Minds My Cell
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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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5,406
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7
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The Party
The minds my cell
Title:The Party or bust
Disclaimer: I own nothing folks. Nada.
Fandom: Bourne Identity/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: MoonKat
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9:40
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Xander raised a brow as he looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look half bad. The bag and riffle slung onto his back, a dark trench coat, dark clothing . . . He looked nice, almost average, like he normally looked only darker and more serious looking. But there was something about the way he looked that he liked. Xander grinned at the dark predator in his mirror. Andy, one of the younger slayers had bought a kitty suit, she didn’t want the teeth and gave them to him, said Xander needed a bit of flavor to his out fit. When he grinned, he could see the white canine points, it added an animal air to him, reminded him of his inner hyena.
Rotating his shoulders, Xander left the safety of his room for the chaos of down stairs. It was time to party whether he wanted to or not. Walking with confidence he strode down the stairs . . . maybe he could avoid his to be date in the crowd?
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(11:00)
Unbeknownst to the Scooby crew four dark unmarked vans had parked around the Watchers Council building and the slayer dorms. It was an hour to midnight and the men inside the vans were waiting for the signal. They were anxious and shifted uneasily as they fingered their guns.
(11:10)
Xander smiled at Willow as he made his way to the snack table. Willow made the cutest computer mouse. She had mouse ears, whiskers, teeth, and fur, but her tail was a cord connected to a notebook. Most of her costume she had made herself, and Xander especially liked the way the brown fuzz dress hugged her curves. Obviously Willow’s date loved it. Though Xander forgot the new girlfriends name, it started with an A he was sure. Willow had good taste. The girl was nice and she was hot looking in her white belly dancing costume, it looked nice with her black hair and eyes.
After saying hi to Willow Xander was confronted by a scary hot dom chick in black leather and chains. “Hi babe, you’re my bitch for tonight. On your knees! Tell momma how much you love her!!”
Xander blinked and wondered if someone somewhere was trying to tell him something.
(11:25)
Xander blushed as kitty-cat Faith and Egyptian princess Buffy danced around him. Both had participated in a drinking contest and wanted Xander to judge which costume looked sexier. They had pulled Xander away from his date, though he was more then willing to leave.
Thirty second must be a very unlucky number. Chel took her character waaaayyyyyyyyy too seriously. Xander had the whip marks on his back to prove it! The girl currently had an angry Angel, a bemused Spike, and a confused and frightened Wesley, in collars. She had said all three men needed a costume and wouldn’t take no for an answer. If her whip didn’t make them agree her powerful high pitched whine did.
But something was off about Chel . . .she was far to happy to have those collars on Deadboy, Spike, and Wes. But she was all snooty when Xander totally refused to play along and act like her pet.
(11:48)
Xander sighed happily as Spike lead a wobbly Chel down the stairs. Xander was just glad the girl was a light weight when it came to drinking. Two shots and a beer later and the dom-girl was in love with everything and everyone. Xander couldn’t understand how she became so unwound so fast. Her drunk-ness almost seamed acted . . .fake like.
Xander nodded as a slightly tipsy Giles walked by with his date. G-man was in costume too. The girls had pitched a royal slayer revolt till he agreed to wear something besides stuffy English librarian. Personally Xander thought Giles looked stylish in his black suit. Though he wasn’t sure what Giles was, when he asked the man had only mumbled it was this MIB’s garbage or the bunny suit.
(11:51)
Around the building men stalked in the shrubbery. At least two men were at each window, guns at ready. At every exit was a squad, all holding tranquilizer type weaponry.
(11:58)
Xander rolled his eyes at Spike who had come back to the party minis one Chel. “Blood nuts that girl!! Was wearing a cross! Kept poking me rear! Then nearly bit my nipple right off! After having a giggle fit about me cursing, the bugger fell asleep. Nuts she is! Left her I did. Though I did kick her off my bed. She can drool on the floor.” Spike growled as he fingered the collar around his neck.
“Whelp, help me take this fucking thing off!”
“What’s the magic word?” Said Xander as he pulled on the leash.
“NOW! Or I’ll break that pretty nose of yours.” Xander snickered as he started unbuckling it. In the back of his mind Xander wondered why Wesley and Angel hadn’t taking theirs off. Xander had just got Spike’s collar off when a strange feeling coated his mind. He felt tired, swayed for a moment, Xander fell to the ground out cold.
Spike blinked as everyone but one or two people crumpled to the floor. “What the hell . . .”
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12:00
********
Spike was about to slap Xander awake when suddenly all the doors and windows burst open. Like a flood soldier type guys poured in. Cursing Spike kicked Xander in the foot hoping that would jolt the boy awake. With a snarl Spike launched himself at the horde.
****
The moment something touched him he awoke and jumped to his feet. Confusion colored his face as he looked around. * Where am I?*
The room was unfamiliar. It wasn’t his hotel room in Brazil, nor his apartment in New York or his flat in Paris!!!! Everything was unfamiliar and Bourne didn’t know how he got here! That was dangerous. Not knowing. He was supposed to be on a mission: assassination and information retrieval. The last he remembered was being in his targets room with a knife poised to strike for the kill. As he looked around Jason felt an emotion that was pretty close to panic . . . he was in some sort of nut house!
A large brown mouse the size of a pony with a computer for a tail ran past him with a belly dancer on its back. Two submissive men were sitting at the feet of what looked like an Egyptian woman. There was a cat girl, that was more cat then girl, ripping into a soldier’s throat. And following the cat girl’s lead were more smaller cat girl-kitten types.
If Jason Bourne wasn’t such a level-headed man, who had a lot of experience with mind-altering drugs, he would have fainted dead. Deciding that the best thing for him to do was to get the hell out of the house, Jason grabbed his bag and ran killing enemies as he went. Punching a man in the throat, then shooting another with a hand gun in the arm pit, Jason ran through a hall. Jumping over some sort of bird, he was about to shoot some sort of monster but hesitated. The blond felt like an ally. Instead of shooting him Jason shot the soldier he was fighting.
“Damn! Pet when did you get so good at shooting! I thought you hated guns! You said they made you feel nervous and shit.”
Jason raised a brow at the leather wearing man. *Who was he talking to? And is that blood dripping down his chin?*
“As far back as I can remember, I have always known how to fire a gun.” With that said Jason left the odd monster faced man to fight the soldiers in the hall. Shooting a soldier threatening a . .um pair of princess’, Jason turned a corner in the large maze like building only to run into a group of soldiers. Counting eight guns pointed at him Bourne cursed his luck.
“Put your hands up!”
Jason Bourne sighed as he very slowly raised his hands above his head. Frowning Jason noticed a leather clad woman with the soldiers. She was holding her gun like a professional, her stance told him that the woman knew what she was doing. For some reason he felt like beating her smug face in.
He was about to do something risky when he spotted the mouse-thing and the belly dancer charging this way. Bourne figured that this hallucinogen he was on was powerful since it only altered certain figures in the rooms. Jason jumped out of the way as the dog-mouse-thing bowled over the soldiers. Stepping on a couple of downed soldiers he ran out the door and to possible freedom. Dodging things, creatures, and men in black (he was pretty sure he had once seen a movie about), he ran for the street. Disappearing like only he could.
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MoonKat: Review. *frown* I want some reviews! Talk to me! *Gives puppy eyes then blinks as a giant brown mouse with a belly dancer on its back ran by* Um . . . review.
Title:The Party or bust
Disclaimer: I own nothing folks. Nada.
Fandom: Bourne Identity/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: MoonKat
********
9:40
********
Xander raised a brow as he looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look half bad. The bag and riffle slung onto his back, a dark trench coat, dark clothing . . . He looked nice, almost average, like he normally looked only darker and more serious looking. But there was something about the way he looked that he liked. Xander grinned at the dark predator in his mirror. Andy, one of the younger slayers had bought a kitty suit, she didn’t want the teeth and gave them to him, said Xander needed a bit of flavor to his out fit. When he grinned, he could see the white canine points, it added an animal air to him, reminded him of his inner hyena.
Rotating his shoulders, Xander left the safety of his room for the chaos of down stairs. It was time to party whether he wanted to or not. Walking with confidence he strode down the stairs . . . maybe he could avoid his to be date in the crowd?
**************
(11:00)
Unbeknownst to the Scooby crew four dark unmarked vans had parked around the Watchers Council building and the slayer dorms. It was an hour to midnight and the men inside the vans were waiting for the signal. They were anxious and shifted uneasily as they fingered their guns.
(11:10)
Xander smiled at Willow as he made his way to the snack table. Willow made the cutest computer mouse. She had mouse ears, whiskers, teeth, and fur, but her tail was a cord connected to a notebook. Most of her costume she had made herself, and Xander especially liked the way the brown fuzz dress hugged her curves. Obviously Willow’s date loved it. Though Xander forgot the new girlfriends name, it started with an A he was sure. Willow had good taste. The girl was nice and she was hot looking in her white belly dancing costume, it looked nice with her black hair and eyes.
After saying hi to Willow Xander was confronted by a scary hot dom chick in black leather and chains. “Hi babe, you’re my bitch for tonight. On your knees! Tell momma how much you love her!!”
Xander blinked and wondered if someone somewhere was trying to tell him something.
(11:25)
Xander blushed as kitty-cat Faith and Egyptian princess Buffy danced around him. Both had participated in a drinking contest and wanted Xander to judge which costume looked sexier. They had pulled Xander away from his date, though he was more then willing to leave.
Thirty second must be a very unlucky number. Chel took her character waaaayyyyyyyyy too seriously. Xander had the whip marks on his back to prove it! The girl currently had an angry Angel, a bemused Spike, and a confused and frightened Wesley, in collars. She had said all three men needed a costume and wouldn’t take no for an answer. If her whip didn’t make them agree her powerful high pitched whine did.
But something was off about Chel . . .she was far to happy to have those collars on Deadboy, Spike, and Wes. But she was all snooty when Xander totally refused to play along and act like her pet.
(11:48)
Xander sighed happily as Spike lead a wobbly Chel down the stairs. Xander was just glad the girl was a light weight when it came to drinking. Two shots and a beer later and the dom-girl was in love with everything and everyone. Xander couldn’t understand how she became so unwound so fast. Her drunk-ness almost seamed acted . . .fake like.
Xander nodded as a slightly tipsy Giles walked by with his date. G-man was in costume too. The girls had pitched a royal slayer revolt till he agreed to wear something besides stuffy English librarian. Personally Xander thought Giles looked stylish in his black suit. Though he wasn’t sure what Giles was, when he asked the man had only mumbled it was this MIB’s garbage or the bunny suit.
(11:51)
Around the building men stalked in the shrubbery. At least two men were at each window, guns at ready. At every exit was a squad, all holding tranquilizer type weaponry.
(11:58)
Xander rolled his eyes at Spike who had come back to the party minis one Chel. “Blood nuts that girl!! Was wearing a cross! Kept poking me rear! Then nearly bit my nipple right off! After having a giggle fit about me cursing, the bugger fell asleep. Nuts she is! Left her I did. Though I did kick her off my bed. She can drool on the floor.” Spike growled as he fingered the collar around his neck.
“Whelp, help me take this fucking thing off!”
“What’s the magic word?” Said Xander as he pulled on the leash.
“NOW! Or I’ll break that pretty nose of yours.” Xander snickered as he started unbuckling it. In the back of his mind Xander wondered why Wesley and Angel hadn’t taking theirs off. Xander had just got Spike’s collar off when a strange feeling coated his mind. He felt tired, swayed for a moment, Xander fell to the ground out cold.
Spike blinked as everyone but one or two people crumpled to the floor. “What the hell . . .”
********
12:00
********
Spike was about to slap Xander awake when suddenly all the doors and windows burst open. Like a flood soldier type guys poured in. Cursing Spike kicked Xander in the foot hoping that would jolt the boy awake. With a snarl Spike launched himself at the horde.
****
The moment something touched him he awoke and jumped to his feet. Confusion colored his face as he looked around. * Where am I?*
The room was unfamiliar. It wasn’t his hotel room in Brazil, nor his apartment in New York or his flat in Paris!!!! Everything was unfamiliar and Bourne didn’t know how he got here! That was dangerous. Not knowing. He was supposed to be on a mission: assassination and information retrieval. The last he remembered was being in his targets room with a knife poised to strike for the kill. As he looked around Jason felt an emotion that was pretty close to panic . . . he was in some sort of nut house!
A large brown mouse the size of a pony with a computer for a tail ran past him with a belly dancer on its back. Two submissive men were sitting at the feet of what looked like an Egyptian woman. There was a cat girl, that was more cat then girl, ripping into a soldier’s throat. And following the cat girl’s lead were more smaller cat girl-kitten types.
If Jason Bourne wasn’t such a level-headed man, who had a lot of experience with mind-altering drugs, he would have fainted dead. Deciding that the best thing for him to do was to get the hell out of the house, Jason grabbed his bag and ran killing enemies as he went. Punching a man in the throat, then shooting another with a hand gun in the arm pit, Jason ran through a hall. Jumping over some sort of bird, he was about to shoot some sort of monster but hesitated. The blond felt like an ally. Instead of shooting him Jason shot the soldier he was fighting.
“Damn! Pet when did you get so good at shooting! I thought you hated guns! You said they made you feel nervous and shit.”
Jason raised a brow at the leather wearing man. *Who was he talking to? And is that blood dripping down his chin?*
“As far back as I can remember, I have always known how to fire a gun.” With that said Jason left the odd monster faced man to fight the soldiers in the hall. Shooting a soldier threatening a . .um pair of princess’, Jason turned a corner in the large maze like building only to run into a group of soldiers. Counting eight guns pointed at him Bourne cursed his luck.
“Put your hands up!”
Jason Bourne sighed as he very slowly raised his hands above his head. Frowning Jason noticed a leather clad woman with the soldiers. She was holding her gun like a professional, her stance told him that the woman knew what she was doing. For some reason he felt like beating her smug face in.
He was about to do something risky when he spotted the mouse-thing and the belly dancer charging this way. Bourne figured that this hallucinogen he was on was powerful since it only altered certain figures in the rooms. Jason jumped out of the way as the dog-mouse-thing bowled over the soldiers. Stepping on a couple of downed soldiers he ran out the door and to possible freedom. Dodging things, creatures, and men in black (he was pretty sure he had once seen a movie about), he ran for the street. Disappearing like only he could.
***************************
MoonKat: Review. *frown* I want some reviews! Talk to me! *Gives puppy eyes then blinks as a giant brown mouse with a belly dancer on its back ran by* Um . . . review.