Stolen Innocence
Part Ten
Posted: May 21, 2004
Disclaimer: see previous parts
Author's notes: so, where did I leave you guys? Oh yeah, that's right....Well, here's where things get good. And trying to find a place to stop, there really isn't one! So I'm sorry if it seems like it ends abruptly, I think it was the best place to stop, sorta comes to a slow down, before picking right up again.
Sorry if it's in any way confusing!
Reader Responses:
Willow Fireheart: Yeah, I loved that joke. That's actually what I thought penal stood for, until like...sixth grade or something like that. Back when I was young and naïve. Now I'm...older and naïve.
I got my info on MSN Encarta. I was looking for any physical description of Ayer's Rock what so ever, but I couldn't find any. So I had to go with some straight history facts. Of course...they were edited! And this has violence, in it, not to that specific guy, since I really don't know what happened to him. Maybe he jumped into the hellmouth...or maybe he was helped...hm....
Bluie: another lover of the Penal joke! Lol. Thanks for the review!
GidgetGirl: thanks for all your reviews. I'm glad Spike seemed in character. I'm not sure if I was trying to make him or not...but oh well!
You really think so? Cool. For those of you who don't know, Gidget thinks Chapter eight was my best so far. Though definitely not a feel good chapter. Sorta like...Equinexuim, by...Lisette, I think...If any of you are reading that, then you know what I'm talking about! That story goes from bad to worse! I think that I showed diversity in chapter eight, and I'm really proud of it, I've never written a chapter quite like that...BUT THANKS!!
START OF STORY
"Whatever you do, don't kill the children! The men are fair game!" Buffy cried, as lots of guys charged them. Not all of the girls were on the plateau, but they were pushing from the rear, trying to get up where the action was.
"The children will not stop until they are killed. Blood pact. Standard procedure." He grinned. "And where are your vampires?" He taunted.
"Is it standard procedure to enter into binding contracts with minors?" Willow asked, from beside Buffy. The man looked daunted for a minute. Suddenly, the sun moved behind the moon, and the world went dark.
"Right on time," Giles murmured, from Buffy's other side.
"Oh, they should be here, any minute." Buffy smirked, at the man's new look. He didn't seem to certain of himself anymore. To think his superiors hadn't told him of the eclipse/apocalypse ratio.
And then the ground shook. "Ah." The man said, "We knew you'd show, thanks to Eve, so we, ah, arranged a little reunion for you."
"Why am I not thankful?" Buffy asked, as the ground shook again. Buffy was transported briefly to the last two earthquakes she had been in. One of which she had died during.
"Not likin' this, B. These kids are in some sort of magic trances." Faith staggered a bit from the earthquake. Then the world split open, and a pool of thick red liquid bubbled out of the earth to fill the space. "Is that what I think it is?" Buffy nodded, entranced. A figure began to rise from the pool, a figure from her darkest nightmares.
Meanwhile, other figures were also rising from the pool, but Buffy had her eyes locked on only one of them. The one that filled her with fear.
"No," she whispered, horrified.
"Ha!" He cried, triumphant. "You cannot keep a bad dog down!"
"B, who's that?"
"The Master." She just barely looked at the other vampires rising from the blood pool, all which upon further inspection, would remind her of something.
Faith looked at Buffy, who was ashen, and more than a little worse for wear. "B, you once gave me excellent advice, so I'm gonna return the favor. Don't Die!"
"B-But I did. He was just to strong...and the prophecy..."
"Then what happened?" Faith tried to help her.
"I...I drowned. I couldn't go near large bodies of water for weeks, without fear."
"But what else happened?"
That seemed to knock a tiniest bit of sense into her, "I kicked his ass!"
"There's the B we know and love." She said, and Buffy stomped off. The other vampires were coming forward, engaging the other slayers, that weren't fighting the soup-ed up men.
"Slayer." Faith heard a growl from beside her, and it was her turn to feel icey blood running through her viens. She turned slowly, looking at the figure there in pure horror.
PAGE BREAK
They had finally reached the top of the path.
"Now this is what I'm talking about!" Spike punched a vampire. "Hey, wait, have I threatened you before?" the vampire reminded him of something, he just couldn't remember what.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your victims?" Angel asked, just a bit pissed off at the younger vampire. Spike just looked at him, reprovingly. "Of course not. She liked foreplay," He muttered, punching another vampire that was rushing him.
"And I think this bugger owes me some money." Spike said as he punched another vampire.
"They do look familiar..." Angel looked around at the sea of vampires and slayers. One girls, unfamiliar, was kicking every vampire's ass, that wore his true face, and many that weren't. "I wouldn't vamp if I were you..." he muttered, seeing Buffy and the pasty white vampire she beat on. "The Master." He breathed.
"No shit?" Spike looked up form his pummeling. "I thought he was dead."
"He was. Buffy...ground his bones to make her bread," Angel muttered angrily.
"You been hanging out with the Boy too much," Spike acknowledged, "Hey, who's that vamp Faith's playin' with?"
"Kokistos."
"No shit!"
"I thought she had killed him...they're all coming from the pool. Being summoned here..."
"The spells! They must be bringing back all those that have a beef with the slayer. Or in this case, slayers."
"Beef?" Angel looked at him reproachfully.
"Maybe the Niblet's rubbed off on me some."
"We have the stop the spells from continuing."
"Easier said than done, mate. Buffy wouldn't want us killing the bits."
"We don't have to kill them, hopefully." He jogged over to the nearest group, wrapping his arms around the oldest neck. She soon lost consciousness, from lack of blood, and he laid her gently on the ground. He looked at the other kids, who had a look of fear in their eyes, but also thankfulness, that he could make them stop. He nodded to Spike, and they got to work, each child looking relieved, as they wrapped their arms around their necks.
"How are you?" she startled the guy. "I'm good. Though I'm kinda tense..." she shot her fist out and hit him in the groin. "Sorry," she said, faking sheepishness, "It was loaded, and it just went off." She shrugged as he slid to the ground, clutching his privates. Ashleigh giggled, before someone slapped her. "Anyone else up for a round?"
"Faith! Switch!" Buffy knew she wanted to face her own fears, but neither of them were making headway against the ancient vampires. She put her hands on her knees, and bent over. Faith rolled over her back, and they squared off against their new partners.
"Let's Do se do, Fruit Punch Man!" Faith taunted.
It seemed that Dawn wasn't in the best of moods. In fact, she was royally pissed. She had traveled over halfway around the world, and she didn't even get to go shopping. Besides the fact that they were playing her tune with the wrong sister. She was the sacrifice. Ok, at first, she had thought it would be pretty cool having a younger sister around. She was sick and tired of being the baby. And she didn't even want to be the damn key. But it was her destiny, her point in life. A sucky point, but that's the way the ball bounced.
But just like all little sisters, Ashleigh just had to steal the spotlight. She took up all of everyone's time, mostly Buffy's. She and Buffy never got to hang out anymore. And she never thought she'd actually think this, but she missed her sister.
Maybe she was just a bit jealous.
But she was majorly pissed off.
The guys didn't even stand a chance. It seemed that the whole same blood as Buffy only gave her slayer strength when she was pissed. Which wasn't a good thing, in her mind. Well, good for her, bad for others. Slayer strength, plus pissed off teen. Dawn just loved her lot in life. She couldn't even have her own blood.
Once she had laid out the last guy, she rushed up the three wide steps to Ashleigh, who wasn't bleeding too badly. They had cut her, once more, shallow cuts, in hopes that it would be enough.
"D-Dawn! I-I'm so s-sorry!" she sobbed.
"Hey, you don't think I haven't been through this before? It's no big deal, Ash."
"Y-yes it is. T-The Hellmouth opens with my blood. A-And then the-the Old Ones come. You won't be able to stop it, and I'll die. I-I'm the s- sacrifice." She stumbled over the words, partly from fear, partly from her crying. "I'm bad. Bad, bad, bad. I deserve this. But I don't talk to the Dust Bunny. I didn't." she whined, trying to convince both of them.
"You are not bad, Ashleigh Summers. We're going now." She finished untying the child, and picked her up. A bit of blood stained Dawn's white shirt, but when hadn't that happened? She looked around, wanting to Buffy she had Ashleigh, and saw who she was fighting. "Oh shit." She looked around. "Kennedy! Amanda!" she yelled, running towards them. "Take her! Protect her with your life!" she pushed the child into Kennedy's arms and ran off. Her first allegiance was to her older sister, who had saved her from Glory, and from death.
She had heard enough about each of the vampires to know them by sight, or at least guess, Kokistos and The Master. Which meant the kids were either dragging them from another dimension, or reviving them. Not being a witch, she didn't know which was more possible. She noticed the vampires weren't coming from the pool as fast now, and two of the groups of spell casters lay on the ground. Angel and Spike were depriving each child of oxygen, almost with a tenderness that was hard to see coming from either of them, though she knew they possessed it.
"Joanna, Katrina, Nina, Deb, help Spike!" she called to four nearby slayers, miraculously remembering their names. The nodded and ran off. "Angel!" she yelled, and he turned. She nodded towards Buffy, Faith, and the two ancient vampires. He nodded, seeing her direction, and they both rushed to help. Dawn jumped in with Faith, against the Master, leaving Angel to help Buffy.
Angel and Buffy still flowed in their movements, seamlessly, and he waited a moment, and jumped in. It was as if they could read the others thoughts, and they completed each other, perfectly.
Faith and Dawn had never fought together, and Dawn struggled to hold on to her anger, while Faith found it freakily like fighting with B, fighting with her younger sister. They had the same fighting style.
"Faith! Piss me off!"
"What?"
"Piss me off! I loose my slayer strength when I'm not angry. It's a strange being Buffy but not thing."
"Uh...bitch! Whore! Slut!"
"Not really working!"
"Suicidal kissy slut who parks in the woods with vampires." Buffy supplied.
"That was SO not my fault!" Dawn said angrily. She punched the vampire, back at slayer strength.
"Thanks, B!" Faith called.
"No prob. It's my job to push her buttons. And to know how to do it best." She smiled as Dawn dug into the vampire. The battle raged on.
"They have to stop them" Ashleigh whispered.
"What, babe?"
"If they don't stop them, then it won't be just vampires that come. The mouth of hell will open, and we will die."
"We'll stop them, don't worry." Amanda told her.
"No, you won't. Death comes quickly to claim these innocent lives." Ashleigh's voice had a strange quality to it.
"What do you mean?" Amanda asked, worridly.
"'I could not stop for death, so it stopped for me.'" Ashleigh was swaying to and fro in Kennedy's arms. Amanda briefly recognized the poem. Emily Dickinson, she thought.
"I think she's possessed." Amanda whispered.
"Or just freaky. She is Buffy's sister, after all." Ashleigh struggled, and Kennedy almost dropped her. She set the girl down, and she started walking towards Buffy and Dawn. The two teens stared after her, and watched in horror as a Wolfram and Hart man picked her up and carried her away.
"Dawn's gonna kill us." Amanda murmured.
"Buffy's gonna kill us!"
Part Ten
Posted: May 21, 2004
Disclaimer: see previous parts
Author's notes: so, where did I leave you guys? Oh yeah, that's right....Well, here's where things get good. And trying to find a place to stop, there really isn't one! So I'm sorry if it seems like it ends abruptly, I think it was the best place to stop, sorta comes to a slow down, before picking right up again.
Sorry if it's in any way confusing!
Reader Responses:
Willow Fireheart: Yeah, I loved that joke. That's actually what I thought penal stood for, until like...sixth grade or something like that. Back when I was young and naïve. Now I'm...older and naïve.
I got my info on MSN Encarta. I was looking for any physical description of Ayer's Rock what so ever, but I couldn't find any. So I had to go with some straight history facts. Of course...they were edited! And this has violence, in it, not to that specific guy, since I really don't know what happened to him. Maybe he jumped into the hellmouth...or maybe he was helped...hm....
Bluie: another lover of the Penal joke! Lol. Thanks for the review!
GidgetGirl: thanks for all your reviews. I'm glad Spike seemed in character. I'm not sure if I was trying to make him or not...but oh well!
You really think so? Cool. For those of you who don't know, Gidget thinks Chapter eight was my best so far. Though definitely not a feel good chapter. Sorta like...Equinexuim, by...Lisette, I think...If any of you are reading that, then you know what I'm talking about! That story goes from bad to worse! I think that I showed diversity in chapter eight, and I'm really proud of it, I've never written a chapter quite like that...BUT THANKS!!
START OF STORY
"Whatever you do, don't kill the children! The men are fair game!" Buffy cried, as lots of guys charged them. Not all of the girls were on the plateau, but they were pushing from the rear, trying to get up where the action was.
"The children will not stop until they are killed. Blood pact. Standard procedure." He grinned. "And where are your vampires?" He taunted.
"Is it standard procedure to enter into binding contracts with minors?" Willow asked, from beside Buffy. The man looked daunted for a minute. Suddenly, the sun moved behind the moon, and the world went dark.
"Right on time," Giles murmured, from Buffy's other side.
"Oh, they should be here, any minute." Buffy smirked, at the man's new look. He didn't seem to certain of himself anymore. To think his superiors hadn't told him of the eclipse/apocalypse ratio.
And then the ground shook. "Ah." The man said, "We knew you'd show, thanks to Eve, so we, ah, arranged a little reunion for you."
"Why am I not thankful?" Buffy asked, as the ground shook again. Buffy was transported briefly to the last two earthquakes she had been in. One of which she had died during.
"Not likin' this, B. These kids are in some sort of magic trances." Faith staggered a bit from the earthquake. Then the world split open, and a pool of thick red liquid bubbled out of the earth to fill the space. "Is that what I think it is?" Buffy nodded, entranced. A figure began to rise from the pool, a figure from her darkest nightmares.
Meanwhile, other figures were also rising from the pool, but Buffy had her eyes locked on only one of them. The one that filled her with fear.
"No," she whispered, horrified.
"Ha!" He cried, triumphant. "You cannot keep a bad dog down!"
"B, who's that?"
"The Master." She just barely looked at the other vampires rising from the blood pool, all which upon further inspection, would remind her of something.
Faith looked at Buffy, who was ashen, and more than a little worse for wear. "B, you once gave me excellent advice, so I'm gonna return the favor. Don't Die!"
"B-But I did. He was just to strong...and the prophecy..."
"Then what happened?" Faith tried to help her.
"I...I drowned. I couldn't go near large bodies of water for weeks, without fear."
"But what else happened?"
That seemed to knock a tiniest bit of sense into her, "I kicked his ass!"
"There's the B we know and love." She said, and Buffy stomped off. The other vampires were coming forward, engaging the other slayers, that weren't fighting the soup-ed up men.
"Slayer." Faith heard a growl from beside her, and it was her turn to feel icey blood running through her viens. She turned slowly, looking at the figure there in pure horror.
PAGE BREAK
They had finally reached the top of the path.
"Now this is what I'm talking about!" Spike punched a vampire. "Hey, wait, have I threatened you before?" the vampire reminded him of something, he just couldn't remember what.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your victims?" Angel asked, just a bit pissed off at the younger vampire. Spike just looked at him, reprovingly. "Of course not. She liked foreplay," He muttered, punching another vampire that was rushing him.
"And I think this bugger owes me some money." Spike said as he punched another vampire.
"They do look familiar..." Angel looked around at the sea of vampires and slayers. One girls, unfamiliar, was kicking every vampire's ass, that wore his true face, and many that weren't. "I wouldn't vamp if I were you..." he muttered, seeing Buffy and the pasty white vampire she beat on. "The Master." He breathed.
"No shit?" Spike looked up form his pummeling. "I thought he was dead."
"He was. Buffy...ground his bones to make her bread," Angel muttered angrily.
"You been hanging out with the Boy too much," Spike acknowledged, "Hey, who's that vamp Faith's playin' with?"
"Kokistos."
"No shit!"
"I thought she had killed him...they're all coming from the pool. Being summoned here..."
"The spells! They must be bringing back all those that have a beef with the slayer. Or in this case, slayers."
"Beef?" Angel looked at him reproachfully.
"Maybe the Niblet's rubbed off on me some."
"We have the stop the spells from continuing."
"Easier said than done, mate. Buffy wouldn't want us killing the bits."
"We don't have to kill them, hopefully." He jogged over to the nearest group, wrapping his arms around the oldest neck. She soon lost consciousness, from lack of blood, and he laid her gently on the ground. He looked at the other kids, who had a look of fear in their eyes, but also thankfulness, that he could make them stop. He nodded to Spike, and they got to work, each child looking relieved, as they wrapped their arms around their necks.
"How are you?" she startled the guy. "I'm good. Though I'm kinda tense..." she shot her fist out and hit him in the groin. "Sorry," she said, faking sheepishness, "It was loaded, and it just went off." She shrugged as he slid to the ground, clutching his privates. Ashleigh giggled, before someone slapped her. "Anyone else up for a round?"
"Faith! Switch!" Buffy knew she wanted to face her own fears, but neither of them were making headway against the ancient vampires. She put her hands on her knees, and bent over. Faith rolled over her back, and they squared off against their new partners.
"Let's Do se do, Fruit Punch Man!" Faith taunted.
It seemed that Dawn wasn't in the best of moods. In fact, she was royally pissed. She had traveled over halfway around the world, and she didn't even get to go shopping. Besides the fact that they were playing her tune with the wrong sister. She was the sacrifice. Ok, at first, she had thought it would be pretty cool having a younger sister around. She was sick and tired of being the baby. And she didn't even want to be the damn key. But it was her destiny, her point in life. A sucky point, but that's the way the ball bounced.
But just like all little sisters, Ashleigh just had to steal the spotlight. She took up all of everyone's time, mostly Buffy's. She and Buffy never got to hang out anymore. And she never thought she'd actually think this, but she missed her sister.
Maybe she was just a bit jealous.
But she was majorly pissed off.
The guys didn't even stand a chance. It seemed that the whole same blood as Buffy only gave her slayer strength when she was pissed. Which wasn't a good thing, in her mind. Well, good for her, bad for others. Slayer strength, plus pissed off teen. Dawn just loved her lot in life. She couldn't even have her own blood.
Once she had laid out the last guy, she rushed up the three wide steps to Ashleigh, who wasn't bleeding too badly. They had cut her, once more, shallow cuts, in hopes that it would be enough.
"D-Dawn! I-I'm so s-sorry!" she sobbed.
"Hey, you don't think I haven't been through this before? It's no big deal, Ash."
"Y-yes it is. T-The Hellmouth opens with my blood. A-And then the-the Old Ones come. You won't be able to stop it, and I'll die. I-I'm the s- sacrifice." She stumbled over the words, partly from fear, partly from her crying. "I'm bad. Bad, bad, bad. I deserve this. But I don't talk to the Dust Bunny. I didn't." she whined, trying to convince both of them.
"You are not bad, Ashleigh Summers. We're going now." She finished untying the child, and picked her up. A bit of blood stained Dawn's white shirt, but when hadn't that happened? She looked around, wanting to Buffy she had Ashleigh, and saw who she was fighting. "Oh shit." She looked around. "Kennedy! Amanda!" she yelled, running towards them. "Take her! Protect her with your life!" she pushed the child into Kennedy's arms and ran off. Her first allegiance was to her older sister, who had saved her from Glory, and from death.
She had heard enough about each of the vampires to know them by sight, or at least guess, Kokistos and The Master. Which meant the kids were either dragging them from another dimension, or reviving them. Not being a witch, she didn't know which was more possible. She noticed the vampires weren't coming from the pool as fast now, and two of the groups of spell casters lay on the ground. Angel and Spike were depriving each child of oxygen, almost with a tenderness that was hard to see coming from either of them, though she knew they possessed it.
"Joanna, Katrina, Nina, Deb, help Spike!" she called to four nearby slayers, miraculously remembering their names. The nodded and ran off. "Angel!" she yelled, and he turned. She nodded towards Buffy, Faith, and the two ancient vampires. He nodded, seeing her direction, and they both rushed to help. Dawn jumped in with Faith, against the Master, leaving Angel to help Buffy.
Angel and Buffy still flowed in their movements, seamlessly, and he waited a moment, and jumped in. It was as if they could read the others thoughts, and they completed each other, perfectly.
Faith and Dawn had never fought together, and Dawn struggled to hold on to her anger, while Faith found it freakily like fighting with B, fighting with her younger sister. They had the same fighting style.
"Faith! Piss me off!"
"What?"
"Piss me off! I loose my slayer strength when I'm not angry. It's a strange being Buffy but not thing."
"Uh...bitch! Whore! Slut!"
"Not really working!"
"Suicidal kissy slut who parks in the woods with vampires." Buffy supplied.
"That was SO not my fault!" Dawn said angrily. She punched the vampire, back at slayer strength.
"Thanks, B!" Faith called.
"No prob. It's my job to push her buttons. And to know how to do it best." She smiled as Dawn dug into the vampire. The battle raged on.
"They have to stop them" Ashleigh whispered.
"What, babe?"
"If they don't stop them, then it won't be just vampires that come. The mouth of hell will open, and we will die."
"We'll stop them, don't worry." Amanda told her.
"No, you won't. Death comes quickly to claim these innocent lives." Ashleigh's voice had a strange quality to it.
"What do you mean?" Amanda asked, worridly.
"'I could not stop for death, so it stopped for me.'" Ashleigh was swaying to and fro in Kennedy's arms. Amanda briefly recognized the poem. Emily Dickinson, she thought.
"I think she's possessed." Amanda whispered.
"Or just freaky. She is Buffy's sister, after all." Ashleigh struggled, and Kennedy almost dropped her. She set the girl down, and she started walking towards Buffy and Dawn. The two teens stared after her, and watched in horror as a Wolfram and Hart man picked her up and carried her away.
"Dawn's gonna kill us." Amanda murmured.
"Buffy's gonna kill us!"