Chapter 4
Author's Notes: Sorry sorry sorry I haven't updated in so long. Spring break, all that kinds of stuff. So I will write even more! And hopefully you will review!!!
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Dawn's eyes grew wide with terror, as the hell god's voice floated down to her through the basement door.
"Shit shit shit..." Buffy whispered frantically. Spike almost smiled at her new use of the more colorful words in the English language, but the smile was quickly wiped from his face when he started to make out the Glory's words.
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"Now I know you know something Watcher..." Glory crooned, leaning in close to Giles, grabbing his face when he turned away from hers. "Hey! Insulting! You should be willing to die to gaze upon the glory that is...well...Glory!" The blonde god chuckled at her own impromptu pun. Giles winced at the very sound.
"I'm sorry..."Giles started.
"Now that's better! Apologize and bow, your getting the idea. For such a 'smart guy'" Glory made little air quotes, "It took you a while to get that."
"I'm sorry," Giles started again. "But I never knew a gods breath could reek like that." Glory turned upon Giles in full fury, before backhanding him into the counter, wood and glass cracking and smashing. Her head whipped around though when she heard another noise.
Buffy stood in the shambles that had once been the basement door. "Get away from him." Buffy said through clenched teeth.
"Always was one for an entrance." Spike chuckled as he slid behind Buffy to stand behind her. Both stood imperiously in front of the doorway behind them, and Glory thought she could hear the tiniest sniffle...Before she could even finish the thought, Buffy ran towards her almost as if she could tell when Glory's mind was going, and threw herself into a flying sidekick. But the god merely knocked her away, sending her flying into a bookcase.
"Buffy!" Dawn cried as she came up from the basement, but Spike quickly pushed her behind him.
"Dawn! Told you to stay down there. I'll take care of this bitch..." Spike roared, and ran towards Glory, coat sweeping behind him magnificently. Expecting another kick like Buffy's, the god was nearly winded when Spike slipped down to sweep her off her feet with his leg. Up in a flash, the god was trading blows with Spike almost faster than the eye could see, and soon a well place punch sent him staggering as Buffy came in, like a tag- team that neither knew about. She soon was smashed back by a front kick, but it unknowingly sent her closer to Dawn. Realizing this, she took advantage. Before Buffy knew what happened, the god was standing behind Dawn, her blood red nails wrapped around the teen's delicate throat.
"Dawn!" Buffy cried out in terror and worry for her sister, she stepped forward, but was stopped by Spike's hand as he got groggily to his feet. She looked daggers at him until he spoke.
"No Buffy." Spike said, almost calmly except for the worry that engulfed his light-blue eyes, and the anger that made them dark as black pools. "I think we know how this one goes." He spoke up to address the hell-god that held the whimpering girl with the long shining hair that had somehow captured his once-beating heat. It almost seemed to beat again, with adrenaline terror for Dawn in his chest.
"Right in one vampy. Now, you give me everything you got on the prophecy, and little teenybopper here goes...well, fairly unscathed. Therapy bills are gonna be a bitch though." Glory smiled brightly, trailing a nail down Dawn's soft cheekbone, biting into the soft skin. She was surprised by the stony silence that suddenly met her, as Dawn just glared. She refused to give this monster any more satisfaction.
"You mean a bitch like you?" Buffy sneered. Glory frowned at Buffy and dug her nails deeper into Dawn's throat. Still the girl made no sound, but the sight of the velvet red blood in contrast to Dawn's pale skin hit Buffy hard. The smell hit Spike harder.
"What fucking prophecy?" He growled, almost vamping out. The smell didn't hit him like it normally would have though. It didn't bring out the demons hunger, the lust for true life it would never have. It brought out the rage, and at the same time made him sick, the way Buffy's blood would. This blood didn't mean food, it mean death. Death of one of his girls. That was intolerable.
"Don't play coy and all 'what are you talking about, we know nothing!' with me. How could you not know?" Glory spat, but realization dawned in her eyes as she looks at the confusion in theirs. "You really don't know?"
Buffy shook her head mutely, and Glory laughed again, a sound like knives. "Well, I really gave you too much credit if you don't know. Or maybe your Watcher does knows." Glory said, looking at Giles. Buffy followed her gaze and gasped. So much blood... "You know," Glory, continued, "I read somewhere, I forget where though, that if they haven't woken up by now, they might never!" Buffy looked around and saw Anya, and Xander lying there almost as if sleeping. Her thoughts were stopped by Spike's rough voice.
"Take me."
"Are you really that important..." Glory started, but was interrupted by Dawn's voice, which had been silent for so long.
"No Spike! Don't!" Glory snickered as she looked at the girl. Spike stepped forward, and Glory looked into Buffy's eyes.
They were full of something, but what? Worry, love, hatred, or hatred for that love? Her hazel eyes swirled and almost sucked Glory in. Emotion, what ever it was, fuelled by such passion. For a second, for the first time, Glory doubted her own glory. She quickly shook her head to emerge her mind from the young woman's eyes. "Guess so." Glory said shortly. She threw Dawn towards Buffy and grabbed Spike. He didn't resist.
Just then, Willow and Tara burst in, talking and laughing. They both stopped short when they saw the mess that lay before them. "Gotta run." Glory grinned and was gone.
Buffy slid boneless to the floor.
Author's Notes: Sorry sorry sorry I haven't updated in so long. Spring break, all that kinds of stuff. So I will write even more! And hopefully you will review!!!
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Dawn's eyes grew wide with terror, as the hell god's voice floated down to her through the basement door.
"Shit shit shit..." Buffy whispered frantically. Spike almost smiled at her new use of the more colorful words in the English language, but the smile was quickly wiped from his face when he started to make out the Glory's words.
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"Now I know you know something Watcher..." Glory crooned, leaning in close to Giles, grabbing his face when he turned away from hers. "Hey! Insulting! You should be willing to die to gaze upon the glory that is...well...Glory!" The blonde god chuckled at her own impromptu pun. Giles winced at the very sound.
"I'm sorry..."Giles started.
"Now that's better! Apologize and bow, your getting the idea. For such a 'smart guy'" Glory made little air quotes, "It took you a while to get that."
"I'm sorry," Giles started again. "But I never knew a gods breath could reek like that." Glory turned upon Giles in full fury, before backhanding him into the counter, wood and glass cracking and smashing. Her head whipped around though when she heard another noise.
Buffy stood in the shambles that had once been the basement door. "Get away from him." Buffy said through clenched teeth.
"Always was one for an entrance." Spike chuckled as he slid behind Buffy to stand behind her. Both stood imperiously in front of the doorway behind them, and Glory thought she could hear the tiniest sniffle...Before she could even finish the thought, Buffy ran towards her almost as if she could tell when Glory's mind was going, and threw herself into a flying sidekick. But the god merely knocked her away, sending her flying into a bookcase.
"Buffy!" Dawn cried as she came up from the basement, but Spike quickly pushed her behind him.
"Dawn! Told you to stay down there. I'll take care of this bitch..." Spike roared, and ran towards Glory, coat sweeping behind him magnificently. Expecting another kick like Buffy's, the god was nearly winded when Spike slipped down to sweep her off her feet with his leg. Up in a flash, the god was trading blows with Spike almost faster than the eye could see, and soon a well place punch sent him staggering as Buffy came in, like a tag- team that neither knew about. She soon was smashed back by a front kick, but it unknowingly sent her closer to Dawn. Realizing this, she took advantage. Before Buffy knew what happened, the god was standing behind Dawn, her blood red nails wrapped around the teen's delicate throat.
"Dawn!" Buffy cried out in terror and worry for her sister, she stepped forward, but was stopped by Spike's hand as he got groggily to his feet. She looked daggers at him until he spoke.
"No Buffy." Spike said, almost calmly except for the worry that engulfed his light-blue eyes, and the anger that made them dark as black pools. "I think we know how this one goes." He spoke up to address the hell-god that held the whimpering girl with the long shining hair that had somehow captured his once-beating heat. It almost seemed to beat again, with adrenaline terror for Dawn in his chest.
"Right in one vampy. Now, you give me everything you got on the prophecy, and little teenybopper here goes...well, fairly unscathed. Therapy bills are gonna be a bitch though." Glory smiled brightly, trailing a nail down Dawn's soft cheekbone, biting into the soft skin. She was surprised by the stony silence that suddenly met her, as Dawn just glared. She refused to give this monster any more satisfaction.
"You mean a bitch like you?" Buffy sneered. Glory frowned at Buffy and dug her nails deeper into Dawn's throat. Still the girl made no sound, but the sight of the velvet red blood in contrast to Dawn's pale skin hit Buffy hard. The smell hit Spike harder.
"What fucking prophecy?" He growled, almost vamping out. The smell didn't hit him like it normally would have though. It didn't bring out the demons hunger, the lust for true life it would never have. It brought out the rage, and at the same time made him sick, the way Buffy's blood would. This blood didn't mean food, it mean death. Death of one of his girls. That was intolerable.
"Don't play coy and all 'what are you talking about, we know nothing!' with me. How could you not know?" Glory spat, but realization dawned in her eyes as she looks at the confusion in theirs. "You really don't know?"
Buffy shook her head mutely, and Glory laughed again, a sound like knives. "Well, I really gave you too much credit if you don't know. Or maybe your Watcher does knows." Glory said, looking at Giles. Buffy followed her gaze and gasped. So much blood... "You know," Glory, continued, "I read somewhere, I forget where though, that if they haven't woken up by now, they might never!" Buffy looked around and saw Anya, and Xander lying there almost as if sleeping. Her thoughts were stopped by Spike's rough voice.
"Take me."
"Are you really that important..." Glory started, but was interrupted by Dawn's voice, which had been silent for so long.
"No Spike! Don't!" Glory snickered as she looked at the girl. Spike stepped forward, and Glory looked into Buffy's eyes.
They were full of something, but what? Worry, love, hatred, or hatred for that love? Her hazel eyes swirled and almost sucked Glory in. Emotion, what ever it was, fuelled by such passion. For a second, for the first time, Glory doubted her own glory. She quickly shook her head to emerge her mind from the young woman's eyes. "Guess so." Glory said shortly. She threw Dawn towards Buffy and grabbed Spike. He didn't resist.
Just then, Willow and Tara burst in, talking and laughing. They both stopped short when they saw the mess that lay before them. "Gotta run." Glory grinned and was gone.
Buffy slid boneless to the floor.
