Title: The Thing That Should Not Be
Authors: Littu and Bunny
Rating: PG-13, we guess. Rating systems are odd.
Disclaimer: We don't ownie. So please don't suie! ^_^; (Included for all Buffy, Angel, Vanessa Carlton's Twilight and Rinse, and Metallica's The Thing That Should Not Be)
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Chapter Title: Fallen
Previously: The Fang Gang came to Sunnydale looking for Connor who was in search of the Key. Angelus was brought back, again, and sired Buffy. Oz and Faith have returned. In the last chapter Cordelia and Anya have become friends while Dawn and Connor are being cornered by Angelus and Buffy.
Preview: Dawn and Connor are in trouble and something terrible happens to one of the characters.
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Dawn screamed. Buffy smirked and vamped out. "Wow. You really are a wimp." She lunged at Dawn, but was knocked down by Connor. Angelus came by, picked him up and threw him into a wall.
Dawn heard Gunn and Wesley outside. "In here," she yelled, picked a bar and smacked Angelus in the back. He threw her backwards into some crates where she cut up her arm pretty bad. The two men came in holding crosses.
"Aww, crap!" exclaimed Buffy. "Spoiling all the fun."
Angelus smiled at her pouting lip. He took her hand and led her to the door. He turned back to the group saying, "See ya guys later!"
Dawn held her hand out to help Connor up. He hesitated a moment, then took her hand remembering what she had said. Gunn looked at the pair. "You kids okay?" They nodded.
Connor put his hands in his pockets. "So, where's this Magic Box you guys are talking about?"
***
The quartet walked into the Magic Box to find Anya and Cordy chatting it up, Spike smoking a cigarette, Faith with her mouth hanging open, and everyone else sitting with blank stares. Wesley looked at Giles. "I take it you told her?"
"She was getting impatient," replied the Watcher, taking another drink of Scotch. "Took quite a toll on the punching bag before and after."
"What happened to your arm?" asked Faith, directing to Dawn and coming out of her trance.
Dawn looked down while Anya got the First Aid Kit. "Angelus threw me into some crates." She shrugged. "He is Angelus after all." Faith got up and went to the back room again. Spike followed this time. Connor took the kit and helped her with her cuts. She looked at the back room. "What'd ya bet they'll be making out in five minutes?"
"I don't think they will," replied Connor taking the anesthetic to her arm.
"Want hard cash on that?"
"Ten bucks."
"You're on."
***
Faith marched over to the punching bag, drew back for a punch, and was stopped by the words, "Want a sparring partner?"
She shrugged. "Sure." They circled each other. "Just so you know, I am always on top."
"In which way, luv?" he asked blocking her throws. The spar commenced in a flurry of punches, blocks, and kicks. There was one point when the Slayer kicked straight up, catching him in the chin with her heel, and stayed in her vertical split position. Spike admired the work. "Nice."
"You wish." They fought until Faith pinned him into the ground.
***
"They're rolling on the floor now," said Dawn to Connor.
He dug around in his pocket and fished out ten dollars.
Dawn stood at the door for a few more seconds. "Do we have to interrupt?" she asked Connor. He sighed and nodded when he started to see Faith's shirt come up. "Hey!" she yelled having them break their kiss. "There are minors in the room."
The two of them left the room leaving the others to get up and situated. Faith grinned. "Told ya I'd come out on top." Spike smirked and went into the main part of the store. "Where'd Cordy go?" asked the Slayer.
Anya looked up from her list. "Oh, she had a date with some guy named Ken."
"At this hour? It's a little after midnight." asked Fred.
The ex-demon shrugged. "He isn't a vampire."
"So," began Faith. "What'd we do now?"
Wesley looked up. "Prepare to hunt. We're going by the docks first."
***
Faith, Wes, and Spike walked down the docks. "I smell Peaches. He's close." They paused at the sound of laughter. Cordelia and her date were walking along the pier. "Bloody hell," said both Spike and Wes. Faith grinned.
"Wow." The trio looked up to find Buffy sitting cross-legged on top of a crate. "We're supposed to kill Cordy. But you can still watch." She looked to her right. When everyone followed her gaze, they saw Angelus swing a sword over his head. It cut the rope, dropping the huge crate directly onto Cordelia and Ken. Buffy jumped off her own crate and went to her lover's side. They laughed and sauntered into the shadows.
***
Cordy only saw black. She fazed back and her eyes met the only person she never thought she'd see again. "Doyle?"
***
"You didn't kill them all?" yelled Roxinu in fury.
Angelus rolled his eyes. He hated private audiences with R.G. "Sorry, well not really, but in the past you seemed to have problems with me killing people you don't order."
"Does this mean you are going to answer to me again?"
"Over my dead, well ashy body. I'm just interested in this whole Twilight deal."
"I brought you back. You owe me. You aren't interested in 'the whole Twilight deal'."
"Listen. I got better things to do. Call me when you've got another job you can't get done yourself." With that, Angelus left to go to his own room, leaving Roxinu Girhattiza fuming.
Angelus entered his room to find Buffy lounging on the bed. "What was that all about?"
He walked over to the bed and began kissing her. "Old R.G.'s mad we didn't kill Wesley, Spike, and was it Faith who was there?"
She began to unbutton his shirt and kissed him some more. "Um-hum."
"I didn't know Faithy was here." Angelus pulled at her shirt.
"Less talky. More kissy," she said pouting. Happy to oblige he took that pouty lip into his mouth.
***
"Doyle?" Cordy questioned hazily. "You're dead."
He smiled. "You have an incredible grasp of the obvious. And still no tact whatsoever."
She winced in pain. "I hurt, Doyle."
"You're dying," he said, looking in pity.
"But the visions, the gang needs them."
"You have two choices. One, to go back and stay in a coma for the rest of your life. Two, die and pass the visions on."
She paused for a little bit. "How do I pass them on?"
"Here's an incantation that you can say," said Doyle, pulling the paper from his pocket. "I used this last time. You just happen to get the visions when I kissed you."
He laid the paper in front of her. She was about to start. "Wait. Who should I send it too?"
"Your choice."
Cordy looked at the incantation and began to chant.
***
Willow was shaking. She went into the back room claiming that she had to look at some other book resources. Instead she sat on the couch shaking. 'Why did Tara have to be right?' she thought. "I am addicted to magic."
She felt the couch shift and looked up to see Oz. "I think I know why I'm here now," he said. Willow gave him a questioning look. "We're supposed to help each other."
"How?"
"My wolf and your magic addiction."
"I am not addicted to magic and I thought you said your wolf was under control," she said getting off the couch.
"The wolf's almost under control. I saw three witches in San Francisco. They helped a lot." He looked at her directly. "But when I came in. I heard you say that you did have an addiction."
"I didn't say addiction!" Willow exclaimed. "I said. . . .problem."
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you say to helping each other?" asked Oz. Her reply was cut off by a scream in the other room.
***
Giles was going through the inventory book when the phone rang. Anya was busy counting money. Knowing she would never give that job up, he answered the phone. "Hello, Magic Box."
"Rupert," said a female voice that he knew very well. "It's Olivia."
"Olivia," he said smiling, taking off his glasses. "Don't mean to be rude. But why are you calling?"
"I think it's time that I came over and visited again."
"It's not that I don't enjoy your company. It's just. . .we're experiencing a bit of a crisis at the moment. . .and. . ."
"Well, that's to bad, Rupert, because I'm about to go on the plane. See you in a few hours." The phone went dead and Giles sighed deeply.
Anya's scream cut him off from his next thought. Xander was by her in an instant. "Ahn. Ahn are you okay?" Willow and Oz came in from the back.
Anya looked up at him with glazed eyes. "Xander. Oh God! It's Cordelia. She's dead!"
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TBC. . .
We're going to get together next weekend to write more. As always, REVIEW!!!
Authors: Littu and Bunny
Rating: PG-13, we guess. Rating systems are odd.
Disclaimer: We don't ownie. So please don't suie! ^_^; (Included for all Buffy, Angel, Vanessa Carlton's Twilight and Rinse, and Metallica's The Thing That Should Not Be)
Feedback: Duh! Appreciated greatly! We BOTH Accept Flames! BRING IT ON!!!!! (No SERIOUSLY, bring it) It's about to get real good! And even better now! So keep 'em coming! Please?
Chapter Title: Fallen
Previously: The Fang Gang came to Sunnydale looking for Connor who was in search of the Key. Angelus was brought back, again, and sired Buffy. Oz and Faith have returned. In the last chapter Cordelia and Anya have become friends while Dawn and Connor are being cornered by Angelus and Buffy.
Preview: Dawn and Connor are in trouble and something terrible happens to one of the characters.
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Dawn screamed. Buffy smirked and vamped out. "Wow. You really are a wimp." She lunged at Dawn, but was knocked down by Connor. Angelus came by, picked him up and threw him into a wall.
Dawn heard Gunn and Wesley outside. "In here," she yelled, picked a bar and smacked Angelus in the back. He threw her backwards into some crates where she cut up her arm pretty bad. The two men came in holding crosses.
"Aww, crap!" exclaimed Buffy. "Spoiling all the fun."
Angelus smiled at her pouting lip. He took her hand and led her to the door. He turned back to the group saying, "See ya guys later!"
Dawn held her hand out to help Connor up. He hesitated a moment, then took her hand remembering what she had said. Gunn looked at the pair. "You kids okay?" They nodded.
Connor put his hands in his pockets. "So, where's this Magic Box you guys are talking about?"
***
The quartet walked into the Magic Box to find Anya and Cordy chatting it up, Spike smoking a cigarette, Faith with her mouth hanging open, and everyone else sitting with blank stares. Wesley looked at Giles. "I take it you told her?"
"She was getting impatient," replied the Watcher, taking another drink of Scotch. "Took quite a toll on the punching bag before and after."
"What happened to your arm?" asked Faith, directing to Dawn and coming out of her trance.
Dawn looked down while Anya got the First Aid Kit. "Angelus threw me into some crates." She shrugged. "He is Angelus after all." Faith got up and went to the back room again. Spike followed this time. Connor took the kit and helped her with her cuts. She looked at the back room. "What'd ya bet they'll be making out in five minutes?"
"I don't think they will," replied Connor taking the anesthetic to her arm.
"Want hard cash on that?"
"Ten bucks."
"You're on."
***
Faith marched over to the punching bag, drew back for a punch, and was stopped by the words, "Want a sparring partner?"
She shrugged. "Sure." They circled each other. "Just so you know, I am always on top."
"In which way, luv?" he asked blocking her throws. The spar commenced in a flurry of punches, blocks, and kicks. There was one point when the Slayer kicked straight up, catching him in the chin with her heel, and stayed in her vertical split position. Spike admired the work. "Nice."
"You wish." They fought until Faith pinned him into the ground.
***
"They're rolling on the floor now," said Dawn to Connor.
He dug around in his pocket and fished out ten dollars.
Dawn stood at the door for a few more seconds. "Do we have to interrupt?" she asked Connor. He sighed and nodded when he started to see Faith's shirt come up. "Hey!" she yelled having them break their kiss. "There are minors in the room."
The two of them left the room leaving the others to get up and situated. Faith grinned. "Told ya I'd come out on top." Spike smirked and went into the main part of the store. "Where'd Cordy go?" asked the Slayer.
Anya looked up from her list. "Oh, she had a date with some guy named Ken."
"At this hour? It's a little after midnight." asked Fred.
The ex-demon shrugged. "He isn't a vampire."
"So," began Faith. "What'd we do now?"
Wesley looked up. "Prepare to hunt. We're going by the docks first."
***
Faith, Wes, and Spike walked down the docks. "I smell Peaches. He's close." They paused at the sound of laughter. Cordelia and her date were walking along the pier. "Bloody hell," said both Spike and Wes. Faith grinned.
"Wow." The trio looked up to find Buffy sitting cross-legged on top of a crate. "We're supposed to kill Cordy. But you can still watch." She looked to her right. When everyone followed her gaze, they saw Angelus swing a sword over his head. It cut the rope, dropping the huge crate directly onto Cordelia and Ken. Buffy jumped off her own crate and went to her lover's side. They laughed and sauntered into the shadows.
***
Cordy only saw black. She fazed back and her eyes met the only person she never thought she'd see again. "Doyle?"
***
"You didn't kill them all?" yelled Roxinu in fury.
Angelus rolled his eyes. He hated private audiences with R.G. "Sorry, well not really, but in the past you seemed to have problems with me killing people you don't order."
"Does this mean you are going to answer to me again?"
"Over my dead, well ashy body. I'm just interested in this whole Twilight deal."
"I brought you back. You owe me. You aren't interested in 'the whole Twilight deal'."
"Listen. I got better things to do. Call me when you've got another job you can't get done yourself." With that, Angelus left to go to his own room, leaving Roxinu Girhattiza fuming.
Angelus entered his room to find Buffy lounging on the bed. "What was that all about?"
He walked over to the bed and began kissing her. "Old R.G.'s mad we didn't kill Wesley, Spike, and was it Faith who was there?"
She began to unbutton his shirt and kissed him some more. "Um-hum."
"I didn't know Faithy was here." Angelus pulled at her shirt.
"Less talky. More kissy," she said pouting. Happy to oblige he took that pouty lip into his mouth.
***
"Doyle?" Cordy questioned hazily. "You're dead."
He smiled. "You have an incredible grasp of the obvious. And still no tact whatsoever."
She winced in pain. "I hurt, Doyle."
"You're dying," he said, looking in pity.
"But the visions, the gang needs them."
"You have two choices. One, to go back and stay in a coma for the rest of your life. Two, die and pass the visions on."
She paused for a little bit. "How do I pass them on?"
"Here's an incantation that you can say," said Doyle, pulling the paper from his pocket. "I used this last time. You just happen to get the visions when I kissed you."
He laid the paper in front of her. She was about to start. "Wait. Who should I send it too?"
"Your choice."
Cordy looked at the incantation and began to chant.
***
Willow was shaking. She went into the back room claiming that she had to look at some other book resources. Instead she sat on the couch shaking. 'Why did Tara have to be right?' she thought. "I am addicted to magic."
She felt the couch shift and looked up to see Oz. "I think I know why I'm here now," he said. Willow gave him a questioning look. "We're supposed to help each other."
"How?"
"My wolf and your magic addiction."
"I am not addicted to magic and I thought you said your wolf was under control," she said getting off the couch.
"The wolf's almost under control. I saw three witches in San Francisco. They helped a lot." He looked at her directly. "But when I came in. I heard you say that you did have an addiction."
"I didn't say addiction!" Willow exclaimed. "I said. . . .problem."
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you say to helping each other?" asked Oz. Her reply was cut off by a scream in the other room.
***
Giles was going through the inventory book when the phone rang. Anya was busy counting money. Knowing she would never give that job up, he answered the phone. "Hello, Magic Box."
"Rupert," said a female voice that he knew very well. "It's Olivia."
"Olivia," he said smiling, taking off his glasses. "Don't mean to be rude. But why are you calling?"
"I think it's time that I came over and visited again."
"It's not that I don't enjoy your company. It's just. . .we're experiencing a bit of a crisis at the moment. . .and. . ."
"Well, that's to bad, Rupert, because I'm about to go on the plane. See you in a few hours." The phone went dead and Giles sighed deeply.
Anya's scream cut him off from his next thought. Xander was by her in an instant. "Ahn. Ahn are you okay?" Willow and Oz came in from the back.
Anya looked up at him with glazed eyes. "Xander. Oh God! It's Cordelia. She's dead!"
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TBC. . .
We're going to get together next weekend to write more. As always, REVIEW!!!