Gunpowder and Lace
folder
BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,553
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,553
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any characters from it. As much as I would love to have Spike for just one night... oh yeah, I make no money off of this either. Read on!
Gunpowder and Lace
A/N: This is my first Spuffy fanfiction in over six years. I am really going to work hard on this one so that everybody enjoys it. Please read and review, hearing feedback really spurs me on. :) Enjoy the Spuffy. Oh, and while it's not NC17 yet, it definitely will be!
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is not mine and neither are the characters...blah blah blahity blah blah. I profit not from this story.
Gunpowder and Lace
Prologue
“Everybody down on the ground, NOW!”
Lizbeth heard the booming voice but nothing registered in her mind until she heard the gunshot. She dropped to the cold floor of the bank like a bag of bricks. She heard two more gunshots, in rapid succession, one after the other. She looked around without thinking and noticed all the other people laying on the ground, their heads down.
“Bags!” A tall and slender man dressed all in black jolted her out of her stupor. She quickly laid her head to the floor. Although her head rested on the white tile, she could see the three intruders out of her squinted eyes.
It had been the tall man who had spoke, no, commanded for the bags. A short brunette man jogged over to him with two black trash bags. The tall man handed one of them to the bank manager and ordered him to fill them with money. She watched as both bags were filled and handed back to the men. It was obvious to her that the taller man was the one in charge. He had a commanding presence. His hair was short and wavy, and unmistakably the color of peroxide blonde.
“Let’s make it fast, guys, come on!”
Liz couldn’t see the third man, but knew that he was the one who had fired the gun and now had it pointed on all of the innocent people. He was warning his friends to hurry. A tear slid down Lizbeth’s face as she listened to the squeaking footsteps of the men robbing the bank and the whimpers and cries of those that surrounded her.
She shut her eyes and reflected upon the events of her day.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is not mine and neither are the characters...blah blah blahity blah blah. I profit not from this story.
Prologue
“Everybody down on the ground, NOW!”
Lizbeth heard the booming voice but nothing registered in her mind until she heard the gunshot. She dropped to the cold floor of the bank like a bag of bricks. She heard two more gunshots, in rapid succession, one after the other. She looked around without thinking and noticed all the other people laying on the ground, their heads down.
“Bags!” A tall and slender man dressed all in black jolted her out of her stupor. She quickly laid her head to the floor. Although her head rested on the white tile, she could see the three intruders out of her squinted eyes.
It had been the tall man who had spoke, no, commanded for the bags. A short brunette man jogged over to him with two black trash bags. The tall man handed one of them to the bank manager and ordered him to fill them with money. She watched as both bags were filled and handed back to the men. It was obvious to her that the taller man was the one in charge. He had a commanding presence. His hair was short and wavy, and unmistakably the color of peroxide blonde.
“Let’s make it fast, guys, come on!”
Liz couldn’t see the third man, but knew that he was the one who had fired the gun and now had it pointed on all of the innocent people. He was warning his friends to hurry. A tear slid down Lizbeth’s face as she listened to the squeaking footsteps of the men robbing the bank and the whimpers and cries of those that surrounded her.
She shut her eyes and reflected upon the events of her day.