Meztli’s Bright Smile
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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12
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Okay, I am just a huge Spike/James Marsters fan... also a lover of BtVS... and an immense facination with werecats.
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE "BtVS" CHARACTERS... I JUST USED THEM.
also, I picked and chose what I wanted in order to make this work. This is kinda after all the BtVS seasons are over... Spike is not with Angel Investigations because in order for my story to work... I have it so that Sunnydale was never turned into a huge gaping crater. Spike and Buffy are now just really good friends who have a history... Anya is dead as is Tara so that's why they are not in here.
Anacaona is a character I created... so please don't steal her. TY.
erm, i hope i didn't leave anything out in my disclaimer...
anywho... onto the story! :-)
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I knew I was being tracked; hell, it wasn’t the first time in my many years alive on this earth that I was being hunted. The men had surprised me while I had been distracted eating and now I was running from them, trying to get into a part of the jungle that I was most familiar with as gunshots were being fired at me and the bullets were zinging past and hitting trees around me forcing me to pick up my pace. I’m almost there. I thought as I leapt and dodged my way among the thick jungle vegetation, finally finding myself in familiar territory and clamoring up into the treetops giving myself an advantage over my pursuers.
There were five of them total, all males and all non-natives; I laughed inwardly as I observed their pathetic group. As they fanned out into a diamond-shaped formation I slunk down the tree trunk silently, making my way to the straggler of the group; once I had the first one in my grasp, I slit his throat without a sound and then moved on to one of the two wingmen who was easily dispatched as well. The third one made a strangled noise before I had snapped his neck and disappeared back up into the trees to be hidden by the darkness. The last two men had heard his cry and turned around only to realize that three of their group members were now gone, which left the remaining two extremely scared; I knew this because I could smell it coming from both of them, but the leader put on a visage of bravery to maintain his command over the other. It was the other that spoke first.
“Knuckles? Splicer? Cranks?” He called out in a shaky voice, but dead men can’t talk and so the silence that answered him elevated his state of panic. Turning to his leader he spoke again. “Jeez man, she just eliminated three of our guys, three of the best poachers in the world, while we heard absolutely nothing and saw even less.” He paused, looking around him nervously. “What do you think Graves, maybe we should just-” but he was cut-off.
“I think that you’re going out there and finding either them or her; preferably her Rev. Here, take this.” He finished as he tossed his semi-automatic rifle to his last group mate.
The two men looked around, trying to locate me as I sat crouched in the limbs above their heads silently making a noose out of some rope that I had taken off one of the three corpses, waiting for the man below to make his move. As he left Graves I traveled along with him up in the tree limbs and once he was out of sight of his commander, I dropped the noose around his neck. He got out two words: “What the-” before I jumped down to the ground with the other end of the rope in my hands from the tree limb I had been perched in, effectively yanking his kicking body up into the treetops, I tied off the rope and watched smugly as he slowly strangled to death and soon his limp corpse dangled high above me. I picked up the gun that he had dropped onto the ground, and made my way to the last of them.
“Rev? REV! What do you see?” He shouted, terror resounding in his every syllable. I walked around, coming through the bushes and vines approaching him from the back; he was clueless to my presence. I clicked my tongue at him in a mock scolding, thoroughly enjoying his look of shock and utter helplessness as he swirled around to face me. Looking me up and down he sneered. “So, we finally meet face-to-face. The great and mysterious Ocelotl.” He said using the name the natives had given me centuries ago.
“You made three mistakes in coming after me mortal.” I said. “One: you agreed to take on the bounty hunt. Two: you came here with how many hunters? Five? To capture me? I am insulted.” I said, spitting out the last word in disgust. “But the worst mistake you made thus far in your attempt to imprison me?” I asked as I saw him slowly reach for the rifle at his side before realizing that he had given it to the last guy; I smiled sadistically. “That is right… no more weapons.” And with that statement I raised his rifle, shot out his left thigh, and listened as he screamed in anguish while he fell to the ground clutching his bleeding leg. I casually walked over to him and crouched down to his level. “Who sent you?” I demanded. He glared angrily at me and spat in my face; I growled as I wiped it away. “Listen you pathetic mortal.” I snarled as I yanked at his shirt, bringing him within inches of my face. “I could shoot out your kneecaps and leave you here to slowly bleed and draw in the scavengers of the jungle who will eat you while you are still alive. Or if you answer me truthfully I could shoot you clean through the heart or head and you will not feel a thing as they rip you to shreds and devour your flesh. So what is it going to be Graves?” I saw him mull his options over silently in his head. “Now, I shall ask you again. Who sent you?”
“Some English guys. Didn’t get any particulars. Honest.”
“How much did they offer you?” He was silent. I sighed and stood up, pausing briefly before slamming the heel of my foot down onto the gunshot wound and grinding into it as he screamed unmercifully. “How. Much?” I reiterated.
“1.8 alright! Jesus!” he yelled as I stopped re-injuring his wound.
“1.8? That is all? Seems a bit less than the risk you took in coming after me. Hmm, guess that is some food for thought for you now isn’t it?” I said as I stepped back, aimed and shot his other thigh with the rifle; the thick vegetation that surrounded us swallowed his screams. I slung the rifle over my shoulder and began walking away from the now immobile Graves.
“Hey! HEY!” he yelled, causing me pause and look over my shoulder at him lying on the ground. “Where the fuck are you going? You said you would give me a clean death if I answered you truthfully.”
“Oh no, no, you are quite mistaken there Graves. See? I said I could give you a clean death, but I think I will just leave you to be eaten alive out here all alone. Adeus!” I said as I disappeared into the jungle’s darkness.
“You bitch! Come back here!” he yelled at my retreating back.
“I would not make too much noise if I were you Graves; the quieter you stay the better your chances are of bleeding to death before the animals come for you.” I said over my shoulder flippantly before I was too far gone to hear him anymore.
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I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE "BtVS" CHARACTERS... I JUST USED THEM.
also, I picked and chose what I wanted in order to make this work. This is kinda after all the BtVS seasons are over... Spike is not with Angel Investigations because in order for my story to work... I have it so that Sunnydale was never turned into a huge gaping crater. Spike and Buffy are now just really good friends who have a history... Anya is dead as is Tara so that's why they are not in here.
Anacaona is a character I created... so please don't steal her. TY.
erm, i hope i didn't leave anything out in my disclaimer...
anywho... onto the story! :-)
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I knew I was being tracked; hell, it wasn’t the first time in my many years alive on this earth that I was being hunted. The men had surprised me while I had been distracted eating and now I was running from them, trying to get into a part of the jungle that I was most familiar with as gunshots were being fired at me and the bullets were zinging past and hitting trees around me forcing me to pick up my pace. I’m almost there. I thought as I leapt and dodged my way among the thick jungle vegetation, finally finding myself in familiar territory and clamoring up into the treetops giving myself an advantage over my pursuers.
There were five of them total, all males and all non-natives; I laughed inwardly as I observed their pathetic group. As they fanned out into a diamond-shaped formation I slunk down the tree trunk silently, making my way to the straggler of the group; once I had the first one in my grasp, I slit his throat without a sound and then moved on to one of the two wingmen who was easily dispatched as well. The third one made a strangled noise before I had snapped his neck and disappeared back up into the trees to be hidden by the darkness. The last two men had heard his cry and turned around only to realize that three of their group members were now gone, which left the remaining two extremely scared; I knew this because I could smell it coming from both of them, but the leader put on a visage of bravery to maintain his command over the other. It was the other that spoke first.
“Knuckles? Splicer? Cranks?” He called out in a shaky voice, but dead men can’t talk and so the silence that answered him elevated his state of panic. Turning to his leader he spoke again. “Jeez man, she just eliminated three of our guys, three of the best poachers in the world, while we heard absolutely nothing and saw even less.” He paused, looking around him nervously. “What do you think Graves, maybe we should just-” but he was cut-off.
“I think that you’re going out there and finding either them or her; preferably her Rev. Here, take this.” He finished as he tossed his semi-automatic rifle to his last group mate.
The two men looked around, trying to locate me as I sat crouched in the limbs above their heads silently making a noose out of some rope that I had taken off one of the three corpses, waiting for the man below to make his move. As he left Graves I traveled along with him up in the tree limbs and once he was out of sight of his commander, I dropped the noose around his neck. He got out two words: “What the-” before I jumped down to the ground with the other end of the rope in my hands from the tree limb I had been perched in, effectively yanking his kicking body up into the treetops, I tied off the rope and watched smugly as he slowly strangled to death and soon his limp corpse dangled high above me. I picked up the gun that he had dropped onto the ground, and made my way to the last of them.
“Rev? REV! What do you see?” He shouted, terror resounding in his every syllable. I walked around, coming through the bushes and vines approaching him from the back; he was clueless to my presence. I clicked my tongue at him in a mock scolding, thoroughly enjoying his look of shock and utter helplessness as he swirled around to face me. Looking me up and down he sneered. “So, we finally meet face-to-face. The great and mysterious Ocelotl.” He said using the name the natives had given me centuries ago.
“You made three mistakes in coming after me mortal.” I said. “One: you agreed to take on the bounty hunt. Two: you came here with how many hunters? Five? To capture me? I am insulted.” I said, spitting out the last word in disgust. “But the worst mistake you made thus far in your attempt to imprison me?” I asked as I saw him slowly reach for the rifle at his side before realizing that he had given it to the last guy; I smiled sadistically. “That is right… no more weapons.” And with that statement I raised his rifle, shot out his left thigh, and listened as he screamed in anguish while he fell to the ground clutching his bleeding leg. I casually walked over to him and crouched down to his level. “Who sent you?” I demanded. He glared angrily at me and spat in my face; I growled as I wiped it away. “Listen you pathetic mortal.” I snarled as I yanked at his shirt, bringing him within inches of my face. “I could shoot out your kneecaps and leave you here to slowly bleed and draw in the scavengers of the jungle who will eat you while you are still alive. Or if you answer me truthfully I could shoot you clean through the heart or head and you will not feel a thing as they rip you to shreds and devour your flesh. So what is it going to be Graves?” I saw him mull his options over silently in his head. “Now, I shall ask you again. Who sent you?”
“Some English guys. Didn’t get any particulars. Honest.”
“How much did they offer you?” He was silent. I sighed and stood up, pausing briefly before slamming the heel of my foot down onto the gunshot wound and grinding into it as he screamed unmercifully. “How. Much?” I reiterated.
“1.8 alright! Jesus!” he yelled as I stopped re-injuring his wound.
“1.8? That is all? Seems a bit less than the risk you took in coming after me. Hmm, guess that is some food for thought for you now isn’t it?” I said as I stepped back, aimed and shot his other thigh with the rifle; the thick vegetation that surrounded us swallowed his screams. I slung the rifle over my shoulder and began walking away from the now immobile Graves.
“Hey! HEY!” he yelled, causing me pause and look over my shoulder at him lying on the ground. “Where the fuck are you going? You said you would give me a clean death if I answered you truthfully.”
“Oh no, no, you are quite mistaken there Graves. See? I said I could give you a clean death, but I think I will just leave you to be eaten alive out here all alone. Adeus!” I said as I disappeared into the jungle’s darkness.
“You bitch! Come back here!” he yelled at my retreating back.
“I would not make too much noise if I were you Graves; the quieter you stay the better your chances are of bleeding to death before the animals come for you.” I said over my shoulder flippantly before I was too far gone to hear him anymore.
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