Finally going with his first instinct, Clark x-rayed the door.
Inside he saw a skeleton holding a butcher knife to its arm. Clark slammed open the door.
Dawn was sitting on her bed, long butcher knife in hand. Blood was dripping from it. Clark gasped.
Dawn seemed in a trance. "It's not real, you know." She gestured to her arm. "The blood. It's not real."
Clark rushed to her side. "Dawn, are you okay?"
Dawn blinked numbly. "Yes. But I'm not real."
Clark delicately pried the knife from her fingers. Dawn didn't even blink.
"Dawn." Hearing her name, Dawn looked blankly at Clark. "You are too real."
She shook her head, tears beginning to come down. "No. No, I'm fake."
"You're real to me, Dawn," Clark said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm not," Dawn whispered, sinking down into Clark's embrace, sobbing. "I'm not."
***
Helen strode confidently up to the Luther Mansion, dressed in Drusilla's nun costume. (A/N-Yes, people, Dru was a nun, sorta. She had the costume.) There was a security guard standing at the door.
"Excuse me?" Helen said in a pious voice. The security guard looked at her.
"Good afternoon, mother," He said gratefully. "Do you need assistance?"
Helen nodded. "I was sent her to request a fund from the Luthers, to help with our church."
The man chuckled. "Well, you'll have a hard time doing that. He's pretty stingy with his money."
"God will bless them." God, how Helen wanted to rip his head off. "May I enter?"
"Certainly." He held open the door.
"Thank you." Helen strode down the now familiar halls of the Luther Mansion, looking for the door that Lex wouldn't show her. She tried the handle. Locked. Helen glanced around making sure no one was here. Then she ripped the handle off and pushed her way into the room.
The blue glare was quite annoying. Lex stood up from behind a monitor.
"Excuse me!" He said a bit angrily as Helen pushed the door shut. "This room is off limits!"
Helen pulled off the veil of her nun outfit. Lex tried to cover the look of shock on his face.
"What a way to greet your fiancée. Thanks a lot."
***
Okay, I'm really really really sorry about the lack of updates! I haven't had a chance to go on my computer for almost a week! Really, really really sorry again!
Trailer-Helen creeps the s*** outta Lex and kidnaps Dawn, Chloe shows up for training lessons, and Willow learns how hard Giles' job really was. When does Emily Dinsmore show up? Why do the Swallowers need Dawn? Is Spike going to go over to 'the dark side'? What's that speck on the side of my screen? All this and more answered in next week's episode of, "the CROSSOVER FROM HELL".
Bluie Twilight Star-Hee, messing coming up! Okay, not like that. I think I'll be very amused writing about Helen being, well, you know . . . oh god, I've written nothing and already I'm loving this chapter. Hee!
***
Chapter 9: You're dead and you're in a grave
Willow spread out all her ingredients in front of her, counting them in a hushed whisper.
"Snakeskin . . . tumbleweed . . . eggs . . . chrysali . . . rose thorn . . ." She fed the fire in front of her. "It's all here."
Willow drew a shaky breath, knowing that when the spell finished, there'd be two things-one, a girls life changed forever, and two, a particularly horrific odor. She wasn't sure which one she was more scared of.
"Here we go," She whispered.
***
Chloe walked down the driveway to the Motel determined to find where that girl named Willow was. She knew, she just knew that that red haired 'well wisher' had more up her sleeves. And Chloe, with her journalistic instincts, was going to find out exactly what.
"Well aren't we a peeping Tabitha," Chloe muttered, peeking into a window to see if willow was there. She paused for a few moments, hoping she'd walk into the room, but nothing happened.
From one of the rooms Chloe heard someone singing.
"To light the aura of the new, skin of snake and chrysalis too."
Chloe started walking down the asphalt train from room to room.
"To indicate the fresh reborn, tumbleweed and rosebush thorn."
She quickened her pace as the voice grew clearer.
"An egg that means the life to come."
Chloe got to the room. She gasped. There was Willow, surrounded by a glowing light, eyes closed. There was an orange ball of light in front of her, rising from a dying fire.
"Take this, oh spirit, and my spell is done."
Willow opened her eyes, and for a second they met with Chloe's. There was a rush of wind, and Chloe was thrown back with the force of the spell. She landed on her back, almost totally discombobulated. An orange cloud and a putrid smell enveloped her. And then, as soon as it had come, it was gone. Chloe panted, trying to get blessed oxygen to her lungs.
Willow opened the window and whispered, "Chloe!"
Chloe staggered up, face red. "What the hell was that?" She demanded angrily, shaking. "I could have gotten killed!"
Willow shook her head. "No."
Chloe wasn't done yet, her voice growing higher with each accusation.
"I knew it! You're just some freak who used to live in Smallville, aren't you? No normal person could have done that!"
"I'm not-" Willow began, but was cut off by the angry blonde in front of her.
"And now, now you're here to get revenge on someone but I just happened to be in the way, didn't I?"
"Chloe-"
"Shut up!" Chloe shrieked. But she had nothing more to say.
Willow breathed in. "Chloe . . . "
"What." Chloe said lamely, a flush rising to her cheeks again.
"You know when I asked you if you believed in vampires?"
Chloe glanced up. "Oh, what now, I'm a vampire?"
Willow shook her head. "You'd know. But . . . you're a vampire slayer."
"A what?!" Chloe looked alarmed.
"You have a lot to learn," Willow said. "Okay . . . where's the nearest graveyard?"
***
Spike swaggered down the street. He was very hungry after his latest meal had been stolen. And there wasn't even a single demon bar in the town!
'Tragic,' Spike thought. After alarming a few individuals, he found out that this town wasn't, in fact, Sunnydale, it was a town in Kansas called Smallville. And yes, it was very small.
His stomach growled again. If he didn't get something to eat soon, there was hell to pay. A familiar growling reached his ears.
"Demon!" Spike whispered softly. He continued walking.
A three-horned demon was walking, head bent, down the street, grumbling about the lack of willing food in this town.
"I know whatchya mean, mate," Spike said loudly, causing the demon to look up.
"Go back to your coffee shop," He snarled. "Isn't that were all the humans go?"
Spike was on him in a second, twisting the demon's head back by his horns. He made a strange guttural sound, which Spike assumed was a scream.
"Sorry!" the demon gurgled, "I didn't know you were a follower!"
"A follower?" Spike said, confused. "Of what?"
"Oh." The demon smiled. "You're not then?"
Spike twisted harder.
"Ack! Followers . . . agh . . . of the Swallower! They're all . . . ack . . . vampires! Led by a chick named . . . urgh . . . Drusilla!"
'Dru?' Spike grinned. He hadn't seen her in a while. And now she was leading a cult?
"Good for her," Spike said, his stomach rumbling slightly. "Where can I meet these . . . Swallowers?"
"In the . . . agh! Caves! In the caves! There's a passage way . . . ack . . . to more caves! That's where it is! Agh!"
"Hm . . . " Spike said airily. "Suppose I'll have to let you go now, eh?"
The demon made a lame attempt to nod, but instead just gurgled.
"Oh . . . pity I'm not then." And with a quick movement, he slashed the demon's neck.
'Now . . . " He thought. 'On to those caves!'
***
Clark was sitting on a rather small wooden chair outside of the guestroom at the Luther Mansion, waiting for Dawn to come out so he could show her around Smallville. He hadn't really gotten a chance to really get to know her. Clark tilted his head upward to look at the ceiling.
"Dawn?" he said to the door, hoping that she'd answer. "Are . . . are you ready yet?"
There was no answer.
"Dawn?"
No answer.
Clark stood up, fidgeting nervously. He knew he should check and make sure she was all right, but he didn't want to invade her privacy. Finally going with his first instinct, Clark x-rayed the door.
Inside he saw a skeleton holding a butcher knife to its arm. Clark slammed open the door.
Dawn was sitting on her bed, long butcher knife in hand. Blood was dripping from it. Clark gasped.
Dawn seemed in a trance. "It's not real, you know." She gestured to her arm. "The blood. It's not real."
Clark rushed to her side. "Dawn, are you okay?"
Dawn blinked numbly. "Yes. But I'm not real."
Clark delicately pried the knife from her fingers. Dawn didn't even blink.
"Dawn." Hearing her name, Dawn looked blankly at Clark. "You are too real."
She shook her head, tears beginning to come down. "No. No, I'm fake."
"You're real to me, Dawn," Clark said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm not," Dawn whispered, sinking down into Clark's embrace, sobbing. "I'm not."
***
Helen strode confidently up to the Luther Mansion, dressed in Drusilla's nun costume. (A/N-Yes, people, Dru was a nun, sorta. She had the costume.) There was a security guard standing at the door.
"Excuse me?" Helen said in a pious voice. The security guard looked at her.
"Good afternoon, mother," He said gratefully. "Do you need assistance?"
Helen nodded. "I was sent her to request a fund from the Luthers, to help with our church."
The man chuckled. "Well, you'll have a hard time doing that. He's pretty stingy with his money."
"God will bless them." God, how Helen wanted to rip his head off. "May I enter?"
"Certainly." He held open the door.
"Thank you." Helen strode down the now familiar halls of the Luther Mansion, looking for the door that Lex wouldn't show her. She tried the handle. Locked. Helen glanced around making sure no one was here. Then she ripped the handle off and pushed her way into the room.
The blue glare was quite annoying. Lex stood up from behind a monitor.
"Excuse me!" He said a bit angrily as Helen pushed the door shut. "This room is off limits!"
Helen pulled off the veil of her nun outfit. Lex tried to cover the look of shock on his face.
"What a way to greet your fiancée. Thanks a lot."
***
Okay, I'm really really really sorry about the lack of updates! I haven't had a chance to go on my computer for almost a week! Really, really really sorry again!
Trailer-Helen creeps the s*** outta Lex and kidnaps Dawn, Chloe shows up for training lessons, and Willow learns how hard Giles' job really was. When does Emily Dinsmore show up? Why do the Swallowers need Dawn? Is Spike going to go over to 'the dark side'? What's that speck on the side of my screen? All this and more answered in next week's episode of, "the CROSSOVER FROM HELL".