Disclaimer: I've never felt pain like this. Who would've thought she would
do this to me? And there she sits, calmly but firmly holding my hand as the
lye burns my skin. I start to visualize a forest to ignore the pain, but a
slap across my cheek brings me back. "No, stay with the pain!" Anyanka
commands, a small smile crawling to her face as she watches me thrash from
the anguish. "You have no idea how much this hurts!" I cry, wishing for
someone to walk in the door, put a gun to my head, and put me out of my
misery. But, in a surprise mood, Anyanka raises her left hand, showing me
the outer part. It's a scar, one that resembles the one I will have in a
few seconds. Two little lips, angrily protruding out. "Lily, you just have
to admit it, and this will all go away." I ignore her. I can't do it. "You
could put water on it, which will only make the burn worse, or I could pour
vinegar on it and neutralize it. But you have to admit it." My eyes begin
to twitch as the skin on my hand starts to melt away. "Ok!" I scream, "Joss
Whedon owns Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and William Shakespeare wrote A
Midsummer Night's Dream! I'm a pathetic shmuck! Now please make it stop!"
Rating: PG-13- Naughtiness by the Bard
Summary: 100% AU! Magic? Mistaken identity? Fairies? True love? And . . . donkey lovin'? BTVS meets Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream!
Author's Notes: (singing the Indiana Jones' theme) Here I come now! It is me! I haven't written! Because I'm la-azy! (stops when a rotten tomato hits my face) I suck big time. I haven't written in so long, because I've been filling out college applications, hanging with my friends, watching my new videos from Christmas, and cleaning my room. Ooh, I've also taught myself to identify any song on the Beatles' Number 1 by listening to the first ten seconds. The point there is . . . WHO CARES? I love all of my reviewers, even those who insist I should put Lindsay in (I might make him a naked elf to please you!). And, to all of you who don't review, I still love you, but you don't get a Spikebot or Buffybot or Gilesbot (believe me, some people want one) for Valentines Day. You get a malfunctioning Glorybot or Mayorbot. Love to you all! Kisses and such!
PS: I've discovered one of my newest, favoritist movies (but it doesn't replace Dogma). Fight Club! Violence, humor, anarchy, social disorder, Brad Pitt, anti-capitalism, Brad Pitt . . . so very good. Well, I (cough) stole my disclaimer from Fight Club. Believe me, the actual scene is a lot more entertaining.
Chapter Five- I Am Your Spaniel!
*I forgot she could swear like a sailor,* mused Angel as he rushed through the forest.
Behind him, he could hear Drusilla cursing her decision to wear platform heals with every uneven step she took. Every nine steps or so, she'd fall off balance, or trip over a stone or stick, or find herself immersed in a puddle of warm, sticky mud. Her legs, left bare because of her choice in wearing a miniskirt, were scratched and bleeding from the stray branches she brushed by.
Amazingly, she kept going on. The girl had stamina.
"Angel! Please slow down!" she cried, her chest heaving up and down as tried to catch her breath.
Ten feet ahead of her, Angel grunted with amusement. "Why you think I'm actually going to wait for you?"
"Because you're-"
The brunette girl stumbled, tripping and falling forward onto the ground.
"DAMNIT!"
Her new, $160 white halter top was ruined, a large splattering of mud covering the front.
Turning, Angel caught a glimpse of his former girlfriend, her eyes bright red as she cursed the world through tears.
"That'll teach you," he muttered, taking off quickly and hoping she wouldn't follow.
A few yards ahead, the trees thinned out as he entered the cave area. Leaning against a nearby rock to rest, he let the memories of this area wash over him. As a child, he and his buddies would spend their summers in the caves, creating great adventures involving pirates and spacemen. Then, when he entered his teen years, he would bring his girlfriends down for a little "conversation".
That is, until Drusilla came to high school.
It had been the usual games when he met her, Angel playing the part of the irresistible older guy. But she wouldn't take any of his crap. She turned him down, every single time. Drusilla made him pursue her, woo her. And in the end, Angel fell in love with the seductive, darkly gorgeous, somewhat spacey self-proclaimed "Princess".
As he heard Drusilla coming closer, hopping as she re-strapped her shoes, Angel wondered where his princess had gone. She had become this dribbling, woeful, emotional, lovesick girl. He would admit, to himself only, that it was probably him that caused this change, when he dumped her for Buffy.
In high school, he and Buffy had been close, as close as the boyfriend and best friend could be. Truthfully, he thought nothing of the small blonde girl, only admiring the fact at how good she was to Drusilla.
But the day he became Hank Summers intern, and found out who his daughter was, became the day Buffy transformed into the most perfect woman on the planet. He knew in high school that she was loaded, but he hadn't any idea how powerful and influential her connections were. Unlike Drusilla, who came from a family of vineyard owners, being with Buffy meant he could move up in the world, someday taking over Hank's position at Sire Records or, possibly, Rupert Giles'.
Watching Drusilla push her bangs out of her eyes and come near him (close, but not TOO close), Angel became angry.
"Why are you following me?" he screamed, his nose inches away from hers. "I mean, I thanked you when you told me about Buffy and Spike, but I thought we were done at that!" Drusilla's eyes became softer when she noticed how close they were, a sight that made him more rabid. "I. AM. HERE. TO. GET. BUFFY! BUFFY! Not to spend time with you!"
She didn't respond, only to sigh heavily and make sad mooneyes at him.
"Oh God!" he roared, "Are you slow? Do you understand anything I'm saying? I HATE YOU! I don't have a clue why I stayed with you!"
As he quickly stood up, Drusilla's eyes grew large with fear.
"I DO understand Angel," she cried, near tears, "I understand that you are only pretending to hate me! I know that, somewhere, you still love me! You know it too! So does Buffy and everyone from school and the planets . . ."
"Shut up about the stupid planets, you nimrod!"
"Why don't you make me, Angelus!"
He faltered when she used his real name, something she only did when she was truly pissed. Staring at her closely as she leaned against the large stone, he saw a bit of the old Drusilla, the one who could send his head spinning with one look. Approaching her, it took every bit of his resolve not to get on his knees and beg forgiveness from his Dark Goddess.
"For the last time, listen to me. I don't feel anything for you. You were just . . . a conquest. A good time."
The lie sat in the back of his throat, burning him.
"You don't mean that." A small tear dropped from her eye. When he didn't respond she continued, angrier. "Do you know what happens in the forest when you lie? The spirits get angry and make you pay."
"Fine with me, just as long as you leave me alone."
Stomping as he left her, Angel left the caves. He had to find Buffy before she and Spike completed their objective. It had to be this way.
Seconds later, he heard Drusilla follow him, sniffling as she trailed.
His faithful little dog.
^^^^^^^^^^
As the two left the clearing, Xander realized how much he hated human guys.
He had seen everything. Invisible, and sitting on top of the rock they leaned against, he watched the man purposely hurt her, purposely make her cry. And the young woman took it all, so strongly in love with the cruel man.
*Don't worry. By the time you leave tomorrow, he'll be chasing you.*
A presence came up from behind him.
"Did ya get it?" he asked, knowing well who it was.
Thrusting a bouquet of poppies into his hand, Willow grumpily seated herself next to the king.
"There you go, Mr. I'm-Gonna-Be-In-So-Much-Trouble-If-And-When-Queen- Cordelia-Finds-Out."
Poppies, normal poppies to be exact, are pretty little flowers. But the poppies he held were a special breed, grown by the naiads, and fed by the enchanted streams. The large petals weren't red, they were scarlet, almost the color of blood and passion, attached to the bulb, which was swelling from the extraordinary amount of nectar that lie inside. A bouquet of twelve. More than enough to do the job.
"Got a mission for you," he said, taking a flower from the bunch, "There is a man in the forest, with a young girl following him. She's in love with him, but he's a bastard and said she was 'Just a good time.' "
Willow's eyes grew large. "He did?" Her mouth turned into a menacing frown. "Stupid poophead."
"Go into the woods and find them. He's lookin' pretty tired, so when he's asleep, put some of the juice on his eyes." He leaned in, making sure she would get the next part correctly. "The girl must be the first thing he sees when he wakes up!"
"Okeedokee!" Willow exclaimed, getting ready to run off.
Stopping her momentarily, Xander continued. "You'll know who they are because . . . well, because they are the only humans in the forest tonight."
Tucking the flower behind her ear, the elf grinned. "Got it, boss!"
In a flash, the redhead was off.
"Now," he mumbled to himself, looking down at the flowers, "I've got my own things to do."
Author's Notes, Part II: Dum dum DUM! The plot thickens! Muahaha! So, can you guess what's going to happen? No? Well, it's going to get a lot weirder. For those of you who know the play, I decided to redeem the part of Demetrius (Angel), giving him a valid reason to chase Hermia (Buffy) and dump Helena (Drusilla). I just finished Pride and Prejudice for school, so it seems valid to me. Also, for my readers out there who have seen the latest movie version with Rupert Everett and Calista Flockhard, should I (tee hee hee) make it a bit more like that one? *coughnakedspikecough* Opinions? Comments? Admissions of Undying Love?
Rating: PG-13- Naughtiness by the Bard
Summary: 100% AU! Magic? Mistaken identity? Fairies? True love? And . . . donkey lovin'? BTVS meets Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream!
Author's Notes: (singing the Indiana Jones' theme) Here I come now! It is me! I haven't written! Because I'm la-azy! (stops when a rotten tomato hits my face) I suck big time. I haven't written in so long, because I've been filling out college applications, hanging with my friends, watching my new videos from Christmas, and cleaning my room. Ooh, I've also taught myself to identify any song on the Beatles' Number 1 by listening to the first ten seconds. The point there is . . . WHO CARES? I love all of my reviewers, even those who insist I should put Lindsay in (I might make him a naked elf to please you!). And, to all of you who don't review, I still love you, but you don't get a Spikebot or Buffybot or Gilesbot (believe me, some people want one) for Valentines Day. You get a malfunctioning Glorybot or Mayorbot. Love to you all! Kisses and such!
PS: I've discovered one of my newest, favoritist movies (but it doesn't replace Dogma). Fight Club! Violence, humor, anarchy, social disorder, Brad Pitt, anti-capitalism, Brad Pitt . . . so very good. Well, I (cough) stole my disclaimer from Fight Club. Believe me, the actual scene is a lot more entertaining.
Chapter Five- I Am Your Spaniel!
*I forgot she could swear like a sailor,* mused Angel as he rushed through the forest.
Behind him, he could hear Drusilla cursing her decision to wear platform heals with every uneven step she took. Every nine steps or so, she'd fall off balance, or trip over a stone or stick, or find herself immersed in a puddle of warm, sticky mud. Her legs, left bare because of her choice in wearing a miniskirt, were scratched and bleeding from the stray branches she brushed by.
Amazingly, she kept going on. The girl had stamina.
"Angel! Please slow down!" she cried, her chest heaving up and down as tried to catch her breath.
Ten feet ahead of her, Angel grunted with amusement. "Why you think I'm actually going to wait for you?"
"Because you're-"
The brunette girl stumbled, tripping and falling forward onto the ground.
"DAMNIT!"
Her new, $160 white halter top was ruined, a large splattering of mud covering the front.
Turning, Angel caught a glimpse of his former girlfriend, her eyes bright red as she cursed the world through tears.
"That'll teach you," he muttered, taking off quickly and hoping she wouldn't follow.
A few yards ahead, the trees thinned out as he entered the cave area. Leaning against a nearby rock to rest, he let the memories of this area wash over him. As a child, he and his buddies would spend their summers in the caves, creating great adventures involving pirates and spacemen. Then, when he entered his teen years, he would bring his girlfriends down for a little "conversation".
That is, until Drusilla came to high school.
It had been the usual games when he met her, Angel playing the part of the irresistible older guy. But she wouldn't take any of his crap. She turned him down, every single time. Drusilla made him pursue her, woo her. And in the end, Angel fell in love with the seductive, darkly gorgeous, somewhat spacey self-proclaimed "Princess".
As he heard Drusilla coming closer, hopping as she re-strapped her shoes, Angel wondered where his princess had gone. She had become this dribbling, woeful, emotional, lovesick girl. He would admit, to himself only, that it was probably him that caused this change, when he dumped her for Buffy.
In high school, he and Buffy had been close, as close as the boyfriend and best friend could be. Truthfully, he thought nothing of the small blonde girl, only admiring the fact at how good she was to Drusilla.
But the day he became Hank Summers intern, and found out who his daughter was, became the day Buffy transformed into the most perfect woman on the planet. He knew in high school that she was loaded, but he hadn't any idea how powerful and influential her connections were. Unlike Drusilla, who came from a family of vineyard owners, being with Buffy meant he could move up in the world, someday taking over Hank's position at Sire Records or, possibly, Rupert Giles'.
Watching Drusilla push her bangs out of her eyes and come near him (close, but not TOO close), Angel became angry.
"Why are you following me?" he screamed, his nose inches away from hers. "I mean, I thanked you when you told me about Buffy and Spike, but I thought we were done at that!" Drusilla's eyes became softer when she noticed how close they were, a sight that made him more rabid. "I. AM. HERE. TO. GET. BUFFY! BUFFY! Not to spend time with you!"
She didn't respond, only to sigh heavily and make sad mooneyes at him.
"Oh God!" he roared, "Are you slow? Do you understand anything I'm saying? I HATE YOU! I don't have a clue why I stayed with you!"
As he quickly stood up, Drusilla's eyes grew large with fear.
"I DO understand Angel," she cried, near tears, "I understand that you are only pretending to hate me! I know that, somewhere, you still love me! You know it too! So does Buffy and everyone from school and the planets . . ."
"Shut up about the stupid planets, you nimrod!"
"Why don't you make me, Angelus!"
He faltered when she used his real name, something she only did when she was truly pissed. Staring at her closely as she leaned against the large stone, he saw a bit of the old Drusilla, the one who could send his head spinning with one look. Approaching her, it took every bit of his resolve not to get on his knees and beg forgiveness from his Dark Goddess.
"For the last time, listen to me. I don't feel anything for you. You were just . . . a conquest. A good time."
The lie sat in the back of his throat, burning him.
"You don't mean that." A small tear dropped from her eye. When he didn't respond she continued, angrier. "Do you know what happens in the forest when you lie? The spirits get angry and make you pay."
"Fine with me, just as long as you leave me alone."
Stomping as he left her, Angel left the caves. He had to find Buffy before she and Spike completed their objective. It had to be this way.
Seconds later, he heard Drusilla follow him, sniffling as she trailed.
His faithful little dog.
^^^^^^^^^^
As the two left the clearing, Xander realized how much he hated human guys.
He had seen everything. Invisible, and sitting on top of the rock they leaned against, he watched the man purposely hurt her, purposely make her cry. And the young woman took it all, so strongly in love with the cruel man.
*Don't worry. By the time you leave tomorrow, he'll be chasing you.*
A presence came up from behind him.
"Did ya get it?" he asked, knowing well who it was.
Thrusting a bouquet of poppies into his hand, Willow grumpily seated herself next to the king.
"There you go, Mr. I'm-Gonna-Be-In-So-Much-Trouble-If-And-When-Queen- Cordelia-Finds-Out."
Poppies, normal poppies to be exact, are pretty little flowers. But the poppies he held were a special breed, grown by the naiads, and fed by the enchanted streams. The large petals weren't red, they were scarlet, almost the color of blood and passion, attached to the bulb, which was swelling from the extraordinary amount of nectar that lie inside. A bouquet of twelve. More than enough to do the job.
"Got a mission for you," he said, taking a flower from the bunch, "There is a man in the forest, with a young girl following him. She's in love with him, but he's a bastard and said she was 'Just a good time.' "
Willow's eyes grew large. "He did?" Her mouth turned into a menacing frown. "Stupid poophead."
"Go into the woods and find them. He's lookin' pretty tired, so when he's asleep, put some of the juice on his eyes." He leaned in, making sure she would get the next part correctly. "The girl must be the first thing he sees when he wakes up!"
"Okeedokee!" Willow exclaimed, getting ready to run off.
Stopping her momentarily, Xander continued. "You'll know who they are because . . . well, because they are the only humans in the forest tonight."
Tucking the flower behind her ear, the elf grinned. "Got it, boss!"
In a flash, the redhead was off.
"Now," he mumbled to himself, looking down at the flowers, "I've got my own things to do."
Author's Notes, Part II: Dum dum DUM! The plot thickens! Muahaha! So, can you guess what's going to happen? No? Well, it's going to get a lot weirder. For those of you who know the play, I decided to redeem the part of Demetrius (Angel), giving him a valid reason to chase Hermia (Buffy) and dump Helena (Drusilla). I just finished Pride and Prejudice for school, so it seems valid to me. Also, for my readers out there who have seen the latest movie version with Rupert Everett and Calista Flockhard, should I (tee hee hee) make it a bit more like that one? *coughnakedspikecough* Opinions? Comments? Admissions of Undying Love?