TtM - Prompt #228 - Boilerplate - Untitled P3 - BtVS
Another week, another Taming the Muse (tamingthemuse) prompt. WEEK TWELVE - WORDCOUNT 1030
Title: Untitled P3
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: #228 - Boilerplate
Warnings:
Rating: G
Pairing: none
Summary: Spike's rescue.
Disclaimer: blahblahblah not mine blahblahblah ya'll know the drill blahblahblah nobody reads this anyways blahblahblah
AN: This section is neither as cheerful nor as witty as the previous, so I apologize.
“So she really wore black slacks with brown boots? Xander, where do you find these women?” Buffy asked as Xander led the group through the cemetery in the general direction that he was fairly certain the correct tomb was. Giles was walking beside him with at least a token attempt at stealth, but the girls were cheerfully and loudly discussing Xander’s many dates as they strolled along.
“Was it Emily who ended up having the Tzalkan ex-boyfriend?” Willow asked distractedly, as they passed a tomb covered with ornate glass tiles in eye bleeding colors.
“Tzalkans are the big brown demons with the orange horns?” Buffy chirped, then continued without waiting for a reply, “That was Emma. Emily was the one who called off the date because her stepfather’s cult had a ritual sacrifice that weekend.”
“That’s right. She was a bad choice anyways, cause she had to stay virginal for the cult to be able to use her blood in their rituals.” Willow shrugged and almost ran into Giles’ back as Xander stopped in front of one of the more normal looking tombs.
“Guys, I think this is it,” Xander said, bending down to pick up something off the ground. It was Spike’s lighter, the one Dawn had given him for Christmas, and it was dirty, but undamaged.
“Spike’d never leave that lighter. Dawn would kill him if he lost it,” Buffy said, some of her amusement bleeding away, “She braved the mall on Christmas Eve just to get it engraved.”
“He wasn’t doing so hot when he got me out of there, Buff. I doubt he volunteered to dump it.” Xander glanced nervously at the entrance to the tomb, the heavy boilerplate door had been shut since he’d run out earlier.
“Well, then…” Buffy dusted her hands, “In we go, I suppose.” She strode up to the door and swung it open without so much as a grunt of effort.
Xander and Willow exchanged a glance, “Slayer strength.” They made mock disgusted faces at each other and the back of Buffy’s head. Giles just sighed gustily.
Buffy didn’t even bother to turn around, but tossed her hair with a huff as she started down the staircase, “Wills, can I get a light down here, it’s pretty dark. Xander, are you sure this is the right place, it looks...” Whatever it looked like was cut off by a loud clang as a black and peroxide blur shot out of the shadows and slammed the door shut, shoving a steel bar in place to wedge it closed.
With the Slayer out of the picture, Spike turned and lunged at Willow.
“Shit! Wills!” Xander and Giles both stumbled forward to block the attack, but they needn’t have worried. Spike went flying, narrowly avoiding getting staked by a tree branch and landing with an unpleasant crunching noise. “Shit, Wills! That’s Spike! Be careful!” There was a pounding noise from inside the tomb, but the door didn’t budge.
Willow winced, “Sorry! Reflex.”
“My sacrifice brings me such nice toys…” Jane stepped around the corner of the tomb and smiled creepily at them.
There was a long moment where they all just stared before Willow broke the silence with a disgruntled noise, “She looks so normal. Bad guys should be clearly labeled. “
“Indeed.” Even Giles was looking mildly surprised at Jane’s very mediocrity, which Xander supposed was a compliment. Nobody else would have suspected her either. For a moment, he felt vindicated.
His victory dance was interrupted by a pained whimper. Spike was hauling himself along the dirt toward them, still in game face, blood leaving a dark smear on the grass behind him.
“Jesus…”
Willow just stared in horror as the vampire tried futilely to force his broken body to attack them.
“Toys cannot stop until their playtime is over,” Jane intoned pompously.
“What the hell does that even mean? Do you think that’s supposed to impress us?” Xander motioned to where Spike was just barely close enough to stretch his arm out and grab at their ankles, “You think that doing this makes you important?”
“I will be rewarded for my loyalty and the toys that I bring.” Jane smiled serenely as Xander felt a cold hand curl around his ankle and Spike let out a choking whine of pain.
One moment he was staring at Jane’s mousy ordinary boring face with that stupid smile, and the next there was an almost physical snap in the back of his head. The next thing he knew, he was standing over her unconscious body and his right knuckles were protesting painfully. “Holy shit…”
“Go Xander!” Willow crowed just as the door to the tomb flew open.
“Alright, where is she? I broke a nail on that stupid door.”
“Xander decked her!”
Buffy blinked at Willow in surprise. “He did? Wow. Color me impressed.”
“Uh, guys… Broken Spike…” Xander looked from the unconscious girl to the barely conscious vampire.
“If we feed her to Spike, it’ll fix both problems at once.” Buffy shrugged and contemplated her broken nail morosely.
“Buffy, that is hardly moral,” Giles frowned perfunctorily at his charges.
“I don’t know…” Willow sighed.
“If she was a demon, there wouldn’t be a dilemma. I don’t really see the problem.” Xander shrugged and grabbed one of Jane’s feet, dragging her close enough for Spike to feed off of.
“That’s true,” Willow nodded. “And I’m sure there’s some kind of demon somewhere in her family tree given Xander's history. Giles just showed me a study that says that over 70% of humans have at least one sixty fourth demon blood.”
“Good enough for me. I’m going home.” Buffy turned and wandered off in the direction of the van without taking her eyes off her nails. Willow followed after glancing thoughtfully at Jane one last time.
Giles was the last to leave, watching as Xander positioned his date where Spike’s fangs could easily reach. “Yes, well… For the record, I am protesting this. Off the record, however, I’m protesting neither loudly nor with great vigor. By the way, I’m rather proud of that right hook. I do believe your training is paying off.”
“Thanks, G-man. Your protests are noted.”
Title: Untitled P3
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: #228 - Boilerplate
Warnings:
Rating: G
Pairing: none
Summary: Spike's rescue.
Disclaimer: blahblahblah not mine blahblahblah ya'll know the drill blahblahblah nobody reads this anyways blahblahblah
AN: This section is neither as cheerful nor as witty as the previous, so I apologize.
“So she really wore black slacks with brown boots? Xander, where do you find these women?” Buffy asked as Xander led the group through the cemetery in the general direction that he was fairly certain the correct tomb was. Giles was walking beside him with at least a token attempt at stealth, but the girls were cheerfully and loudly discussing Xander’s many dates as they strolled along.
“Was it Emily who ended up having the Tzalkan ex-boyfriend?” Willow asked distractedly, as they passed a tomb covered with ornate glass tiles in eye bleeding colors.
“Tzalkans are the big brown demons with the orange horns?” Buffy chirped, then continued without waiting for a reply, “That was Emma. Emily was the one who called off the date because her stepfather’s cult had a ritual sacrifice that weekend.”
“That’s right. She was a bad choice anyways, cause she had to stay virginal for the cult to be able to use her blood in their rituals.” Willow shrugged and almost ran into Giles’ back as Xander stopped in front of one of the more normal looking tombs.
“Guys, I think this is it,” Xander said, bending down to pick up something off the ground. It was Spike’s lighter, the one Dawn had given him for Christmas, and it was dirty, but undamaged.
“Spike’d never leave that lighter. Dawn would kill him if he lost it,” Buffy said, some of her amusement bleeding away, “She braved the mall on Christmas Eve just to get it engraved.”
“He wasn’t doing so hot when he got me out of there, Buff. I doubt he volunteered to dump it.” Xander glanced nervously at the entrance to the tomb, the heavy boilerplate door had been shut since he’d run out earlier.
“Well, then…” Buffy dusted her hands, “In we go, I suppose.” She strode up to the door and swung it open without so much as a grunt of effort.
Xander and Willow exchanged a glance, “Slayer strength.” They made mock disgusted faces at each other and the back of Buffy’s head. Giles just sighed gustily.
Buffy didn’t even bother to turn around, but tossed her hair with a huff as she started down the staircase, “Wills, can I get a light down here, it’s pretty dark. Xander, are you sure this is the right place, it looks...” Whatever it looked like was cut off by a loud clang as a black and peroxide blur shot out of the shadows and slammed the door shut, shoving a steel bar in place to wedge it closed.
With the Slayer out of the picture, Spike turned and lunged at Willow.
“Shit! Wills!” Xander and Giles both stumbled forward to block the attack, but they needn’t have worried. Spike went flying, narrowly avoiding getting staked by a tree branch and landing with an unpleasant crunching noise. “Shit, Wills! That’s Spike! Be careful!” There was a pounding noise from inside the tomb, but the door didn’t budge.
Willow winced, “Sorry! Reflex.”
“My sacrifice brings me such nice toys…” Jane stepped around the corner of the tomb and smiled creepily at them.
There was a long moment where they all just stared before Willow broke the silence with a disgruntled noise, “She looks so normal. Bad guys should be clearly labeled. “
“Indeed.” Even Giles was looking mildly surprised at Jane’s very mediocrity, which Xander supposed was a compliment. Nobody else would have suspected her either. For a moment, he felt vindicated.
His victory dance was interrupted by a pained whimper. Spike was hauling himself along the dirt toward them, still in game face, blood leaving a dark smear on the grass behind him.
“Jesus…”
Willow just stared in horror as the vampire tried futilely to force his broken body to attack them.
“Toys cannot stop until their playtime is over,” Jane intoned pompously.
“What the hell does that even mean? Do you think that’s supposed to impress us?” Xander motioned to where Spike was just barely close enough to stretch his arm out and grab at their ankles, “You think that doing this makes you important?”
“I will be rewarded for my loyalty and the toys that I bring.” Jane smiled serenely as Xander felt a cold hand curl around his ankle and Spike let out a choking whine of pain.
One moment he was staring at Jane’s mousy ordinary boring face with that stupid smile, and the next there was an almost physical snap in the back of his head. The next thing he knew, he was standing over her unconscious body and his right knuckles were protesting painfully. “Holy shit…”
“Go Xander!” Willow crowed just as the door to the tomb flew open.
“Alright, where is she? I broke a nail on that stupid door.”
“Xander decked her!”
Buffy blinked at Willow in surprise. “He did? Wow. Color me impressed.”
“Uh, guys… Broken Spike…” Xander looked from the unconscious girl to the barely conscious vampire.
“If we feed her to Spike, it’ll fix both problems at once.” Buffy shrugged and contemplated her broken nail morosely.
“Buffy, that is hardly moral,” Giles frowned perfunctorily at his charges.
“I don’t know…” Willow sighed.
“If she was a demon, there wouldn’t be a dilemma. I don’t really see the problem.” Xander shrugged and grabbed one of Jane’s feet, dragging her close enough for Spike to feed off of.
“That’s true,” Willow nodded. “And I’m sure there’s some kind of demon somewhere in her family tree given Xander's history. Giles just showed me a study that says that over 70% of humans have at least one sixty fourth demon blood.”
“Good enough for me. I’m going home.” Buffy turned and wandered off in the direction of the van without taking her eyes off her nails. Willow followed after glancing thoughtfully at Jane one last time.
Giles was the last to leave, watching as Xander positioned his date where Spike’s fangs could easily reach. “Yes, well… For the record, I am protesting this. Off the record, however, I’m protesting neither loudly nor with great vigor. By the way, I’m rather proud of that right hook. I do believe your training is paying off.”
“Thanks, G-man. Your protests are noted.”