Okay, first off, I forgot to say where I got the idea for the ring. It's from the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings books, by J.R.R. Tolkein. I decided to use it because that was all I could think of at the time and Gollum is really cool. Anywho, Buffy and Harry Potter related materials are not mine, however much I wish they were. Anything that has not been in the Buffy series, or the Harry Potter books, then it probably came out of my warped mind. And as for those cookies I promised you, well, they fell into a conveniently located plot hole. It's over there = () . Sorry about your luck. You can dive in after them, if you'de like, but I wouldn't recommend it. Goodness knows what dangers may be lurking in there. And the words written like this* are meant to be in italics.
So, now that that's done, I'd like you all to vote on shippings. I have decided that there will be a little romance in here, but besides Spike/Buffy, I don't know what to put. The following are your choices. Please vote in your review. Please? (0)_(0)
For straight pairings
A) Harry/Hermione
B) Harry/Ginny
C) Ron/Hermione
D) Draco/Hermione
E) Draco/Ginny
F) Harry/Cho
G) Ron/Lavender
H) Seamus/Ginny
OR for slashy pairs
A) Harry/Draco
B) Harry/Ron
C) Draco/Ron
D) Seamus/Ron
E) Draco/Seamus
F) Harry/Seamus
G) Hermione/Ginny
H) Hermione/Lavender
Please indicate whether your letter goes with set one, or set two, and remember that there can be more than one ship, but one person cannot be chosen twice, because then I'd get confused and screw it all up. =
Chapter 2: Still No Good Titles Springing To Mind.
Draco pulled out his green notebook, which he had used to record all the information he had found. Apparently, William the Bloody was now going by 'Spike' and Spike had been captured by some crazy military group about two years ago that called themselves 'The Initiative'. Draco had been referring to them as Bloody-Stupid-Ponces-Who-Decided-To-Take-It-Upon-Themselves-To-Make-My-Job-Amazingly-More-Difficult. You see, there was hardly any available information that gave more than just vauge references to this chip thing that they had put into Spike's brain. Just researching that* had taken nearly two hours. The only book that he found really good information on it was in the Watchers' Diary of Rupert Giles. Of course, he also found almost everything of any use in that book, the only problem was that he'd had to go all the way back* to Sunnydale to get it. Not that it was very difficult. Apparating across the ocean took a lot out of a person. Especially if they'd just gotten their Apparation Liscence a month ago.
No, getting the book was the easy part. Decifering it was somewhat more difficult. There was all sorts of fascinating information, and if he'd been Hermione, he would've been orgasming at just the mere sight of it. But thank ye Gods he wasn't, and that made his job slightly* easier. All he had to do was skim pages until he came to a word that jumped up and screamed 'RELEVANT'. Then he'd copy down that part. He re-read his notes now, to cement them into his brain. Spike, now practically helpless, meaning that he couldn't feed himself, went to the current Slayer, Elizabeth Anne Summers, for help. Surprisingly, she agreed, even though he'd been trying to kill her and all her friends for several years now.
Over time, they became forced friends, and then it got very confusing for Draco. Suddenly, some girl named Dawn started being mentioned frequently, though there was no information on her background. Until much later, when it was revealed that she wasn't really a person, but a compacted person-shaped ball of energy. That made perfect sense to Draco* and he moved on to where the bloodthirsty-rendered-impotent Spike fell in love with Buffy, the Slayer. She scorned him to no end, yet trusted him with the life of her sister, whom she believed to be real. There was an evil-hell-goddess who wanted the energy that made up this Dawn girl, and Buffy didn't want her to have it. Neither did anyone but the hell goddess and her minions, apparently, because many people went through severe tourture so as this hell goddess, Glory, wouldn't find out that the energy ball was now Dawn. Spike having the worst. If he wasn't already dead, he wouldn't have lived through it. Almost died again, as it was. And another of Buffy's close friends, a witch named Tara, got her hand crushed in full view of public, but couldn't even cry out. Draco wondered if this Glory had ever met his father.
During the big fight for Dawn's life, after Glory found out who she really was, Spike had rushed in to save the day, but had gotten thrown off a tower. Dawn was ready to kill herself to stop Glory, but Buffy threw herself* off of this same tower instead. Spike blamed himself because he couldn't get to Dawn before the ritual was started, and the love of his unlife had to die. She was buried a week later, next to her mother. There, the book cut off. Draco noticed the small, almost invisible tear stains that marked the last few pages, the ones written after her death. Draco sighed deeply. He wished he could use his notebook for reference when talking to 'Spike' later on. And he still had to figure out how to get her back like he promised. He considered just leaving Spike high and dry after the War was over, but, even though he was a mean, nasty, detestable ass, and he knew it, he had a very stict moral code that made him keep his promises. At this moment, he was cursing it with great creativity, and a wide range of topics.
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He hoped that this 'Draco Malfoy', at least that's what Spike thought he said his name was, wasn't trying to pull a fast one on him. He hoped for the boy's sake, mostly. Because what Spike would do to him if he didn't hold his end of the bargain wouldn't even compare to the headache that Spike would get afterwards. He settled in his chair, hoping to get a little rest before he went to meet the boy. There were still five hours and he hadn't ate or slept in maybe two days. He had no idea when he promised Buffy that he would look after Dawn, that teenage girls could be so busy and tiring* at the same time. He was suddenly glad that he could never become a father. Then he was overcome with remorse. Then he kicked himself, drained his bag of blood, and drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
~~corny dream fade-out~~
A man was running as fast as he could along a dark, damp corridor. It was cold. And the man was wearing thin robes. It was hot out side, and he was sweating as well. The things* behind him could smell the sweat. They were coming closer. And closer. They had him now, their white, scaly hands grabbing him all over and holding him down. He could hear them breathing now, a dry, rattling sound. Another thing was coming now. It was telling the other things to step back. It spoke with a human tounge. But it felt* wrong. It felt evil*. It lowered it's hood and it wasn't real. It was wrong*. Like a cartoon. And it laughed, and the man began to cry. Then it stopped and it was no longer there. None of the things were there. The man stood, confused. He went back outside and he saw the Others. The Others were good. They were nice. Best of all, they were on his side. The Others were mostly human. Wizards and Witches and one Vampire. The man looked around. He was lost. The Others were no longer there. He was in a forest and there was a spider. It grew, until it was much bigger than him. It tried to bite him, and he ran. He ran until he was back. Then Draco turned to him and told him to get up. And he did. Draco smiled, then laughed like the wrong* thing that was in the corridor. Then he fell, and Draco told him he had to get up because it was time to go. And he did. And he went.
~~corny dream fade-in~~
Spike sat up. Then he got up. And he began to go. Then he stopped and looked around. He was confused. The boy from the bar wasn't there. And neither was he in a castle. He was in his crypt. And he was afraid. He hadn't been afraid like this in years and he didn't like it. His gaze fell upon the empty bag of blood lying near his chair. He gave it a dirty look. "Bad Blood." He said, and went about getting ready to go meet the boy.
Yeah, it's short, but doesn't it just fit* to end this chapter there? Okay, you gotta vote. You have to. Please? (0)_(0)
See the top if you can't remember what you're voting for, because that's too much to write all over again.
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\/(Author's Note-I wrote this chappie nearly a month ago, right after the first one, and I swear that I up-loaded it, but apparently not. Since I didn't up-load and thought I did, I'v almost got the third chapter ready. This weekend, I'd say, you can look for it! Sorry for my stupidity!!!= )
So, now that that's done, I'd like you all to vote on shippings. I have decided that there will be a little romance in here, but besides Spike/Buffy, I don't know what to put. The following are your choices. Please vote in your review. Please? (0)_(0)
For straight pairings
A) Harry/Hermione
B) Harry/Ginny
C) Ron/Hermione
D) Draco/Hermione
E) Draco/Ginny
F) Harry/Cho
G) Ron/Lavender
H) Seamus/Ginny
OR for slashy pairs
A) Harry/Draco
B) Harry/Ron
C) Draco/Ron
D) Seamus/Ron
E) Draco/Seamus
F) Harry/Seamus
G) Hermione/Ginny
H) Hermione/Lavender
Please indicate whether your letter goes with set one, or set two, and remember that there can be more than one ship, but one person cannot be chosen twice, because then I'd get confused and screw it all up. =
Chapter 2: Still No Good Titles Springing To Mind.
Draco pulled out his green notebook, which he had used to record all the information he had found. Apparently, William the Bloody was now going by 'Spike' and Spike had been captured by some crazy military group about two years ago that called themselves 'The Initiative'. Draco had been referring to them as Bloody-Stupid-Ponces-Who-Decided-To-Take-It-Upon-Themselves-To-Make-My-Job-Amazingly-More-Difficult. You see, there was hardly any available information that gave more than just vauge references to this chip thing that they had put into Spike's brain. Just researching that* had taken nearly two hours. The only book that he found really good information on it was in the Watchers' Diary of Rupert Giles. Of course, he also found almost everything of any use in that book, the only problem was that he'd had to go all the way back* to Sunnydale to get it. Not that it was very difficult. Apparating across the ocean took a lot out of a person. Especially if they'd just gotten their Apparation Liscence a month ago.
No, getting the book was the easy part. Decifering it was somewhat more difficult. There was all sorts of fascinating information, and if he'd been Hermione, he would've been orgasming at just the mere sight of it. But thank ye Gods he wasn't, and that made his job slightly* easier. All he had to do was skim pages until he came to a word that jumped up and screamed 'RELEVANT'. Then he'd copy down that part. He re-read his notes now, to cement them into his brain. Spike, now practically helpless, meaning that he couldn't feed himself, went to the current Slayer, Elizabeth Anne Summers, for help. Surprisingly, she agreed, even though he'd been trying to kill her and all her friends for several years now.
Over time, they became forced friends, and then it got very confusing for Draco. Suddenly, some girl named Dawn started being mentioned frequently, though there was no information on her background. Until much later, when it was revealed that she wasn't really a person, but a compacted person-shaped ball of energy. That made perfect sense to Draco* and he moved on to where the bloodthirsty-rendered-impotent Spike fell in love with Buffy, the Slayer. She scorned him to no end, yet trusted him with the life of her sister, whom she believed to be real. There was an evil-hell-goddess who wanted the energy that made up this Dawn girl, and Buffy didn't want her to have it. Neither did anyone but the hell goddess and her minions, apparently, because many people went through severe tourture so as this hell goddess, Glory, wouldn't find out that the energy ball was now Dawn. Spike having the worst. If he wasn't already dead, he wouldn't have lived through it. Almost died again, as it was. And another of Buffy's close friends, a witch named Tara, got her hand crushed in full view of public, but couldn't even cry out. Draco wondered if this Glory had ever met his father.
During the big fight for Dawn's life, after Glory found out who she really was, Spike had rushed in to save the day, but had gotten thrown off a tower. Dawn was ready to kill herself to stop Glory, but Buffy threw herself* off of this same tower instead. Spike blamed himself because he couldn't get to Dawn before the ritual was started, and the love of his unlife had to die. She was buried a week later, next to her mother. There, the book cut off. Draco noticed the small, almost invisible tear stains that marked the last few pages, the ones written after her death. Draco sighed deeply. He wished he could use his notebook for reference when talking to 'Spike' later on. And he still had to figure out how to get her back like he promised. He considered just leaving Spike high and dry after the War was over, but, even though he was a mean, nasty, detestable ass, and he knew it, he had a very stict moral code that made him keep his promises. At this moment, he was cursing it with great creativity, and a wide range of topics.
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He hoped that this 'Draco Malfoy', at least that's what Spike thought he said his name was, wasn't trying to pull a fast one on him. He hoped for the boy's sake, mostly. Because what Spike would do to him if he didn't hold his end of the bargain wouldn't even compare to the headache that Spike would get afterwards. He settled in his chair, hoping to get a little rest before he went to meet the boy. There were still five hours and he hadn't ate or slept in maybe two days. He had no idea when he promised Buffy that he would look after Dawn, that teenage girls could be so busy and tiring* at the same time. He was suddenly glad that he could never become a father. Then he was overcome with remorse. Then he kicked himself, drained his bag of blood, and drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
~~corny dream fade-out~~
A man was running as fast as he could along a dark, damp corridor. It was cold. And the man was wearing thin robes. It was hot out side, and he was sweating as well. The things* behind him could smell the sweat. They were coming closer. And closer. They had him now, their white, scaly hands grabbing him all over and holding him down. He could hear them breathing now, a dry, rattling sound. Another thing was coming now. It was telling the other things to step back. It spoke with a human tounge. But it felt* wrong. It felt evil*. It lowered it's hood and it wasn't real. It was wrong*. Like a cartoon. And it laughed, and the man began to cry. Then it stopped and it was no longer there. None of the things were there. The man stood, confused. He went back outside and he saw the Others. The Others were good. They were nice. Best of all, they were on his side. The Others were mostly human. Wizards and Witches and one Vampire. The man looked around. He was lost. The Others were no longer there. He was in a forest and there was a spider. It grew, until it was much bigger than him. It tried to bite him, and he ran. He ran until he was back. Then Draco turned to him and told him to get up. And he did. Draco smiled, then laughed like the wrong* thing that was in the corridor. Then he fell, and Draco told him he had to get up because it was time to go. And he did. And he went.
~~corny dream fade-in~~
Spike sat up. Then he got up. And he began to go. Then he stopped and looked around. He was confused. The boy from the bar wasn't there. And neither was he in a castle. He was in his crypt. And he was afraid. He hadn't been afraid like this in years and he didn't like it. His gaze fell upon the empty bag of blood lying near his chair. He gave it a dirty look. "Bad Blood." He said, and went about getting ready to go meet the boy.
Yeah, it's short, but doesn't it just fit* to end this chapter there? Okay, you gotta vote. You have to. Please? (0)_(0)
See the top if you can't remember what you're voting for, because that's too much to write all over again.
REVIEW!!!!
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\/(Author's Note-I wrote this chappie nearly a month ago, right after the first one, and I swear that I up-loaded it, but apparently not. Since I didn't up-load and thought I did, I'v almost got the third chapter ready. This weekend, I'd say, you can look for it! Sorry for my stupidity!!!= )