BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
DARK REFLECTIONS
CHAPTER 8: WTF!?
AN: HEY SORRY I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO UPDATE LATELY, I GOT A LOT ON MY MIND AND SUCH AND A LITTLE UPSET THAT I DIDN'T GET ANY REVIEWS OUT OF THREE NEW CHAPTERS BUT I'M FINISHING THIS FIC ONE DAY. I WON'T GIVE UP ON THIS, SOME PEOPLE JUST WON'T LIKE THIS CAUSE THERE'S A NEW CHARACTER WHO HAPPENED TO HAVE BEEN A DRUG DEALER, WHO USES DRUGS AND WOMEN AND HAPPENS TO BE FROM PHILLY, WHERE HE TALKS DIFFERENTLY THAN THE SCOOBIES. BUT DANIEL NIEVES SERVES A PURPOSE IN THIS FIC, BESIDES BEING A SLAYER. READ ON GENTLE READERS AND CONTINUE ON WITH THESE PAGES OF INSANITY.
Buffy was slumped against the wall, blood caking her face from numerous cuts and scratches. Yet he didn't have time to pay any attention to them just yet, because the vampire was about to drive a stake through the unbeating heart of Spike. He would not let Spike get dusted, he was a vampire who truly sought out some sort of redemption even if it was over a female…
Daniel grabbed the bottle of Hennessy out of his peacoat and hurled it at the blonde vampire, just as she was about to bring the stake down. Spike grabbed her wrists and she couldn't block the oncoming bottle, smashing into her face, spreading glass all over the room. Spike flipped her over him, and she landed on her feet, and kicked Spike in the ribs, before he could get up sending him flying into the living room table. The vampire glared at Daniel, her short blonde hair messed up, and golden eyes staring deep into his green ones. She snarled, and bared her teeth out him, to intimidate, but instead he laughed and she grabbed a sword that had fallen earlier.
"Shit." He cursed, barely above a whisper. She swung the broadsword, aiming for his face, but he avoided it, grabbing her wrists, and landing a vicious kick to her stomach, sending her flying into the door. Spike opened the door and tossed the vampire outside. Daniel sprinted, then lunged at her, landing a hard punch to the face, hard knuckles crashing into a cheekbone. She pushed him off of her and landed a uppercut that sent him flying into Buffy's porch railing.
"Puny boy." She said, and he stood up angrily at that. The vampire smiled at his temper and charged at him, feinting a left punch and landing a hard right kick to his midsection instead. He tried to retaliate but she was too fast and grabbed him by his throat, cutting off the circulation in his body. He struggled against her and Spike came flying outside landing a hard punch to the back of her head. She dropped Daniel and slid out of game face, golden eyes disappearing into green.
"Buffy." Spike said, in disbelief, but here she stood in front of him, Buffy the Vampire, without Slayer at the end. This dark Buffy had long blonde hair and a skimpy white miniskirt , as well as a white beater, baring all to the world. Daniel was confused, and landed a punch to the vampire anyway. The vampire Buffy fell of the porch and was about to take off running when Daniel pursued her, leaping and landing a kick to the back of her legs, tripping her over, and then he slid a stake out of his long sleeve shirt and pressed it against her back.
"Gonna run away now bitch?" Daniel asked harshly. He lit up a Newport, nonchalantly, giving the vampire the air of him underestimating her, which he didn't , he never did, but he wanted her to think she had the upper hand. She rolled around and he pressed the stake into her chest. "Don't fucks with me bitch." He said, flicking ash into the night. He pulled on his cigarette one more time and he told Spike, "Hey check up on the real Buffy, she looked beat up." Spike nodded and headed inside, then he faced the vampire he was on top of. "You will tell me what I need to know or I will dust ya puta." He warned her.
Ignoring him, she then decided to spit blood in his face. It splattered all over his forehead and dripped onto his clothes. "Guess you made a choice." He said, punching her with his right hand, nearly knocking out some of her teeth. He was beyond angry now, he was livid, he had offered the stupid pendeja a chance to live, but know, instead the bitch spit in his face. Still angry and volatile as hell, he smashed his elbow into he nose, breaking it. "Let's try again. I ask you to answer, if you don't , someone else will be answering with my face on. Don't try me." He said, and this time the vampire nodded. "Where the hell are you from Buffy?" He asked the vampire fiercely.
"From afar, a different dimension, I used to be the Slayer, but then Dracula bit me and then sired me, I became the one thing I feared, a evil, soulless, thing." She said, crying. He felt bad for her, he honestly pitied and sympathized with her. He removed the stake from her chest and helped her to her feet. They stared at each other, green eyes to green eyes. "The First brought me here to destroy you all, before you could even muster up a thought to attack him."
"And you failed, miserably." Daniel pointed out.
"Did I?" Buffy asked, punching him in the face, moving like a blur. She was faster than him and before he could block her next attack, she kicked his legs out from underneath him and pinned him to the dirt, straddling his thighs. "Did I fail?" She asked him, leering real close to his face. She kissed his lips tentatively, and he pushed her away.
"I don't think this is part of your job, do you?" Daniel asked. He struggled to slide out from underneath her, not wanting any part of whatever she had in mind. "You'd make a great childe, you know, we could paint this town red with the blood of the innocent, you don't mind killing them after all." Her blunt statement brought tears to his eyes.
"You don't know, you don't know me, so don't judge me bitch." He said frustrated.
"You are just like us. Except we're more honest about it, night and day you hunt. Because two innocents who happened to be family were slain, how many innocents have you killed? I'll admit my kills, I'm a vampire, there's no need to hide unless it's from sunlight, you, you're evil, yet you hide and pretend to be a good guy when in reality you're far from it, you're a bad man Daniel." She said, wiping his tears casually with her fingers.
"I did what I did cause I had to. It was my job, you fuckers do it for the fun, I feel bad about what I've done, you don't." He said, smoke rising in the air from his still lit Newport.
"We have no soul to condemn us. You do." She said.
"Shut up." He snapped angrily.
"Make me." She retorted, and in his anger, he flicked the cigarette into her face, burning her forehead, and giving his enough time to land a brutal punch to her jaw, sending her flying backwards into a tree. She got up angrily and slid into game face, ready to turn him, but he moved quicker, landing a lightning fast kick to her neck, pulling out a stake, and swinging it, but she spun out her leg and caught him in the face. He stumbled backwards, but gathered his bearings.
"You will be my childe." The vampire said angrily, and disappeared into the night before Daniel could strategize what to do next. He angrily walked into Buffy's house, before the apparition of his father stepped in his way.
"Did you like her? If you don't , it's okay, you'll learn to." The First said.
"Get.The.Fuck.Out.Of.My.Face." He walked right through his dad.
"I love you son." And with that the First disappeared. Daniel didn't even make it to the inside of the house. He broke down, completely, tears coursing down his cheeks in sorrow, and his body was racked with sobs, deep sobs of sadness and depression that had been building in him since he awoke from his coma. He sure was a fuck up for a Slayer, first night on the job he got bit. The next, he nearly gets sired by a vampire version of his Slayer counterpart, and now, vulnerable and open to the Big Bads, he cried, because he couldn't hold back anymore. He had been a fuck up as a son, always sellin' drugs, while his parents tried to find something good in him, something they could be proud of , yet they never found a thing, and then they died, while he was gone in Afghanistan, killed by some fledgelings probably cause he couldn't stop them.
"Don't cry." A soft, gentle voice said. Daniel looked up and saw his mother. Short, a little chubby, with a round face full of love. Deep brown eyes stared a hole into his eyes, as if she was planning on finding his soul through it. Her wispy brown hair was tied in a ponytail with flicks of gray here and there.
"I don't think I can do this mom." He said, sadly.
"Don't….Just give up, just take your gun and shoot yourself. We'll all be happy then. Then you could see us in heaven and we can be together. Just do it, stop living, it's better on this side anyways."
He stared at the First for the longest time. "I bet you would love that too ain't motherfucka, for me to die, but it's okay, we all know you scared of what I can do. It's why you run around taunting me to off myself, cause you know in the end I'm gonna destroy you and and you're people."
"You can't destroy me, I'm eternal." The First snapped.
"You're what, the eternal bitch, the eternal taunter, the eternal dickhead who can't beat me, eternally what bitch?" He retorted angrily.
"We'll see, Daniel, We'll see." The First said.
"I think I've seen enough." Daniel said, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his coat and headed back inside.
"We're not done here."
"What did you expect, a bloody conversation." Daniel said, mimicking Spike.
He shut the door, and faced Buffy and Spike. They just stood there, staring at each other, but not talking. Daniel walked up to Spike and said, "This is where you ask her for her number." With much sarcasm.
"I already got it wanker, and I don't think there's nothing left to be said between me and the Slayer here." Spike replied.
"Oooh, I feel hostility and stuff. It's okay the Rican Doctor Phil is in the house." Daniel said. "Take a seat the two of you." He ordered.
"I don't take orders from you, Slayer." Spike snapped.
"Fine. Spike, could you like please sit down, cause it would be so totally cool if you guys could make up instead of bickering and arguing, cause frankly it's quite obvious that you guys care so much about each other which is so awesome." Daniel said, pretending to be someone from the suburbs of California.
"We do not sound like that." Buffy mocked.
"Anyway, I'm headed over to Giles, but you two need to talk, like right now." Daniel said, heading out of the door.
"So let's talk." Buffy said.
"Nothing to talk about." Spike replied.
"There is a lot to talk about." Buffy said. "First, by saying I'm sorry for what I did Spike, I truly am, I used your love against you and used you, leaving you with nothing."
"You damn right, you left me with nothing. Not even a crumb Slayer.. Even the dogs get the crumbs from the Master's table." He said, quoting the Bible.
"I'm not your Master." Buffy replied.
"No, you're the Slayer, the killer of my people, except Master fits better." He said snidely.
"Spike, I'm falling…."
"Stop now dammit. Buffy what are you doing? Just stop, cause that's something I'll never bloody believe, but guess what Slayer, I stopped loving you a long time ago." Spike said, walking out the door, and slamming it behind him. Buffy watched him go, tears welling in her eyes.
Buffy sobbed uncontrollably.
AN: Yes, this is a Spuffy fic, in part, cause it's not just about the two, but don't ever expect some fluffy shit from me cause that's not my style. Reviews appreciated, wow, sounds like a fuckin' ad.