Flesh Into Gear
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Adult +
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13
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8
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Flesh Into Gear
Title: Flesh Into Gear
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aus/S/W
Summary: Drusilla has been killed by none other then Willow. What will Angelus and Spike do when they find out?
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, own none of the characters; they belong to Joss and Co. I’m just borrowing them for my sick and twisted pleasure. The title was taken from the song ‘Flesh Into Gear’ by CKY (Camp Kill Yourself), along with the lyrics.
Distribution: If I posted it to your list…well then I guess you can have it. Otherwise, just drop me a line…I’m sure to say yes.
Feedback: But of course. I tend to really, really like the stuff. It’s almost an obsession. ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
A/N: Thanks to Gabrielle for yet another wonderful challenge and for all of the input for this fic. You are the best! The title was taken from the song ‘Flesh Into Gear’ by CKY (Camp Kill Yourself), along with the lyrics.
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Chapter 1
Spike walked aimlessly through the mansion, seeing and remembering when the walls had echoed with her voice. The soft swaying of her hips seemed to mimic the swaying of trees in the wind perfectly. Her dark desires were always his. She was his. Was. He’d shed his tears for her in private. His Dark Goddess was no more.
When the minion had come, it had been a bad time, to say the least. The Slayer was more than likely on her way and the ritual for awakening Acathala had begun. They hadn’t known until it was all over. Until she was gone forever. But, she’d saved them before she was taken from them forever. Her second sight, or the stars, or that bloody doll had told her what the outcome of this fight would be if they didn’t take measures to stop it.
And take measures they did. Angelus, after hearing that the little witch, Willow, was going to attempt to re-ensoul him was, needless to say, pissed off. Orders spewed from his mouth as fast as he could think of them. Angelus sent Drusilla and a few minions to stop the witch from performing the spell at all costs. Spike was sent to find any demon or witch that would be able to help them with the Slayer. Drusilla’s warning that the Slayer would send him to hell by way of Acathala was another bit of news that only served to fire his passion to destroy her.
Everything had been going so well that neither Spike nor Angelus had noticed when Drusilla didn’t return. They were focused on the ensuing fight. Spike had been busy helping the L’tcuk demon set up the illusion. It would seem to everyone present that Acathala had awoken. That way, if something went wrong and Angelus did not kill Buffy like he planned, the illusion would suck Angelus in, just as the statue would have. Only Angelus would not be going to hell. Instead, he would appear in his room, whole and intact. Steve, the L’tcuk demon, had made sure of all of this, even testing it.
The stage had been set, Buffy had come as they’d expected. Spike had stayed out of the way as per Angelus’ orders. He watched from the shadows…watched as Buffy pierced Angelus’ heart with the sword. Spike couldn’t help but smile, at not only at the illusion, but also at the fact that Buffy had nearly gotten one up on the almighty Angelus.
I can't expect you to see
me when i'm not around
and my voice is destroyed
by confinement of sound
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Earlier at the school…
Drusilla danced through the empty dark hallways of the Sunnydale High School. She’d been sent on a mission…to find the Witch and kill her, keep her from doing the nasty spell that would take her Daddy away. The stars sang tunes only she could hear, and she danced steps so old they were forgotten by all but her and the stars which guided her steps. The minions that had been sent with her waited in the hallway for her.
“Stay here, I want to play,” she said to them. They nodded and watched as she stopped dancing and walked up to the door of the library.
With a flourish, Drusilla opened the doors and walked through. Five teenage faces turned to her in astonishment and fright. She smiled at them, knowing she was the cause of their fear. The smell of it wafted to her and she inhaled it with relish.
Kendra was the first to move, stake in hand, while Willow and the others continued with the spell. Willow knew she had to do this, and needed concentration, but she couldn’t help but peek every now and then. What she saw a few moments into the spell almost broke her concentration. Drusilla sliced neatly through Kendra’s throat with her nails, and then those dark, haunted eyes turned on Willow. She could feel a lump forming in her throat as she tried to chant around it.
Oz and Cordelia had stopped their parts in the spell and stepped in front of Willow as she redoubled her efforts. She heard more than saw her two friends being tossed to the sides. The next thing she heard was Drusilla’s voice.
“Naughty little witch,” Drusilla said, tisking and wagging one long finger back and forth.
Willow sat atop the table looking directly at one of the most dangerous vampires in Sunnydale, and quite possibly the world. The longer she looked at Drusilla, the more Willow felt a sinking feeling within her. It was strange and she felt as if she should just let it take her down, that she would be safe there. The image of a swaying Kendra flashed in her mind and she looked away from Drusilla’s eyes with much difficulty.
Drusilla watched as Willow began to go unher her spell. This was her conquest and the reason she came here, to stop this witch. She watched as Willow’s will overcame hers and she was surprised, but didn’t show it. Drusilla stared into those defiant eyes, and saw her own death. It didn’t scare her though, she knew she must do this to save her ‘Daddy’, and if her death was the price, so be it.
“Daddy doeswantwant that dirty soul back,” Drusilla said with a hiss, and laid her hands on the table to either side of Willow. She leaned in close to whisper in Willow’s ear. “The tree would grow stronger…if she were dead.” With that, Drusilla bit Willow’s neck and began to drink.
Willow reeled from the pain and the swift pull at her neck. She could feel Drusilla’s fangs and lips pulling at her, but she hung on. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on Kendra’s dropped stake. She felt her mind grab a hold of it and she clung to it like a lifeline. It floated slowly towards Drusilla, who was still taking in Willow’s life essence, her blood. The stake wavered in the air as Willow’s life threatened to end. It seemed to Willow to take forever for the stake to reach them. Finally, the stake plunged into Drusilla’s back.
Pulling back, Drusilla’s face slipped back to normal, a surprised look crossing her features. “Naughty little tree,” she said before turning to dust.
Willow, swooning from blood loss, collapsed into unconsciousness atop the table.
i'm a human machine
laced with hidden disease
if the future is bleak
then you're connected to me
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The stench of fear floated off the unlucky minion as he nervously watched Angelus pace. Spike’s utter stillness was no comfort to him either. Both vampires were legends, each in their own right, and they were ruthless beyond comprehension. Jack didn’t want to do this, he wanted instead to flee and leave someone else the unfortunate task of telling these two that the crazy, dark-haired vampiress was dead. However, there was no one else to tell the tale. Angelus had seen to that by killing the other four minions, leaving just Jack. He swallowed thickly as Angelus stopped his pacing and turned those cold, dead eyes on him.
“What the hell happened?” Angelus asked through gritted teeth.
“I—“ Jack started to say, but was cut off by Spike.
“You were supposed to protect her!” he yelled, stepping closer to the minion who was now fidgeting. “You were sent to be her backup. So, why the bloody hell didn’t you help her?!”
“I- Well, we…she told us to wait in the hall…” Jack tried to explain. He really, really wanted to leave. He took a tentative step backwards until Angelus growled, low, and deep.
“So, what happened?” Angelus asked, coming up close to the minion.
“Well, see, I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t sodding know? You were there!” Spike yelled. He came to stand next to Angelus.
Jack trembled. He didn’t know what to say now. They didn’t like the truth and that was all he had. He wasn’t a bright person alive, and death hadn’t improved anything.
“Like I said…we, we stayed out in the hall. By the time we went in after her, it was all over…” he said trailing off.
Spike roared, picked up the minion, and threw him against the far wall. He was pissed. His Dark Goddess was gone and no one could tell him how it happened. Angelus laid a firm hand on Spike’s shoulder, silently telling him to reign in his temper.
“Now,” Angelus said softly, walking over to the collapsed minion, “what did you see when you finally took your sorry ass into the library?”
“There, there wasn’t much. A few dead and…and her…her ashes,” Jack said quietly, knowing this news would be the death of him. He figured if he was going to get dusted anyways, he might as well just get the story out of the way. “There was a dark-haired girl with her throat slit laying next to the counter, a redhead bleeding on the table, and two other teenagers slumped next to the table. I, we, well, we didn’t stick around after we saw…saw the ashes. We left, came back here.”
Angelus and Spike were silent, neither one looking at anything. The room had gone still and Jack thought he could hear his words reverberating off the walls, teasing and taunting him. Jack shifted nervously from foot to foot. He pondered just fleeing while they were deep in thought, possibly they wouldn’t notice him go. Taking a hesitant step towards the door, Jack watched them closely. Neither Spike nor Angleus seemed to notice the movement. Finally, Jack broke out into a run. He was nearly to the door when something grabbed him from behind.
“Going somewhere?” Angelus asked. The minion shook his head no.
“Not what it looked like,” Spike said coming to stand in front of the minion. He tossed a stake that he held in his hand, his eyes never leaving the minion. “You do know why, don’t you?”
Jack knew, of course he knew. He’d fucked up, royally. He hadn’t protected Drusilla, their woman, and now he had to pay. His last thought before he turned to dust was a fervent wish that he had gone into the library.
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aus/S/W
Summary: Drusilla has been killed by none other then Willow. What will Angelus and Spike do when they find out?
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, own none of the characters; they belong to Joss and Co. I’m just borrowing them for my sick and twisted pleasure. The title was taken from the song ‘Flesh Into Gear’ by CKY (Camp Kill Yourself), along with the lyrics.
Distribution: If I posted it to your list…well then I guess you can have it. Otherwise, just drop me a line…I’m sure to say yes.
Feedback: But of course. I tend to really, really like the stuff. It’s almost an obsession. ghoztstarz@yahoo.com
A/N: Thanks to Gabrielle for yet another wonderful challenge and for all of the input for this fic. You are the best! The title was taken from the song ‘Flesh Into Gear’ by CKY (Camp Kill Yourself), along with the lyrics.
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Chapter 1
Spike walked aimlessly through the mansion, seeing and remembering when the walls had echoed with her voice. The soft swaying of her hips seemed to mimic the swaying of trees in the wind perfectly. Her dark desires were always his. She was his. Was. He’d shed his tears for her in private. His Dark Goddess was no more.
When the minion had come, it had been a bad time, to say the least. The Slayer was more than likely on her way and the ritual for awakening Acathala had begun. They hadn’t known until it was all over. Until she was gone forever. But, she’d saved them before she was taken from them forever. Her second sight, or the stars, or that bloody doll had told her what the outcome of this fight would be if they didn’t take measures to stop it.
And take measures they did. Angelus, after hearing that the little witch, Willow, was going to attempt to re-ensoul him was, needless to say, pissed off. Orders spewed from his mouth as fast as he could think of them. Angelus sent Drusilla and a few minions to stop the witch from performing the spell at all costs. Spike was sent to find any demon or witch that would be able to help them with the Slayer. Drusilla’s warning that the Slayer would send him to hell by way of Acathala was another bit of news that only served to fire his passion to destroy her.
Everything had been going so well that neither Spike nor Angelus had noticed when Drusilla didn’t return. They were focused on the ensuing fight. Spike had been busy helping the L’tcuk demon set up the illusion. It would seem to everyone present that Acathala had awoken. That way, if something went wrong and Angelus did not kill Buffy like he planned, the illusion would suck Angelus in, just as the statue would have. Only Angelus would not be going to hell. Instead, he would appear in his room, whole and intact. Steve, the L’tcuk demon, had made sure of all of this, even testing it.
The stage had been set, Buffy had come as they’d expected. Spike had stayed out of the way as per Angelus’ orders. He watched from the shadows…watched as Buffy pierced Angelus’ heart with the sword. Spike couldn’t help but smile, at not only at the illusion, but also at the fact that Buffy had nearly gotten one up on the almighty Angelus.
I can't expect you to see
me when i'm not around
and my voice is destroyed
by confinement of sound
---------
Earlier at the school…
Drusilla danced through the empty dark hallways of the Sunnydale High School. She’d been sent on a mission…to find the Witch and kill her, keep her from doing the nasty spell that would take her Daddy away. The stars sang tunes only she could hear, and she danced steps so old they were forgotten by all but her and the stars which guided her steps. The minions that had been sent with her waited in the hallway for her.
“Stay here, I want to play,” she said to them. They nodded and watched as she stopped dancing and walked up to the door of the library.
With a flourish, Drusilla opened the doors and walked through. Five teenage faces turned to her in astonishment and fright. She smiled at them, knowing she was the cause of their fear. The smell of it wafted to her and she inhaled it with relish.
Kendra was the first to move, stake in hand, while Willow and the others continued with the spell. Willow knew she had to do this, and needed concentration, but she couldn’t help but peek every now and then. What she saw a few moments into the spell almost broke her concentration. Drusilla sliced neatly through Kendra’s throat with her nails, and then those dark, haunted eyes turned on Willow. She could feel a lump forming in her throat as she tried to chant around it.
Oz and Cordelia had stopped their parts in the spell and stepped in front of Willow as she redoubled her efforts. She heard more than saw her two friends being tossed to the sides. The next thing she heard was Drusilla’s voice.
“Naughty little witch,” Drusilla said, tisking and wagging one long finger back and forth.
Willow sat atop the table looking directly at one of the most dangerous vampires in Sunnydale, and quite possibly the world. The longer she looked at Drusilla, the more Willow felt a sinking feeling within her. It was strange and she felt as if she should just let it take her down, that she would be safe there. The image of a swaying Kendra flashed in her mind and she looked away from Drusilla’s eyes with much difficulty.
Drusilla watched as Willow began to go unher her spell. This was her conquest and the reason she came here, to stop this witch. She watched as Willow’s will overcame hers and she was surprised, but didn’t show it. Drusilla stared into those defiant eyes, and saw her own death. It didn’t scare her though, she knew she must do this to save her ‘Daddy’, and if her death was the price, so be it.
“Daddy doeswantwant that dirty soul back,” Drusilla said with a hiss, and laid her hands on the table to either side of Willow. She leaned in close to whisper in Willow’s ear. “The tree would grow stronger…if she were dead.” With that, Drusilla bit Willow’s neck and began to drink.
Willow reeled from the pain and the swift pull at her neck. She could feel Drusilla’s fangs and lips pulling at her, but she hung on. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on Kendra’s dropped stake. She felt her mind grab a hold of it and she clung to it like a lifeline. It floated slowly towards Drusilla, who was still taking in Willow’s life essence, her blood. The stake wavered in the air as Willow’s life threatened to end. It seemed to Willow to take forever for the stake to reach them. Finally, the stake plunged into Drusilla’s back.
Pulling back, Drusilla’s face slipped back to normal, a surprised look crossing her features. “Naughty little tree,” she said before turning to dust.
Willow, swooning from blood loss, collapsed into unconsciousness atop the table.
i'm a human machine
laced with hidden disease
if the future is bleak
then you're connected to me
----------
The stench of fear floated off the unlucky minion as he nervously watched Angelus pace. Spike’s utter stillness was no comfort to him either. Both vampires were legends, each in their own right, and they were ruthless beyond comprehension. Jack didn’t want to do this, he wanted instead to flee and leave someone else the unfortunate task of telling these two that the crazy, dark-haired vampiress was dead. However, there was no one else to tell the tale. Angelus had seen to that by killing the other four minions, leaving just Jack. He swallowed thickly as Angelus stopped his pacing and turned those cold, dead eyes on him.
“What the hell happened?” Angelus asked through gritted teeth.
“I—“ Jack started to say, but was cut off by Spike.
“You were supposed to protect her!” he yelled, stepping closer to the minion who was now fidgeting. “You were sent to be her backup. So, why the bloody hell didn’t you help her?!”
“I- Well, we…she told us to wait in the hall…” Jack tried to explain. He really, really wanted to leave. He took a tentative step backwards until Angelus growled, low, and deep.
“So, what happened?” Angelus asked, coming up close to the minion.
“Well, see, I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t sodding know? You were there!” Spike yelled. He came to stand next to Angelus.
Jack trembled. He didn’t know what to say now. They didn’t like the truth and that was all he had. He wasn’t a bright person alive, and death hadn’t improved anything.
“Like I said…we, we stayed out in the hall. By the time we went in after her, it was all over…” he said trailing off.
Spike roared, picked up the minion, and threw him against the far wall. He was pissed. His Dark Goddess was gone and no one could tell him how it happened. Angelus laid a firm hand on Spike’s shoulder, silently telling him to reign in his temper.
“Now,” Angelus said softly, walking over to the collapsed minion, “what did you see when you finally took your sorry ass into the library?”
“There, there wasn’t much. A few dead and…and her…her ashes,” Jack said quietly, knowing this news would be the death of him. He figured if he was going to get dusted anyways, he might as well just get the story out of the way. “There was a dark-haired girl with her throat slit laying next to the counter, a redhead bleeding on the table, and two other teenagers slumped next to the table. I, we, well, we didn’t stick around after we saw…saw the ashes. We left, came back here.”
Angelus and Spike were silent, neither one looking at anything. The room had gone still and Jack thought he could hear his words reverberating off the walls, teasing and taunting him. Jack shifted nervously from foot to foot. He pondered just fleeing while they were deep in thought, possibly they wouldn’t notice him go. Taking a hesitant step towards the door, Jack watched them closely. Neither Spike nor Angleus seemed to notice the movement. Finally, Jack broke out into a run. He was nearly to the door when something grabbed him from behind.
“Going somewhere?” Angelus asked. The minion shook his head no.
“Not what it looked like,” Spike said coming to stand in front of the minion. He tossed a stake that he held in his hand, his eyes never leaving the minion. “You do know why, don’t you?”
Jack knew, of course he knew. He’d fucked up, royally. He hadn’t protected Drusilla, their woman, and now he had to pay. His last thought before he turned to dust was a fervent wish that he had gone into the library.