more fic snippet
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timepiececlockHere's some more of that fic I started a month ago, post Never Leave Me. It was written, of course, before the mini-buffies started showing up in adolescent droves, and I think I'm just going to leave them out for now. It was also pre-Giles, pre-water-torture, pre-fake-Dru, and (sadly), pre-sweet & romantic-rescue. Also, I've determined my Ubervamp will be meaner and hopefully scarier than the one on the show.
You can find the previous post of it here.
Wrote this part while listening mostly to "Heal Yourself" by Elephant Ride, "Balladovie" by The Killingtons, and "Stupid Thing" by Nickel. I think all of these were in BtVS eps at some point, though "Stupid Thing" is the only one I remember really-- it was the song playing by the live band at the Bronze while Spike stalked Buffy in the crowd in School Hard.
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The vampire the Slayer's troop had rushed into that horrid room to rescue hung directly above them. He was strung fifteen feet over their heads by taut leather cords, back and limbs stretched against a torture wheel reminiscent of the dark ages and The Church, of witch trials and Inquisitions. His thin, dirty frame was parallel to the floor, and bloody gashes covered his torso like red finger-paint. Even from where the humans stood, they could see his eyes were closed, and his chest no longer moved in the affectation of breathe they'd all become accustomed to. He’d never before looked more like a dead man.
“That’s—that’s how,” Anya said carefully, voice thick. She pulled her eyes from corpse of Spike to the seal they were practically standing on. “His blood, it— they bled him onto the Seal of Danzlathar to activate it.”
At these words Buffy made a swallowing motion, and twisted up her face in a determined mask, eyes finally leaving the body--no, Spike, because he wasn't dust yet-- and instead examining the apparatus holding him.
"We've got to get him down," she commanded. Stating the obvious, true, but they had to start somewhere.
"Here," Willow said, and pointed at the barrel-sized crank in the corner, amidst a pile of broken wood boxes and assorted junk. She walked over, looking relieved to have something not-Spike-dead to think about. "We must've missed it before-- I think if you turn this Buffy," she pushed some crap out of the way to reveal an iron winch handle the thickness of her leg, "that should lower him. And then we can, um, untie him. Or cut him loose. Whatever, you know, works."
"Good idea," the Slayer replied, coming over to look at the crank and flexing her wrists. "Xander, could you--"
"Got it," he broke in, purposeful nod sent her way. "Swords aplenty, here, for cutting. Er, for cutting cords. Doesn't look like the First's toy surprise had much use for them."
Getting the crank to function properly was a noisy experience, and the harsh grating noises improved no one's mood as they watched the vampire's body slowly, jerkily lower. It was a mercy on them that all the wet blood had long dripped off; still its lack left Spike's skin an ashen shade of grey.
It was a morose, subdued group of Slayer & Slayerettes that eventually left the school basement. Willow and Anya had argued about getting a stretcher-- Anya against-- until Buffy solved the matter by flinging his body over her shoulder in a fireman's grip. "He's not broken anything," she snapped brusquely, "and this is faster."
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Yeah, I know--- this scene was still in the basement, but it will move onto a different setting next time! I promise. And we'll see where Andrew was during this too.
You can find the previous post of it here.
Wrote this part while listening mostly to "Heal Yourself" by Elephant Ride, "Balladovie" by The Killingtons, and "Stupid Thing" by Nickel. I think all of these were in BtVS eps at some point, though "Stupid Thing" is the only one I remember really-- it was the song playing by the live band at the Bronze while Spike stalked Buffy in the crowd in School Hard.
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The vampire the Slayer's troop had rushed into that horrid room to rescue hung directly above them. He was strung fifteen feet over their heads by taut leather cords, back and limbs stretched against a torture wheel reminiscent of the dark ages and The Church, of witch trials and Inquisitions. His thin, dirty frame was parallel to the floor, and bloody gashes covered his torso like red finger-paint. Even from where the humans stood, they could see his eyes were closed, and his chest no longer moved in the affectation of breathe they'd all become accustomed to. He’d never before looked more like a dead man.
“That’s—that’s how,” Anya said carefully, voice thick. She pulled her eyes from corpse of Spike to the seal they were practically standing on. “His blood, it— they bled him onto the Seal of Danzlathar to activate it.”
At these words Buffy made a swallowing motion, and twisted up her face in a determined mask, eyes finally leaving the body--no, Spike, because he wasn't dust yet-- and instead examining the apparatus holding him.
"We've got to get him down," she commanded. Stating the obvious, true, but they had to start somewhere.
"Here," Willow said, and pointed at the barrel-sized crank in the corner, amidst a pile of broken wood boxes and assorted junk. She walked over, looking relieved to have something not-Spike-dead to think about. "We must've missed it before-- I think if you turn this Buffy," she pushed some crap out of the way to reveal an iron winch handle the thickness of her leg, "that should lower him. And then we can, um, untie him. Or cut him loose. Whatever, you know, works."
"Good idea," the Slayer replied, coming over to look at the crank and flexing her wrists. "Xander, could you--"
"Got it," he broke in, purposeful nod sent her way. "Swords aplenty, here, for cutting. Er, for cutting cords. Doesn't look like the First's toy surprise had much use for them."
Getting the crank to function properly was a noisy experience, and the harsh grating noises improved no one's mood as they watched the vampire's body slowly, jerkily lower. It was a mercy on them that all the wet blood had long dripped off; still its lack left Spike's skin an ashen shade of grey.
It was a morose, subdued group of Slayer & Slayerettes that eventually left the school basement. Willow and Anya had argued about getting a stretcher-- Anya against-- until Buffy solved the matter by flinging his body over her shoulder in a fireman's grip. "He's not broken anything," she snapped brusquely, "and this is faster."
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Yeah, I know--- this scene was still in the basement, but it will move onto a different setting next time! I promise. And we'll see where Andrew was during this too.
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