|
|
Bored Series - We Are But Dust And A Shadow -- by Ruby
Rating: PG-13
Description: Buffy and Angel get it on with Spike, sequel to Come Apart.
Note: No, not like that! This one's even shorter than most, but I had to get this out before Charity came after me with more of her Willow/Wesley torture!:-) Dedication -- To Lora and her Big Ass Sombrero.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. I own nothing. Story of my life.
The minions broke away from their captives as the slayer and Angel came through the door. The nearest lashed out at Buffy, throwing his rock-hard fist against the slayer's left eye. She slammed into the wall and kicked out at her attacker as Angel wrapped an arm around the vampire's neck and snapped it effortlessly.
Wesley took advantage of the open door and fled into the darkness. From inside the house came the sounds of splintering furniture, shattering glass, and cries of defeat, as the slayer and her friends dusted the minions with swift efficiency. The watcher briefly considered running back in to assist, but thought he might better observe from the front yard so as to be able to critique Buffy's technique when the attack had concluded.
When the last of the underlings had vanished in a haze of ashes, the slayer turned her rage on Spike.
"You bastard!" she shouted at him. "I hope you enjoyed turning Sunnydale into your own personal chessboard and using us as pawns, because it's the last time you'll ever fuck with any of us!"
"Buffy," Willow said from beside Spike.
"Shut up," the slayer snapped. "Your words mean nothing to me."
"Buffy," Angel spoke softly.
"She chose to leap into the fire. Let her deal with the ashes," Buffy said as she advanced on Spike.
"Oh, damn," Xander moaned as six more vampires appeared from the corridor.
Oz was lifted into the air and flung against the wall as one of the vampires went after the slayer. Xander's eyes settled on a heavy iron doorstop sitting uselessly three feet away from the unhinged front door. He grabbed it up and headed for Spike, who had turned to push Willow out of harm's way.
Willow watched in horror as Xander raised up the doorstop to bring it down on Spike's skull.
"Xander, no!" she screamed as she moved to shield her lover from the force of the oncoming blow.
The weight of the heavy object brought Willow to her knees, and she collapsed under its impact. Xander went numb, and he dropped the weapon. His mind barely registered the cold, strong hands that grabbed him by the neck as one of Spike's boys drew the man away from his master. Spike knelt beside Willow and scooped her still body up in his arms. Dark, sticky blood flowed from an open gash just above her left ear. He glanced over at the slayer, who was fighting off yet another attacker.
Leaving his minions to fend for themselves, he moved down the corridor, into the kitchen, and out the back door.
Wesley turned from where he was standing on the front lawn to find himself staring into the evil, amber eyes of Spike's demonic visage. The blonde vampire curled his lips back from his long, lethal teeth and snarled a deep, low, murderous growl. The watcher wailed and scurried out of Spike's path.
Spike lowered Willow's limp form onto the front seat of the car and moved in beside her. He turned the key in the ignition and glanced over at the house as a vampire came sailing through the door, swirling into ashy nothingness before his body ever hit the porch. Spike shook his head and pulled away from the house.
"Where's Spike?" Buffy's breath came in long gasps as they stood in the empty room.
"I killed her," Xander whispered.
"What?" Angel asked.
Xander looked around at the trio behind him, "I didn't mean to. I was going after Spike. She got in the way. I didn't realize--I couldn't stop it. I killed her."
Angel stepped forward and stared down at the bloody stain on the floor. Buffy looked at Xander in shocked silence. Oz walked wordlessly out of the house.
"I didn't mean to," Xander repeated.
The End
Tell the author what you think: