Two vamps, a girl, and a prophecy
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
4,531
Reviews:
10
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 17
Summary: What happens to Spike (and Angel) after ‘Not Fade Away.’
Rating: NC-17 Explicit sexual descriptions (later on), some language.
Pairings: Dawn/Spike, with a small side of Buffy/Xander.
Feedback: Yes, please. This is my first time posting a fic, so be gentle!
Archive? : Ask me first.
Beta: I need one!
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em. I’m just borrowing them for a while since Joss isn’t using them anymore.
Chapter 17
Dawn whirled around and tried to scream at the sight of a large, black, heavily armored demon sprawled across her favorite chair. However, when she opened her mouth wide, he quickly waved his hand in her direction, and no sound would come out. Grabbing her throat, she looked around for something to use as a weapon while carefully maneuvering herself to block as much of Spike’s sleeping form from the intruder as possible.
“Your protective instincts are commendable,” The demon nodded approvingly, then stepped forward, grabbed her upper arms in a painfully tight grip, and yelled, “But your memory isn’t worth shit!!! Come on, girl! Time’s a’ wasting!” He shook her none too gently as he continued angrily, “They’re on their way with the Mohra and you’re still twiddling your thumbs and daydreaming about having his baby? Their way isn’t going to work! Mohra blood will restore him to a human state, but it can’t remove the venom from his body. Got it?” He asked irritably, letting her go at last.
Dawn opened her mouth to speak, then rolled her eyes and pointed at her mouth. The demon cringed and waved his hand again. “Who are you?” She demanded irritably.
“Does it matter?” He asked incredulously.
“Looking at you?” Dawn gestured at him wildly. “You look like you’re auditioning for Beelzebub or something, for crying out loud! Yeah, it matters!” She rubbed her arms as obviously as possible and glared at him.
“Fine,” He rolled his eyes and muttered something about Californian women before he sighed. “The name’s Skip. I was sent by the Powers to make sure you don’t let God’s gift to brooding out there kill his Childe before the prophecy…well…that’s beside the point. If you let them bleed that Mohra over Spike, he’s going to become human and then the poison is going to kill him instantly. Think about it. Only you can save him.”
“What makes you think I can save him? I already tried! I just made things worse!” Dawn yelled, beyond frustrated.
“Because, you’re the oldest soul in this world, and if you would just stop thinking about it, you already know how to save him. I showed you before. You just have to let go and trust yourself. If you hurry, you’ll be done before that Faith chick gets here.” Skip made shooing motions toward the door and Dawn chewed her lip thoughtfully. “Go!”
Dawn turned and looked at Spike, then whipped her head around as a thought occurred to her. “How do I know you’re not trying to…” She trailed off. The lounge was empty. “Shit!” She looked around frantically, then looked back at Spike. “Blood. There was blood!” She gasped as the images from her dream flooded her mind. “I have to cut out the poisoned parts!” She exclaimed, then frowned. “That’s stupid…I’d have to take out most of his internal organs, and even though he’s not using most of them, he still needs his stomach…right?” She began pacing back and forth, chewing her thumbnail as she tried to work things out. “Vampires heal really well…they can grow almost anything back if they live long enough. If I can make him heal really fast, he could regrow his stomach before he dies of starvation.” She smiled slightly, then frowned. “Except it’s probably gotten into his heart, too. If I cut that out, he’ll dust.” She snorted and waved her hand in front of her face dismissively, as if she could wipe the disturbing thought away. “That’s no good. I can’t do this!” She whined, sinking down onto the bed.
For several minutes she sat with her head in her hands, despairing of ever figuring out the solution. Then an idea occurred to her that had her jumping to her feet, her heart lightening with renewed hope. When she bolted toward the door, she tripped over one of her sneakers, which was sticking out from under the bed slightly, and nearly fell. “Yes!” She laughed hysterically and struggled to regain her balance, staggering gracelessly for several steps before she resumed her dash to find Giles. Surely the Watcher would be able to figure out what she should do.
To her horror, when she ran into the living room, Giles was nowhere in sight. However, Faith, Angel, Buffy and Xander were frantically trying to subdue a strangely familiar demon. “No!” She gasped. “You can’t do this!” She yelled, glaring at Faith, especially, wondering how the brunette slayer had gotten there so quickly.
“It’ll be fine, Dawn!” Buffy panted. “We’re almost there. Get out of the way!” She let go with one hand to gently push Dawn to the side, and Dawn quickly moved to block her.
“No! Listen to me! You can’t do this! It’ll kill him!” She shrieked, momentarily succumbing to panic.
“Dawn, move!” Angel bellowed angrily. “It’ll work!”
“How do you know?” Dawn challenged him, standing her ground when he tried to push by her.
The four stopped their slow, and literally painful, movement toward Dawn’s bedroom, mainly because Dawn had grabbed the wooden trim on either side of the living room doorway, effectively barring their path. “Because it was my idea!” Angel snapped, somewhat cockily. “That Althea person…”
“Althenea!” Buffy corrected him breathlessly as the demon elbowed her in the chest, and Xander threw himself at it with renewed vigor, resulting in Buffy immediately having to extract him from it’s deadly grip.
“Whatever…she told Giles that the oldest one here would be able to cure Spike. I’m the oldest, and this is the only way I can think of to cure him!” Angel snapped as he helped Buffy twist the demon’s arm behind it’s back, then quickly caught Xander before he could fall to the floor. “You okay, Harris?” He asked brusquely, patting the other man on the back as he struggled to catch his breath.
Dawn gasped as another piece of the puzzle fell into place, making her even more confident that she was doing the right thing. “You’re not the oldest one here, you idiot!” She informed the vampire scornfully.
“What?” Xander croaked, looking at her curiously.
“Dawn, we don’t have time for this, kiddo!” Faith yelled as she jumped on the demon’s back and tried to put it in a headlock.
“If you let that thing bleed on Spike, he’ll turn human again and the dragon’s poison will kill him!” Dawn rushed to explain.
“What?” Angel faltered slightly, then began trying to push her out of the way. “You’re crazy, Dawnie. I don’t know where this is coming from, but this is the only way…”
“You don’t sound so sure of yourself, Angel,” Dawn shouted as she was rather roughly shoved to the side. “If you’re so sure this’ll work, how about you let it bleed on yourself, first! You want to be human, don’t you? You’ve still got Spike’s infected blood in your system, don’t you? If you really think it’s safe, let it bleed on you, first!” Her voice rose to a frantic scream as the four manhandled the demon down the hallway. “Please don’t do this!”
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The muse is definitely back. I'm hoping to finish this thing soon so she'll let me sleep again. ;-)
Rating: NC-17 Explicit sexual descriptions (later on), some language.
Pairings: Dawn/Spike, with a small side of Buffy/Xander.
Feedback: Yes, please. This is my first time posting a fic, so be gentle!
Archive? : Ask me first.
Beta: I need one!
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em. I’m just borrowing them for a while since Joss isn’t using them anymore.
Chapter 17
Dawn whirled around and tried to scream at the sight of a large, black, heavily armored demon sprawled across her favorite chair. However, when she opened her mouth wide, he quickly waved his hand in her direction, and no sound would come out. Grabbing her throat, she looked around for something to use as a weapon while carefully maneuvering herself to block as much of Spike’s sleeping form from the intruder as possible.
“Your protective instincts are commendable,” The demon nodded approvingly, then stepped forward, grabbed her upper arms in a painfully tight grip, and yelled, “But your memory isn’t worth shit!!! Come on, girl! Time’s a’ wasting!” He shook her none too gently as he continued angrily, “They’re on their way with the Mohra and you’re still twiddling your thumbs and daydreaming about having his baby? Their way isn’t going to work! Mohra blood will restore him to a human state, but it can’t remove the venom from his body. Got it?” He asked irritably, letting her go at last.
Dawn opened her mouth to speak, then rolled her eyes and pointed at her mouth. The demon cringed and waved his hand again. “Who are you?” She demanded irritably.
“Does it matter?” He asked incredulously.
“Looking at you?” Dawn gestured at him wildly. “You look like you’re auditioning for Beelzebub or something, for crying out loud! Yeah, it matters!” She rubbed her arms as obviously as possible and glared at him.
“Fine,” He rolled his eyes and muttered something about Californian women before he sighed. “The name’s Skip. I was sent by the Powers to make sure you don’t let God’s gift to brooding out there kill his Childe before the prophecy…well…that’s beside the point. If you let them bleed that Mohra over Spike, he’s going to become human and then the poison is going to kill him instantly. Think about it. Only you can save him.”
“What makes you think I can save him? I already tried! I just made things worse!” Dawn yelled, beyond frustrated.
“Because, you’re the oldest soul in this world, and if you would just stop thinking about it, you already know how to save him. I showed you before. You just have to let go and trust yourself. If you hurry, you’ll be done before that Faith chick gets here.” Skip made shooing motions toward the door and Dawn chewed her lip thoughtfully. “Go!”
Dawn turned and looked at Spike, then whipped her head around as a thought occurred to her. “How do I know you’re not trying to…” She trailed off. The lounge was empty. “Shit!” She looked around frantically, then looked back at Spike. “Blood. There was blood!” She gasped as the images from her dream flooded her mind. “I have to cut out the poisoned parts!” She exclaimed, then frowned. “That’s stupid…I’d have to take out most of his internal organs, and even though he’s not using most of them, he still needs his stomach…right?” She began pacing back and forth, chewing her thumbnail as she tried to work things out. “Vampires heal really well…they can grow almost anything back if they live long enough. If I can make him heal really fast, he could regrow his stomach before he dies of starvation.” She smiled slightly, then frowned. “Except it’s probably gotten into his heart, too. If I cut that out, he’ll dust.” She snorted and waved her hand in front of her face dismissively, as if she could wipe the disturbing thought away. “That’s no good. I can’t do this!” She whined, sinking down onto the bed.
For several minutes she sat with her head in her hands, despairing of ever figuring out the solution. Then an idea occurred to her that had her jumping to her feet, her heart lightening with renewed hope. When she bolted toward the door, she tripped over one of her sneakers, which was sticking out from under the bed slightly, and nearly fell. “Yes!” She laughed hysterically and struggled to regain her balance, staggering gracelessly for several steps before she resumed her dash to find Giles. Surely the Watcher would be able to figure out what she should do.
To her horror, when she ran into the living room, Giles was nowhere in sight. However, Faith, Angel, Buffy and Xander were frantically trying to subdue a strangely familiar demon. “No!” She gasped. “You can’t do this!” She yelled, glaring at Faith, especially, wondering how the brunette slayer had gotten there so quickly.
“It’ll be fine, Dawn!” Buffy panted. “We’re almost there. Get out of the way!” She let go with one hand to gently push Dawn to the side, and Dawn quickly moved to block her.
“No! Listen to me! You can’t do this! It’ll kill him!” She shrieked, momentarily succumbing to panic.
“Dawn, move!” Angel bellowed angrily. “It’ll work!”
“How do you know?” Dawn challenged him, standing her ground when he tried to push by her.
The four stopped their slow, and literally painful, movement toward Dawn’s bedroom, mainly because Dawn had grabbed the wooden trim on either side of the living room doorway, effectively barring their path. “Because it was my idea!” Angel snapped, somewhat cockily. “That Althea person…”
“Althenea!” Buffy corrected him breathlessly as the demon elbowed her in the chest, and Xander threw himself at it with renewed vigor, resulting in Buffy immediately having to extract him from it’s deadly grip.
“Whatever…she told Giles that the oldest one here would be able to cure Spike. I’m the oldest, and this is the only way I can think of to cure him!” Angel snapped as he helped Buffy twist the demon’s arm behind it’s back, then quickly caught Xander before he could fall to the floor. “You okay, Harris?” He asked brusquely, patting the other man on the back as he struggled to catch his breath.
Dawn gasped as another piece of the puzzle fell into place, making her even more confident that she was doing the right thing. “You’re not the oldest one here, you idiot!” She informed the vampire scornfully.
“What?” Xander croaked, looking at her curiously.
“Dawn, we don’t have time for this, kiddo!” Faith yelled as she jumped on the demon’s back and tried to put it in a headlock.
“If you let that thing bleed on Spike, he’ll turn human again and the dragon’s poison will kill him!” Dawn rushed to explain.
“What?” Angel faltered slightly, then began trying to push her out of the way. “You’re crazy, Dawnie. I don’t know where this is coming from, but this is the only way…”
“You don’t sound so sure of yourself, Angel,” Dawn shouted as she was rather roughly shoved to the side. “If you’re so sure this’ll work, how about you let it bleed on yourself, first! You want to be human, don’t you? You’ve still got Spike’s infected blood in your system, don’t you? If you really think it’s safe, let it bleed on you, first!” Her voice rose to a frantic scream as the four manhandled the demon down the hallway. “Please don’t do this!”
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The muse is definitely back. I'm hoping to finish this thing soon so she'll let me sleep again. ;-)