Title: The Way "End of Days" Should Have Been
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the god Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy *Grr-Arg*
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
Feedback: Uh-Huh! We want very honest opinions, equaling in our embrace of flames!
Chapter Title: Welcome to the Hellmouth
Summary: The first god trouble strikes and Dawn calls Angel.
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Buffy and Spike walked around the town for a little bit in complete silence. "Aren't you gonna ask?" She looked at him in question. "What it feels like?"
"Nope." He raised an eyebrow. "Okay, yes. I'm curious beyond all reason. But I'm not gonna ask because everyone in that house will be asking. And you'll get really sick of it. And I'm not going to be the person to start that." There was a pause. "Either that, or people'll be really quiet 'cuz they're afraid you're gonna strike lightning on them."
"Think that'd work on Andrew?"
Buffy grinned. "No. He'd probably relate you to one of his 'sci-fi poofs'." She giggled at that. When she looked up at him, he was looking straight ahead. There was a man dressed in almost total black. He was a fierce-looking man with a shaggy beard. "What?"
"I know him."
"Poker game?"
"No, somewhere else." Spike walked towards the man, but he took off in a run. Spike and Buffy followed quickly. The guy flew past a few streets and down an alleyway.
Where there was a dead end.
"Did you turn down a wrong street or something?" asked Buffy.
"No, he came down here. I'm bloody well certain." Just as he was finished, a figure jumped down behind Buffy and wrapped a sword around her neck. The Slayer struggled against his grip, but found it to hard to get out of.
"Buffy!"
"Hades told me she was precious to you," said the man. He sniffed her hair. Buffy leaned the other way sickened. He smelled like death.
The man took his sword and sliced her deeply down the arm and Buffy swallowed a scream. "You'll hold still when I touch you."
"What do you want?" asked Spike standing less than ten feet away.
"Well, she would be nice. Smells powerful. I'd also like to fight you. See your god stuff in action. If you're really all powerful like they say."
"Then leave the girl alone and we'll fight.."
"Actually. . . " The man took the sword and prepared to slip it across her neck. Spike went to go for Buffy, when there was a bright light where the man sliced her. He smiled and quickly tossed her down, cutting off a piece of her hair and pocketing it. "Wow! I killed your girlfriend. How does it feel?"
Spike made no coherent sound, but instead flung himself at the man. They punched, blocked, and kicked with each other. Spike managed to land a solid right hook on the man's jaw. "Dard! I had no idea you had it in you!" He stepped back. "I really wish I could stay and fight more, but Hades will wonder what happened. And he'll be really mad if you're killed now."
He disappeared in a black cloud, leaving behind two different kind of flowers. Spike ran over to Buffy and turned her over. She had worn a tank- top, so the wound was easy to see. About ¾ of an inch wide and went from her shoulder to the elbow. It was still gushing blood. He looked at her neck.
There was nothing wrong with it. There was a little nick on the left side of it, but that was it. It hadn't hit a major artery. Spike breathed in relief and began prodding the Slayer.
Buffy sighed and woke up. "Ow." She grabbed it with her other arm. "Okay, I'm gonna hope by the time we get home, Willow will be there. Also, who was that?"
"Thanatos."
***
Xander was pacing. The morning had started out great. A construction site had finally hired him and Robin got the principal job at the school. But Willow, Tara, Buffy, and Spike weren't home yet. "Xander! Sit down!" exclaimed Faith.
Robin looked at him. "She's right. You're wearing the carpet."
That's when the door opened. All four of them came in and Buffy went straight to the kitchen with Willow. "I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say huh?" commented Xander.
Spike took some of the flowers out of his pockets. "Glinda, what are these?"
She looked at them. "They're n-narcissus and cypress. Very well, bred too."
"You wanna tell me why Thanatos had 'em?"
"Th-Th-Thanatos? A-Are you sure it was h-him?"
Willow's voice came from the kitchen. "Could you guys come in here. We'd like to listen." They moved to the kitchen where Willow was stitching up Buffy's arm.
"Bloody well sure. Though I don't know how. And he called me Dard."
"He said he knew Hades. If that's any help," supplied Buffy.
Tara sighed. "Will, can I use your iBook? I just want to be double sure on info." She nodded, doing the last few stitches.
"It's a good thing we caught you outside," said the red-head. Then she looked at Spike. "And hi! Welcome back!" All grinned at her enthusiasm. Tara came back in and booted up the computer.
After a little bit she said, "Yep, it's what I thought. Thanatos is a priest of Hades. He cuts off a dying victim's hair and gives it to Hades as a gift. A-And he has a brother named Hypnos. Apparently, the two of them together is deadly."
Spike waved his hand. "The two of them haven't seen each other in years. Thanatos tried to get Hypnos's girl or something." The room starred at him. "How'd I know that?"
"Your god-ness," replied the witch. "Things like that'll happen. U-Until you get everything back. And it will happen. It's just gonna take some time."
"All done!" exclaimed Willow, patting her arm.
"Ow!"
"Oh! Sorry!"
"It's fine. I'm just gonna take some aspirin and knock myself unconscious for the next six hours."
Andrew's watch beeped. "Oh! The Quantum Leap marathon is starting!"
"I think I'll go for eight hours."
***
Later that day, Dawn burst in. "Cell phone, now!" Andrew wordlessly pointed to it on the coffee table. "Hello, may I speak to Angel please? It's Dawn. Tell him it's important."
"One moment please," drawled the voice on the other end.
"Shhhh!" exclaimed Andrew. "Sam's about to put the romantic moves on his great-grandma from the Civil War."
Dawn rolled her eyes and went to the hallway to find Robin and Faith making out. "Get a room." Faith smiled and Dawn quickly retreated to the basement. She found no one there.
"Angel speaking."
"He's here."
"Who?"
"Who'd ya think?"
"Connor?"
"Duh! He's my lab partners cousin. Coulda warned me about that!"
"I didn't know. You sure it was him?"
"One-Hundred and Ten percent sure." Angel laughed. "You okay?"
"Yeah, sure! Why'd ask?"
"You just laughed. And you're still giggling. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just had a little to much to drink at a company party." Dawn understood that. She had seen Spike hammered once two summers ago. "He doesn't know you and shouldn't remember anything. So just keep him away from supernatural stuff and it'll be okay."
"You're right. Thanks Angel."
She hung up and went to apologize to Deanna.
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TBC. . .
Yeah, it's short. The next chapter will be up sometime, just don't know when. And be sure to review!
Author: Bunny and Lucky
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the god Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy *Grr-Arg*
Rating: PG-13 (Like always)
Feedback: Uh-Huh! We want very honest opinions, equaling in our embrace of flames!
Chapter Title: Welcome to the Hellmouth
Summary: The first god trouble strikes and Dawn calls Angel.
-------------------------------------------------------------------
Buffy and Spike walked around the town for a little bit in complete silence. "Aren't you gonna ask?" She looked at him in question. "What it feels like?"
"Nope." He raised an eyebrow. "Okay, yes. I'm curious beyond all reason. But I'm not gonna ask because everyone in that house will be asking. And you'll get really sick of it. And I'm not going to be the person to start that." There was a pause. "Either that, or people'll be really quiet 'cuz they're afraid you're gonna strike lightning on them."
"Think that'd work on Andrew?"
Buffy grinned. "No. He'd probably relate you to one of his 'sci-fi poofs'." She giggled at that. When she looked up at him, he was looking straight ahead. There was a man dressed in almost total black. He was a fierce-looking man with a shaggy beard. "What?"
"I know him."
"Poker game?"
"No, somewhere else." Spike walked towards the man, but he took off in a run. Spike and Buffy followed quickly. The guy flew past a few streets and down an alleyway.
Where there was a dead end.
"Did you turn down a wrong street or something?" asked Buffy.
"No, he came down here. I'm bloody well certain." Just as he was finished, a figure jumped down behind Buffy and wrapped a sword around her neck. The Slayer struggled against his grip, but found it to hard to get out of.
"Buffy!"
"Hades told me she was precious to you," said the man. He sniffed her hair. Buffy leaned the other way sickened. He smelled like death.
The man took his sword and sliced her deeply down the arm and Buffy swallowed a scream. "You'll hold still when I touch you."
"What do you want?" asked Spike standing less than ten feet away.
"Well, she would be nice. Smells powerful. I'd also like to fight you. See your god stuff in action. If you're really all powerful like they say."
"Then leave the girl alone and we'll fight.."
"Actually. . . " The man took the sword and prepared to slip it across her neck. Spike went to go for Buffy, when there was a bright light where the man sliced her. He smiled and quickly tossed her down, cutting off a piece of her hair and pocketing it. "Wow! I killed your girlfriend. How does it feel?"
Spike made no coherent sound, but instead flung himself at the man. They punched, blocked, and kicked with each other. Spike managed to land a solid right hook on the man's jaw. "Dard! I had no idea you had it in you!" He stepped back. "I really wish I could stay and fight more, but Hades will wonder what happened. And he'll be really mad if you're killed now."
He disappeared in a black cloud, leaving behind two different kind of flowers. Spike ran over to Buffy and turned her over. She had worn a tank- top, so the wound was easy to see. About ¾ of an inch wide and went from her shoulder to the elbow. It was still gushing blood. He looked at her neck.
There was nothing wrong with it. There was a little nick on the left side of it, but that was it. It hadn't hit a major artery. Spike breathed in relief and began prodding the Slayer.
Buffy sighed and woke up. "Ow." She grabbed it with her other arm. "Okay, I'm gonna hope by the time we get home, Willow will be there. Also, who was that?"
"Thanatos."
***
Xander was pacing. The morning had started out great. A construction site had finally hired him and Robin got the principal job at the school. But Willow, Tara, Buffy, and Spike weren't home yet. "Xander! Sit down!" exclaimed Faith.
Robin looked at him. "She's right. You're wearing the carpet."
That's when the door opened. All four of them came in and Buffy went straight to the kitchen with Willow. "I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say huh?" commented Xander.
Spike took some of the flowers out of his pockets. "Glinda, what are these?"
She looked at them. "They're n-narcissus and cypress. Very well, bred too."
"You wanna tell me why Thanatos had 'em?"
"Th-Th-Thanatos? A-Are you sure it was h-him?"
Willow's voice came from the kitchen. "Could you guys come in here. We'd like to listen." They moved to the kitchen where Willow was stitching up Buffy's arm.
"Bloody well sure. Though I don't know how. And he called me Dard."
"He said he knew Hades. If that's any help," supplied Buffy.
Tara sighed. "Will, can I use your iBook? I just want to be double sure on info." She nodded, doing the last few stitches.
"It's a good thing we caught you outside," said the red-head. Then she looked at Spike. "And hi! Welcome back!" All grinned at her enthusiasm. Tara came back in and booted up the computer.
After a little bit she said, "Yep, it's what I thought. Thanatos is a priest of Hades. He cuts off a dying victim's hair and gives it to Hades as a gift. A-And he has a brother named Hypnos. Apparently, the two of them together is deadly."
Spike waved his hand. "The two of them haven't seen each other in years. Thanatos tried to get Hypnos's girl or something." The room starred at him. "How'd I know that?"
"Your god-ness," replied the witch. "Things like that'll happen. U-Until you get everything back. And it will happen. It's just gonna take some time."
"All done!" exclaimed Willow, patting her arm.
"Ow!"
"Oh! Sorry!"
"It's fine. I'm just gonna take some aspirin and knock myself unconscious for the next six hours."
Andrew's watch beeped. "Oh! The Quantum Leap marathon is starting!"
"I think I'll go for eight hours."
***
Later that day, Dawn burst in. "Cell phone, now!" Andrew wordlessly pointed to it on the coffee table. "Hello, may I speak to Angel please? It's Dawn. Tell him it's important."
"One moment please," drawled the voice on the other end.
"Shhhh!" exclaimed Andrew. "Sam's about to put the romantic moves on his great-grandma from the Civil War."
Dawn rolled her eyes and went to the hallway to find Robin and Faith making out. "Get a room." Faith smiled and Dawn quickly retreated to the basement. She found no one there.
"Angel speaking."
"He's here."
"Who?"
"Who'd ya think?"
"Connor?"
"Duh! He's my lab partners cousin. Coulda warned me about that!"
"I didn't know. You sure it was him?"
"One-Hundred and Ten percent sure." Angel laughed. "You okay?"
"Yeah, sure! Why'd ask?"
"You just laughed. And you're still giggling. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just had a little to much to drink at a company party." Dawn understood that. She had seen Spike hammered once two summers ago. "He doesn't know you and shouldn't remember anything. So just keep him away from supernatural stuff and it'll be okay."
"You're right. Thanks Angel."
She hung up and went to apologize to Deanna.
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TBC. . .
Yeah, it's short. The next chapter will be up sometime, just don't know when. And be sure to review!