Post by phaeton08 on Oct 12, 2009 8:49:59 GMT -5
Title: Paradise Left
Summary: What if Buffy really did come back wrong after being torn from Paradise
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tara, Xander/Anya etc
Genre: All our favorite Buffy Themes
Rating: R
Warnings: Don't read if you haven't watched Season 6 passed Tabula Rasa and Angel Season 4 after Spin the Bottle or risk major spoilers and a few suprises lol.
Disclaimer: These are all characters created by Mr. Whedon himself, Im just twisting their paths a little bit.
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Well, wait. Nobody comes back from paradise. Okay, a Slayer once, but that…
Joan, the blonde haired-amnesiac superhero smiled as she and Rand Giles…The so called ridiculous Vampire with a soul fought out against the small group of vampires. Randy, still clad head to toe in his very English tweed suit managed to grab one of the vampires by its shoulder as Randy brought the creature over to the superhero. Instinctually, Joan swiftly kicked the vampire in his genital area then came across with a strong left hook. Although she had no memories of training, martial art’s school or even where she got her superpowers from, Joan laughed in the thrill of the battle.
“Don’t mess with Joan the vamp…” Joan taunted before her mind was slammed with a wave of memories tore through her mind like a deluge. The slayer grabbed her head and screamed out in pain before one of the vampires took advantaged of Buffy’s state a d punch her in the face, sending the Slayer down to the ground. Vampire or not, the creature wouldn’t let up as he repeatedly kicked Buffy in the stomach as she gasped in pain from not only the physical wounds but the psychological trauma as well.
“Buffy! Buff…” Spike roared back to his Slayer as he saw her struggle under the weight of her memories returning. Another one of the nameless vampire attempted to tackle Spike, who simply punched him out of the way. The slayer rolled on the ground as Spike decided to stop playing around with the vampires, as he slammed two of the henchman together and watched as both of them fell to the grassy earth. In one swift motion, Spike reached into his tweed covered pocket, and found a solid wooden stake
“From dust…to dust…” Spike trailed off, as he staked the two downed vampires without hesitation. The well-dressed Shark headed demon walked up behind the tweed covered vampire, as he chuckled to himself on the futility of hiring out vampires to do his dirty work.
“You're an odd duck, Mister Spike. Fighting your own kind ... palling around with a Slayer. And whoa, that suit! Chutzpah must be your middle name. Uh, hey, look, um ... about our little debt problem, it's okay, I don't need the kittens.” The Shark demon said, with his voice bearing a strong resemblance to the great Jack Nicholson.
“You'll get paid. I'm no welsher.” Spike said after he grabbed the fish breathed gangster by his suit lapels pulled him in close.
“Right, sure. You're good for it, I know that. I'm just going to, uh ... yeah.” The Shark Demon said after being released from the vampire’s grip. He simply brushed off his suit and walked away from the both the downed slayer and her strange vampire protector. Spike only shook his head at the gangster, and walked over to Buffy who was still racked with pain on the ground.
“You all alright?” Spike asked the slayer as he offered his hand to her. In what Spike could only describe as a face in pure horror, Buffy shook her head at the vampire in fear as she simultaneously crawled backwards a few paces, then turned to sprint away with tears welled in her eyes. Spike simply sighed, and followed his Slayer as she ran the fastest he’d have ever seen before.
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Spike managed to track the Slayer down at the Summers’ residence, as it stood in the night almost completely empty. The vampire still clad in his tweed suit that he had borrowed to hide from the lone shark, quickly shot up the stairs of the house to the second floor. There, the vampire found Buffy leaning up against with her left shoulder in the hallway, as she wiped the tears off her face while she cried uncontrollably.
“Buffy.” Spike called out toward her, as he moved to comfort the slayer, who simply signaled that she was alright.
“I can’t Spike…I…I’m sorry.” Buffy said as she wiped the tears off her face, and turned toward the vampire.
“Do you remember everything?” Spike asked as he respected Buffy’s wish and stood still.
“I remember all of it. All of it. And I have to be alone. Please? For a while. It's too... I” Buffy trailed off as she walked toward her room. Spike shook his head, and stepped toward her.
“Then you'll remember pet, that I love you.” Spike tried to reassure the slayer as he placed his cold hands on her shoulder.
“I know…But it’s not going to be enough.” Buffy said with her voice lightened in feelings of fear and sorrow as she walked into her room. Spike intended to go after her, but was stopped as the white painted, wooden door slammed shut in his face. The Vampire received the message loud and clear; he pressed his forehead against the door and swore under his breath. Spike simply smiled and walked out of the Summers’ home back into the darkness where he belonged.
Summary: What if Buffy really did come back wrong after being torn from Paradise
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Buffy, Willow/Tara, Xander/Anya etc
Genre: All our favorite Buffy Themes
Rating: R
Warnings: Don't read if you haven't watched Season 6 passed Tabula Rasa and Angel Season 4 after Spin the Bottle or risk major spoilers and a few suprises lol.
Disclaimer: These are all characters created by Mr. Whedon himself, Im just twisting their paths a little bit.
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Prologue: Tabula Rasa
Well, wait. Nobody comes back from paradise. Okay, a Slayer once, but that…
Joan, the blonde haired-amnesiac superhero smiled as she and Rand Giles…The so called ridiculous Vampire with a soul fought out against the small group of vampires. Randy, still clad head to toe in his very English tweed suit managed to grab one of the vampires by its shoulder as Randy brought the creature over to the superhero. Instinctually, Joan swiftly kicked the vampire in his genital area then came across with a strong left hook. Although she had no memories of training, martial art’s school or even where she got her superpowers from, Joan laughed in the thrill of the battle.
“Don’t mess with Joan the vamp…” Joan taunted before her mind was slammed with a wave of memories tore through her mind like a deluge. The slayer grabbed her head and screamed out in pain before one of the vampires took advantaged of Buffy’s state a d punch her in the face, sending the Slayer down to the ground. Vampire or not, the creature wouldn’t let up as he repeatedly kicked Buffy in the stomach as she gasped in pain from not only the physical wounds but the psychological trauma as well.
“Buffy! Buff…” Spike roared back to his Slayer as he saw her struggle under the weight of her memories returning. Another one of the nameless vampire attempted to tackle Spike, who simply punched him out of the way. The slayer rolled on the ground as Spike decided to stop playing around with the vampires, as he slammed two of the henchman together and watched as both of them fell to the grassy earth. In one swift motion, Spike reached into his tweed covered pocket, and found a solid wooden stake
“From dust…to dust…” Spike trailed off, as he staked the two downed vampires without hesitation. The well-dressed Shark headed demon walked up behind the tweed covered vampire, as he chuckled to himself on the futility of hiring out vampires to do his dirty work.
“You're an odd duck, Mister Spike. Fighting your own kind ... palling around with a Slayer. And whoa, that suit! Chutzpah must be your middle name. Uh, hey, look, um ... about our little debt problem, it's okay, I don't need the kittens.” The Shark demon said, with his voice bearing a strong resemblance to the great Jack Nicholson.
“You'll get paid. I'm no welsher.” Spike said after he grabbed the fish breathed gangster by his suit lapels pulled him in close.
“Right, sure. You're good for it, I know that. I'm just going to, uh ... yeah.” The Shark Demon said after being released from the vampire’s grip. He simply brushed off his suit and walked away from the both the downed slayer and her strange vampire protector. Spike only shook his head at the gangster, and walked over to Buffy who was still racked with pain on the ground.
“You all alright?” Spike asked the slayer as he offered his hand to her. In what Spike could only describe as a face in pure horror, Buffy shook her head at the vampire in fear as she simultaneously crawled backwards a few paces, then turned to sprint away with tears welled in her eyes. Spike simply sighed, and followed his Slayer as she ran the fastest he’d have ever seen before.
**************
Spike managed to track the Slayer down at the Summers’ residence, as it stood in the night almost completely empty. The vampire still clad in his tweed suit that he had borrowed to hide from the lone shark, quickly shot up the stairs of the house to the second floor. There, the vampire found Buffy leaning up against with her left shoulder in the hallway, as she wiped the tears off her face while she cried uncontrollably.
“Buffy.” Spike called out toward her, as he moved to comfort the slayer, who simply signaled that she was alright.
“I can’t Spike…I…I’m sorry.” Buffy said as she wiped the tears off her face, and turned toward the vampire.
“Do you remember everything?” Spike asked as he respected Buffy’s wish and stood still.
“I remember all of it. All of it. And I have to be alone. Please? For a while. It's too... I” Buffy trailed off as she walked toward her room. Spike shook his head, and stepped toward her.
“Then you'll remember pet, that I love you.” Spike tried to reassure the slayer as he placed his cold hands on her shoulder.
“I know…But it’s not going to be enough.” Buffy said with her voice lightened in feelings of fear and sorrow as she walked into her room. Spike intended to go after her, but was stopped as the white painted, wooden door slammed shut in his face. The Vampire received the message loud and clear; he pressed his forehead against the door and swore under his breath. Spike simply smiled and walked out of the Summers’ home back into the darkness where he belonged.
