Right Chapter 3's up.. hope you like
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the Buffy characters except Electra. Joss Whedon created the rest. Genius!
Here Lies Evil
Spike looked around the library. Anticipation caused his palms to sweat and his mouth to become dry. He looked at the others. They had lowered their tone now. They knew something wasn't right. Giles slipped on his glasses and observed every corner of the room from where he was stood. He knew. They all knew.
'Well, well, well what do we have here?.. a librarian, computer geek, a fashion freak, a werewolf, a witch a vampire and a slayer. My ,my my this is going to be fun. Isn't that right... Willow?
Willow looked up. she couldn't see where the voice was coming from. The others scanned the room. But no one could move. They were all stuck at their positions.
That voice. There was something about that voice. Deep, hypnotising. Evil.
'W.. who's there? panicked Willow. If she couldn't see them then that wasn't a good sign.
'Oh you know who I am. You all know.' Everyone looked at the corner of the room where the voice was coming from. Nothing.
'Show your face you coward.' Buffy straightened up. She wasn't going to let anyone know she was petrified.
'Come on slayer.... who's the REAL coward?' The words echoed the room but still no destination was certain to where the voice came from.
'Yeah well if you weren't so afraid then why you hidin' huh?'
'I'm sorry... who's hiding?' suddenly the voice was behind Buffy but before she could turn around she was thrown across the room straight into a bookshelf. She crashed to the floor unable to get up. She hit the floor with a thud. She looked up and saw what had caused her to fly across the room. She looked up at the demon that was most feared by those alive and dead. Electra.
There she stood, looking down at the slayer. She laughed. Almost with no effort at all.
Buffy however looked confused. This was what had slung her across the room?? This couldn't be Electra. But it was.
'You were expecting someone a little older.. a little more extravagantly dressed. Sorry to disappoint slayer but I don't dress up to kill my prey.
Electra stood there. Still not moving. But this wasn't an ordinary demon you'd expect to see from the hallways of hell. Her hair blonde. Like Buffys. Her eyes crystal blue, covered in black eye make up. Her clothes weren't tattered or torn, or even made of expensive silk or velvet like other demonesses'
'Hold on a minute!' Spike bellowed, breaking the atmosphere. 'Your a bloody punk!'
'You were expecting an old ancient hag with a horn sticking outta her head huh?' smirked Electra.
'Well... yeah actually' but something told the others that he wasn't disappointed. He too was of the punk fascination.
'Why aren't you ugly either?' piped in Xander
'What is this 20 questions?' exclaimed Electra. ' You were expecting me Spike... and your disappointed?'
'Not...at... all' he said with a glint in his eye. He'd prayed for this moment. She knew his name too. He seemed puzzled.
'Well who doesn't know the infamous Spike?' 'I could sense you before I met you.'
'You read my mind?'
'Yeah I can do that. I can do other things. Like so..' And with that she lifted her hand... but as she did Buffy levitated off of the floor. Electra swayed her hand to her left. With her Buffy flew across the room crashing into the wall. And there she stayed. Like a fly in the spiders web. Paralysed form the neck down.
'No please no!' screamed Willow.
Electra turned around as sly as a cat about to pounce on the unaware.
'What's the matter Willow. I thought this is what you want. I thought you wanted Buffy outta the way so she wasn't the centre of attention anymore?'
'No I didn't, please just don't hurt her!' Willow urged.
'She's a slayer! You expect me to hug her and congratulate her!' She turned to Buffy who still was clung to wall. 'How many of my kind have you killed Buffy.. huh? a hundred.. a thousand.. or have you lost count. You think I don't know what you do day in day out. I hear your conversations. I read your minds. I invade your dreams. And when you feel that little bit scared. Just that tiny bit of confusion. I'm there. Watching you. Waiting for you. Wanting my revenge'
'Oh I dunno. Like you said I lost count. Your kind never really bothers me too much to lose sleep over Electra!'
Electra's eyes blazed with fire, she reached out her hand and clenched her fist. Buffy's face scrunched in pain. She screamed a deep hurtful scream. Like her insides were being ripped out bit by bit.
'I'm sorry.. what did you say Buffy? I didn't quite hear the last part' Electra said smiling.
'Awaiting your revenge? On what? On who? asked Cordelia. The fear rang through her voice, detected by all.
'Oh you'll see. He should be here shortly. That's if my spell worked. Which it always does.'
'So.. your a witch as well as a vampire?' Willow was now intrigued. She too studied the white witchcraft. However she knew her witchcraft and Electra's would be completely different.
'I'm everything you could think of. A witch. A vampire. A mind reader. A killer'
The last part she said with glee in her voice.
'Prove it then. Prove to us that you have magic. But you cant hurt us. That way you can prove to us that you can do something without hurting people.' stuttered Xander. He hoped to god she wouldn't kill him or hurt him like Buffy'
'Ok .. as you wish' She waved her hand in front of her face and suddenly she took on the form of Xander. Every little detail. His eye colour, his hair. Even the tiny little mole that rested on his chin.
'Holy shit that's good!' he exclaimed. He walked closer.
'Touch my face.. or should I say yours. Go ahead. It's all real.'
'Yeah and wait for you to bite my hand off and eat it for supper. No thanks.'
'Fine. Have it your way' She waved her hand back over in front of her face and Xander disappeared and Electra's face back to normal.
Spike so far was more then impressed with Electra. Just the way she walked around the room. She oozed with charisma. He liked that. He liked the way she dressed too. Her knee high New Rock boots with a short skirt and a black off the shoulder top with safety pins stuck everywhere. A leather coat that had the array of spikes in several places. He liked the way she played with these kids. The way she toyed with them. He liked everything about her. And had done for quite some time before.
'Your impressed Spike?' started Electra
Disclaimer : I don't own any of the Buffy characters except Electra. Joss Whedon created the rest. Genius!
Here Lies Evil
Spike looked around the library. Anticipation caused his palms to sweat and his mouth to become dry. He looked at the others. They had lowered their tone now. They knew something wasn't right. Giles slipped on his glasses and observed every corner of the room from where he was stood. He knew. They all knew.
'Well, well, well what do we have here?.. a librarian, computer geek, a fashion freak, a werewolf, a witch a vampire and a slayer. My ,my my this is going to be fun. Isn't that right... Willow?
Willow looked up. she couldn't see where the voice was coming from. The others scanned the room. But no one could move. They were all stuck at their positions.
That voice. There was something about that voice. Deep, hypnotising. Evil.
'W.. who's there? panicked Willow. If she couldn't see them then that wasn't a good sign.
'Oh you know who I am. You all know.' Everyone looked at the corner of the room where the voice was coming from. Nothing.
'Show your face you coward.' Buffy straightened up. She wasn't going to let anyone know she was petrified.
'Come on slayer.... who's the REAL coward?' The words echoed the room but still no destination was certain to where the voice came from.
'Yeah well if you weren't so afraid then why you hidin' huh?'
'I'm sorry... who's hiding?' suddenly the voice was behind Buffy but before she could turn around she was thrown across the room straight into a bookshelf. She crashed to the floor unable to get up. She hit the floor with a thud. She looked up and saw what had caused her to fly across the room. She looked up at the demon that was most feared by those alive and dead. Electra.
There she stood, looking down at the slayer. She laughed. Almost with no effort at all.
Buffy however looked confused. This was what had slung her across the room?? This couldn't be Electra. But it was.
'You were expecting someone a little older.. a little more extravagantly dressed. Sorry to disappoint slayer but I don't dress up to kill my prey.
Electra stood there. Still not moving. But this wasn't an ordinary demon you'd expect to see from the hallways of hell. Her hair blonde. Like Buffys. Her eyes crystal blue, covered in black eye make up. Her clothes weren't tattered or torn, or even made of expensive silk or velvet like other demonesses'
'Hold on a minute!' Spike bellowed, breaking the atmosphere. 'Your a bloody punk!'
'You were expecting an old ancient hag with a horn sticking outta her head huh?' smirked Electra.
'Well... yeah actually' but something told the others that he wasn't disappointed. He too was of the punk fascination.
'Why aren't you ugly either?' piped in Xander
'What is this 20 questions?' exclaimed Electra. ' You were expecting me Spike... and your disappointed?'
'Not...at... all' he said with a glint in his eye. He'd prayed for this moment. She knew his name too. He seemed puzzled.
'Well who doesn't know the infamous Spike?' 'I could sense you before I met you.'
'You read my mind?'
'Yeah I can do that. I can do other things. Like so..' And with that she lifted her hand... but as she did Buffy levitated off of the floor. Electra swayed her hand to her left. With her Buffy flew across the room crashing into the wall. And there she stayed. Like a fly in the spiders web. Paralysed form the neck down.
'No please no!' screamed Willow.
Electra turned around as sly as a cat about to pounce on the unaware.
'What's the matter Willow. I thought this is what you want. I thought you wanted Buffy outta the way so she wasn't the centre of attention anymore?'
'No I didn't, please just don't hurt her!' Willow urged.
'She's a slayer! You expect me to hug her and congratulate her!' She turned to Buffy who still was clung to wall. 'How many of my kind have you killed Buffy.. huh? a hundred.. a thousand.. or have you lost count. You think I don't know what you do day in day out. I hear your conversations. I read your minds. I invade your dreams. And when you feel that little bit scared. Just that tiny bit of confusion. I'm there. Watching you. Waiting for you. Wanting my revenge'
'Oh I dunno. Like you said I lost count. Your kind never really bothers me too much to lose sleep over Electra!'
Electra's eyes blazed with fire, she reached out her hand and clenched her fist. Buffy's face scrunched in pain. She screamed a deep hurtful scream. Like her insides were being ripped out bit by bit.
'I'm sorry.. what did you say Buffy? I didn't quite hear the last part' Electra said smiling.
'Awaiting your revenge? On what? On who? asked Cordelia. The fear rang through her voice, detected by all.
'Oh you'll see. He should be here shortly. That's if my spell worked. Which it always does.'
'So.. your a witch as well as a vampire?' Willow was now intrigued. She too studied the white witchcraft. However she knew her witchcraft and Electra's would be completely different.
'I'm everything you could think of. A witch. A vampire. A mind reader. A killer'
The last part she said with glee in her voice.
'Prove it then. Prove to us that you have magic. But you cant hurt us. That way you can prove to us that you can do something without hurting people.' stuttered Xander. He hoped to god she wouldn't kill him or hurt him like Buffy'
'Ok .. as you wish' She waved her hand in front of her face and suddenly she took on the form of Xander. Every little detail. His eye colour, his hair. Even the tiny little mole that rested on his chin.
'Holy shit that's good!' he exclaimed. He walked closer.
'Touch my face.. or should I say yours. Go ahead. It's all real.'
'Yeah and wait for you to bite my hand off and eat it for supper. No thanks.'
'Fine. Have it your way' She waved her hand back over in front of her face and Xander disappeared and Electra's face back to normal.
Spike so far was more then impressed with Electra. Just the way she walked around the room. She oozed with charisma. He liked that. He liked the way she dressed too. Her knee high New Rock boots with a short skirt and a black off the shoulder top with safety pins stuck everywhere. A leather coat that had the array of spikes in several places. He liked the way she played with these kids. The way she toyed with them. He liked everything about her. And had done for quite some time before.
'Your impressed Spike?' started Electra
