A/N: Hey guys. . . this is my first fic and I'm really nervous as to how
its going to turn out and everything. I hope you enjoy it and be sure to
give me reviews so I know what you guys want in future chapters and what's
bad and what's good and so on Anyway here it is
.:Faith:.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters. Although I would really like to own spike. Anyway nothing is mine sadly and none of the lines from any of the scripts are mine. The title and the plot are loosely based on the In Death books by J.D. Robb. I don't own it either.
Rating: R, just for good measure
Raped In Death
Chapter One:
Buffy Summers was a Homicide Detective for the LAPD. She loved her job and she was damn good at it.
She now stood over a girl of about twenty three that had been raped and killed.
"Victim has short dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her throat has been slit and she has been stabbed multiple times in the chest. "McClay, get over here so I can do an ID scan."
Tara McClay, Buffy's trusty partner, walked over with caution as she stared at the victim.
"Jesus Summers, there's so much blood." Tara commented
"Yeah. Just give me the scanner."
Tara handed her the ID scanner and stepped back to watch her partner work.
"Victim has been identified as Ross, Marcy age 23. Poor girl didn't even know what she was getting into."
Back at the Police Station Buffy and Tara sat down in Buffy's office to figure out where to go from there.
"I'll have the sweepers have a go at the apartment and see what they come up with. Maybe we'll get lucky and close it real fast."
"Like you say every time, everyone leaves a shadow."
"Yeah, I'll get Willow on Marcy's phone and computer to see who she contacted in the past few days and who contacted her. See if that will lead us anywhere."
"Do you really have to bring her in on this? I mean, we could be good with just Xander?"
"I'll get Xander on it also but if he wants to bring in Willow, that's his call."
"Fine. But I don't have to like it." Tara said pouting
"Don't pout, for Christ sake, it makes you look pathetic."
"You know I was kinda going for that. . . hoping you'd change your mind on the whole, bringing Willow in."
"Go McClay, you're starting to piss me off."
"Fine I'm gone."
Buffy sat in her office a while more with a cup of coffee in her hand she reviewed who owned the building that Marcy was staying in.
Spike Raleigh. What the kind of a name was Spike anyway? Well he seemed to have made a name for himself because he owned half the damn city, Buffy thought to herself as she read his profile. She punched a key on the computer and had Spike's image coming up on screen.
Damn, was all she could think of.
He had Platinum He had Platinum blonde hair with a face set off by high cheekbones and gorgeous blue eyes that she could get lost in.
"Not bad," she said to herself "Let's see what we got here."
Buffy pulled up his record and noted that it didn't say when he was born or where precisely just that he was born somewhere in England.
He had no criminal record at all. Looked like Spike Raleigh was an upstanding citizen. Buffy couldn't quite swallow that bit of information down all the way as she looked at the picture of Spike again. There was a sexy yet wickedly dangerous look about him, when you looked at him you knew you didn't want to screw with him.
An hour later Buffy tumbled into her police issued car and had to force herself to stay awake. When she stumbled into her apartment and looked at her watch she was only two hours off of shift, not bad she thought, could've been later.
She peeled herself out of her clothes as she made a beeline to her bed and let her clothes lay where they fell.
She tumbled onto her bed and pulled the covers over her and drifted off into a deep sleep.
That's when the nightmares began.
There was blood, so much blood.
Buffy was in a dark room and she was covered with blood.
She saw Marcy Ross's form in the distance and Buffy walked closer to the form. When Buffy got to Marcy, she saw that it wasn't Marcy at all, it was her.
The other Buffy was covered in blood, with her throat slit and several stab wounds in her chest. The other Buffy opened her eyes and spoke, although it wasn't Buffy's voice, it was that of her fathers.
"You'll never get rid of me little girl."
Buffy backed up frightened. She became even more terrified when she backed into a wall and there was nowhere to go.
Her father came closer, so close that she could smell the whiskey that was on his breath. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her towards him in a violent gesture.
"You think by killing me you'll get rid of me? You really are just a stupid bitch." As he threw her down on the dirty dust covered floor she was no longer the adult Buffy, she was a scared little girl cowering from her father.
She could smell the whiskey, the sweet smell of it. God just please be too drunk . . . please. Don't hurt me, she thought. If she was lucky all that he would do would hit her.
He beat on her, leaving bruises both physically and emotionally. He slapped and punched her face and body until she thought he wouldn't stop. He left her in the dark for what felt like hours, she was hungry and she was cold again but she knew that if she moved so much as an inch he would be back and he would do worse than hit her. Buffy thought that if she could keep as still as possible she would disappear. Then she saw the window, her escape. She could end her problems now with just a jump. She would never have to see him or have him touch her ever again. Buffy slowly got up and started to walk over to the window as quietly as possible. She got to the ledge and started to lift the dirt crusted window little by little. It was almost to the top and she was standing on her toes when it creaked. She froze, preying to God that her father had not heard the squeak of the pane. She thought she was home free when she felt her father's alcoholic breath on her skin.
"So you think by running away, you'll fix your problems?"
Buffy just stood there in disappointment and shock; she had been so close to freedom.
"You wanna know what the police do to little girls? They rape them and then they kill them. And no one is any the wiser. You think that I'm bad? Trust me little girl, you don't want to go out that window."
Buffy started to slowly walk away and soon regretted the decision.
Her father grabbed her by the arms and slammed her up against the dark room's wall.
"Now, you've been a bad girl, and you have to be punished."
His fingers started to poke and pry as Buffy screamed herself hoarse it didn't do any good. It never did. As he started to go further into his prying Buffy woke with a scream and soon noticed that she was tangled in her sheets.
Her communicator was beeping. Buffy turned the light on and answered it.
"Dispatch to Summers, Detective Buffy,"
Buffy ran a hand over her hair, "Acknowledged"
"Report immediately to the Promenade Towers in Downtown Los Angeles 123 South Figueroa Street apartment 3B, homicide DOS."
"Shit. Notify McClay, Detective Tara. My ETA 15 minutes."
"Acknowledged, dispatch out."
Shit, she thought, I got another dead on scene. What a great way to start the day off.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters. Although I would really like to own spike. Anyway nothing is mine sadly and none of the lines from any of the scripts are mine. The title and the plot are loosely based on the In Death books by J.D. Robb. I don't own it either.
Rating: R, just for good measure
Raped In Death
Chapter One:
Buffy Summers was a Homicide Detective for the LAPD. She loved her job and she was damn good at it.
She now stood over a girl of about twenty three that had been raped and killed.
"Victim has short dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her throat has been slit and she has been stabbed multiple times in the chest. "McClay, get over here so I can do an ID scan."
Tara McClay, Buffy's trusty partner, walked over with caution as she stared at the victim.
"Jesus Summers, there's so much blood." Tara commented
"Yeah. Just give me the scanner."
Tara handed her the ID scanner and stepped back to watch her partner work.
"Victim has been identified as Ross, Marcy age 23. Poor girl didn't even know what she was getting into."
Back at the Police Station Buffy and Tara sat down in Buffy's office to figure out where to go from there.
"I'll have the sweepers have a go at the apartment and see what they come up with. Maybe we'll get lucky and close it real fast."
"Like you say every time, everyone leaves a shadow."
"Yeah, I'll get Willow on Marcy's phone and computer to see who she contacted in the past few days and who contacted her. See if that will lead us anywhere."
"Do you really have to bring her in on this? I mean, we could be good with just Xander?"
"I'll get Xander on it also but if he wants to bring in Willow, that's his call."
"Fine. But I don't have to like it." Tara said pouting
"Don't pout, for Christ sake, it makes you look pathetic."
"You know I was kinda going for that. . . hoping you'd change your mind on the whole, bringing Willow in."
"Go McClay, you're starting to piss me off."
"Fine I'm gone."
Buffy sat in her office a while more with a cup of coffee in her hand she reviewed who owned the building that Marcy was staying in.
Spike Raleigh. What the kind of a name was Spike anyway? Well he seemed to have made a name for himself because he owned half the damn city, Buffy thought to herself as she read his profile. She punched a key on the computer and had Spike's image coming up on screen.
Damn, was all she could think of.
He had Platinum He had Platinum blonde hair with a face set off by high cheekbones and gorgeous blue eyes that she could get lost in.
"Not bad," she said to herself "Let's see what we got here."
Buffy pulled up his record and noted that it didn't say when he was born or where precisely just that he was born somewhere in England.
He had no criminal record at all. Looked like Spike Raleigh was an upstanding citizen. Buffy couldn't quite swallow that bit of information down all the way as she looked at the picture of Spike again. There was a sexy yet wickedly dangerous look about him, when you looked at him you knew you didn't want to screw with him.
An hour later Buffy tumbled into her police issued car and had to force herself to stay awake. When she stumbled into her apartment and looked at her watch she was only two hours off of shift, not bad she thought, could've been later.
She peeled herself out of her clothes as she made a beeline to her bed and let her clothes lay where they fell.
She tumbled onto her bed and pulled the covers over her and drifted off into a deep sleep.
That's when the nightmares began.
There was blood, so much blood.
Buffy was in a dark room and she was covered with blood.
She saw Marcy Ross's form in the distance and Buffy walked closer to the form. When Buffy got to Marcy, she saw that it wasn't Marcy at all, it was her.
The other Buffy was covered in blood, with her throat slit and several stab wounds in her chest. The other Buffy opened her eyes and spoke, although it wasn't Buffy's voice, it was that of her fathers.
"You'll never get rid of me little girl."
Buffy backed up frightened. She became even more terrified when she backed into a wall and there was nowhere to go.
Her father came closer, so close that she could smell the whiskey that was on his breath. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her towards him in a violent gesture.
"You think by killing me you'll get rid of me? You really are just a stupid bitch." As he threw her down on the dirty dust covered floor she was no longer the adult Buffy, she was a scared little girl cowering from her father.
She could smell the whiskey, the sweet smell of it. God just please be too drunk . . . please. Don't hurt me, she thought. If she was lucky all that he would do would hit her.
He beat on her, leaving bruises both physically and emotionally. He slapped and punched her face and body until she thought he wouldn't stop. He left her in the dark for what felt like hours, she was hungry and she was cold again but she knew that if she moved so much as an inch he would be back and he would do worse than hit her. Buffy thought that if she could keep as still as possible she would disappear. Then she saw the window, her escape. She could end her problems now with just a jump. She would never have to see him or have him touch her ever again. Buffy slowly got up and started to walk over to the window as quietly as possible. She got to the ledge and started to lift the dirt crusted window little by little. It was almost to the top and she was standing on her toes when it creaked. She froze, preying to God that her father had not heard the squeak of the pane. She thought she was home free when she felt her father's alcoholic breath on her skin.
"So you think by running away, you'll fix your problems?"
Buffy just stood there in disappointment and shock; she had been so close to freedom.
"You wanna know what the police do to little girls? They rape them and then they kill them. And no one is any the wiser. You think that I'm bad? Trust me little girl, you don't want to go out that window."
Buffy started to slowly walk away and soon regretted the decision.
Her father grabbed her by the arms and slammed her up against the dark room's wall.
"Now, you've been a bad girl, and you have to be punished."
His fingers started to poke and pry as Buffy screamed herself hoarse it didn't do any good. It never did. As he started to go further into his prying Buffy woke with a scream and soon noticed that she was tangled in her sheets.
Her communicator was beeping. Buffy turned the light on and answered it.
"Dispatch to Summers, Detective Buffy,"
Buffy ran a hand over her hair, "Acknowledged"
"Report immediately to the Promenade Towers in Downtown Los Angeles 123 South Figueroa Street apartment 3B, homicide DOS."
"Shit. Notify McClay, Detective Tara. My ETA 15 minutes."
"Acknowledged, dispatch out."
Shit, she thought, I got another dead on scene. What a great way to start the day off.