The Light Of Life
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,319
Reviews:
22
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0
Currently Reading:
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Upper-Class Scum
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I own nothing.
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Pairings currently: N/a
Current rating: S for sleazy seeming
Knock Knock Knock
Ethan smiled at the almost strict-sounding knock that rang out from his door way. It was Wesley, everything about him screamed middle-class loser. “Come in!” He replied in his normal, projecting voice.
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Wesley opened the door, then turning around he nodded to the chattering Buffy, and the supply-laden Gunn. Then turning he walked through the heavy wooden door.
Dominating the room was a very large, very old desk. At which sat, in Wesley’s opinion, a very annoying, very questionable excuse for a man. Ethan Rayne, upper-class scum extraordinaire, got up and did his fake ‘rushing to greet his guests’ routine.
With very measured steps Wesley walked toward the three ancient leather chairs that resided in front of Ethan’s desk. Not waiting for an invitations, Wesley plopped down in the chair farthest from the door. Slowly Ethan walked with Buffy, making small talk about the flight and tried to direct her towards the seat farthest from Wesley. But with out a word to Ethan, Gunn silently slipped in front of it before Buffy even noticed she was being directed, with out noticing the whole charade she daintily sat down in the middle seat.
Gunn and Wesley shared a smile. Both of them hated Ethan with a similar passion. And not just because they worked for him, they were both private detectives hired to dig up dirt on Ethan Rayne’s precious St. Julian’s. And also to try and shed some light on how he came to own it for their employer.
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Buffy Summers was not the least bit of what Ethan Rayne had expected. But she was everything he had presumed. Vivacious, intelligent, beautiful beyond compare. And completely sane.
Looking between his two hired recovery men, he saw that like always they showed little signs of interest. They acted like they didn’t even notice the pretty Californian sitting between them. Between them, what an unfortunate happening. Ethan thought grinding his teeth. She was supposed to sit on the far end, so it’d be easier for him to lead her out of the door, with out either man standing up. Because if they stood up, there might be a chance, they’d notice the small injection he was planning to give the beautiful Miss Summers as they reached the door. He had it all planned out. They’d walk together and he’d lightly rest his hand on her lower back, guiding her to the door way, and as he opened it for her to slip through, he’d press the needle into her spine, injecting the clear liquid into her back, and would simply watch as she fell into the waiting orderly’s arms.
A couple hours later, she’d wake up and find herself tied down tightly in one of the lower levels. And hopefully if all went right, she’d think herself insane by morning, when she’d only remember vicious fragments of the events.
But now he’d have to make a new plan. He could…
But his thoughts were shattered as his slowly growing erection was crushed under… a stack of folders. He yelped and quickly stood up.
Buffy Summers was clearing off his large, antique desk. And covering it with… a happy birthday table cloth?
“Wait! What the fuck is going on here?” Ethan shouted. Gunn looked on with slightly wide eyes, and Wesley smirked in his own respective chair.
“You said I could.” Buffy said, staring Ethan down. “I asked if I could show, rather then say why I think I’m not psycho. And you nodded yes.”
“Oh, oh I apologize…” Ethan rambled rather confused. “I didn’t know it would take up this much space… um… that’s all.”
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The truth was, as soon as she stepped through the large oak doorway, Buffy Summers felt a bad vibe. She felt Gunn stiffen up behind her, and watched as Wesley’s entire personality changed.
She felt Mr. Rayne’s hand on her back, trying to guide he to the far left chair, and tried to pause, she didn’t know why he wanted her to sit there, when it was far more practical for her to sit in the middle. And strangely, that made her trust him less. Thankfully either Gunn got the message, or was also trying to ruin Mr. Rayne’s plan, and sat down in the seat instead. Leaving her the middle.
After she sat down, she responded to his final remark about her hopefully enjoying her stay here at St. Julian’s and waited for him to make the next move. But instead of making some other petty remark, or moving on to business, Mr. Rayne stared off into space. They sat there for almost 10 minutes, waiting for him to return from thought and as the time went by Buffy got more and more annoyed. Finally something in her snapped. Standing up she started to pile up the folders and papers that lay on his desk. Finally after she had accomplished a very large pile, she started clearing everything else off the desk, then picking up the papers she leaned forward and dropped them, to her disgust, squarely on the bulge in his run of the mill business suit pants. At his yelp she leaned down in front of the desk and quietly chuckled as she pulled out the cheesy table cloth, then straightening her face, she stood up and started to open it on the table as if nothing had happened.
“Wait! What the fuck is going on here!” He raged.
Immediately Buffy picked up on the beat, silently hoping to all the gods she could name that Gunn and Wesley would either play along or, stay in the same coma like state they were previously in.
“You said I could.” The lie fell out of her mouth before she knew it. Beside her she felt Wesley lean forward with interest. “I asked if I could show, rather then say why I think I’m not psycho. And you nodded yes.”
“Oh, oh I apologize…” Ethan sounded confused and embarrassed, not to mention in pain. “I didn’t know it would take up this much space… um… that’s all.”
“Sorrrr-rey.” Buffy said with a Californian attitude. “I didn’t know you made such a big deal over space.” She bent down to recover the rest of the items. Standing up she came face to face with Mr. Rayne, who was leaning forward on the desk, with a devilish look in his eyes.
“I like things to be… close.” He said, with a wicked grin. Then straightening up he looked at Wesley and Gunn, “Out.” He commanded, but at their pause continued. “This may end up being a very emotional time for Miss Summers, and I think it’d be best if we kept this… personal.”
Buffy’s eyes got wide as they stood up, quickly she interjected, “I don’t think this’ll be to personal that I’d mind them being here.” She said sweetly.
Ethan gave her a slick smile again, and cooed softly. “Miss Summers, please, I do believe I am the professional.”
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I own nothing.
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Pairings currently: N/a
Current rating: S for sleazy seeming
Knock Knock Knock
Ethan smiled at the almost strict-sounding knock that rang out from his door way. It was Wesley, everything about him screamed middle-class loser. “Come in!” He replied in his normal, projecting voice.
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Wesley opened the door, then turning around he nodded to the chattering Buffy, and the supply-laden Gunn. Then turning he walked through the heavy wooden door.
Dominating the room was a very large, very old desk. At which sat, in Wesley’s opinion, a very annoying, very questionable excuse for a man. Ethan Rayne, upper-class scum extraordinaire, got up and did his fake ‘rushing to greet his guests’ routine.
With very measured steps Wesley walked toward the three ancient leather chairs that resided in front of Ethan’s desk. Not waiting for an invitations, Wesley plopped down in the chair farthest from the door. Slowly Ethan walked with Buffy, making small talk about the flight and tried to direct her towards the seat farthest from Wesley. But with out a word to Ethan, Gunn silently slipped in front of it before Buffy even noticed she was being directed, with out noticing the whole charade she daintily sat down in the middle seat.
Gunn and Wesley shared a smile. Both of them hated Ethan with a similar passion. And not just because they worked for him, they were both private detectives hired to dig up dirt on Ethan Rayne’s precious St. Julian’s. And also to try and shed some light on how he came to own it for their employer.
******************************
Buffy Summers was not the least bit of what Ethan Rayne had expected. But she was everything he had presumed. Vivacious, intelligent, beautiful beyond compare. And completely sane.
Looking between his two hired recovery men, he saw that like always they showed little signs of interest. They acted like they didn’t even notice the pretty Californian sitting between them. Between them, what an unfortunate happening. Ethan thought grinding his teeth. She was supposed to sit on the far end, so it’d be easier for him to lead her out of the door, with out either man standing up. Because if they stood up, there might be a chance, they’d notice the small injection he was planning to give the beautiful Miss Summers as they reached the door. He had it all planned out. They’d walk together and he’d lightly rest his hand on her lower back, guiding her to the door way, and as he opened it for her to slip through, he’d press the needle into her spine, injecting the clear liquid into her back, and would simply watch as she fell into the waiting orderly’s arms.
A couple hours later, she’d wake up and find herself tied down tightly in one of the lower levels. And hopefully if all went right, she’d think herself insane by morning, when she’d only remember vicious fragments of the events.
But now he’d have to make a new plan. He could…
But his thoughts were shattered as his slowly growing erection was crushed under… a stack of folders. He yelped and quickly stood up.
Buffy Summers was clearing off his large, antique desk. And covering it with… a happy birthday table cloth?
“Wait! What the fuck is going on here?” Ethan shouted. Gunn looked on with slightly wide eyes, and Wesley smirked in his own respective chair.
“You said I could.” Buffy said, staring Ethan down. “I asked if I could show, rather then say why I think I’m not psycho. And you nodded yes.”
“Oh, oh I apologize…” Ethan rambled rather confused. “I didn’t know it would take up this much space… um… that’s all.”
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The truth was, as soon as she stepped through the large oak doorway, Buffy Summers felt a bad vibe. She felt Gunn stiffen up behind her, and watched as Wesley’s entire personality changed.
She felt Mr. Rayne’s hand on her back, trying to guide he to the far left chair, and tried to pause, she didn’t know why he wanted her to sit there, when it was far more practical for her to sit in the middle. And strangely, that made her trust him less. Thankfully either Gunn got the message, or was also trying to ruin Mr. Rayne’s plan, and sat down in the seat instead. Leaving her the middle.
After she sat down, she responded to his final remark about her hopefully enjoying her stay here at St. Julian’s and waited for him to make the next move. But instead of making some other petty remark, or moving on to business, Mr. Rayne stared off into space. They sat there for almost 10 minutes, waiting for him to return from thought and as the time went by Buffy got more and more annoyed. Finally something in her snapped. Standing up she started to pile up the folders and papers that lay on his desk. Finally after she had accomplished a very large pile, she started clearing everything else off the desk, then picking up the papers she leaned forward and dropped them, to her disgust, squarely on the bulge in his run of the mill business suit pants. At his yelp she leaned down in front of the desk and quietly chuckled as she pulled out the cheesy table cloth, then straightening her face, she stood up and started to open it on the table as if nothing had happened.
“Wait! What the fuck is going on here!” He raged.
Immediately Buffy picked up on the beat, silently hoping to all the gods she could name that Gunn and Wesley would either play along or, stay in the same coma like state they were previously in.
“You said I could.” The lie fell out of her mouth before she knew it. Beside her she felt Wesley lean forward with interest. “I asked if I could show, rather then say why I think I’m not psycho. And you nodded yes.”
“Oh, oh I apologize…” Ethan sounded confused and embarrassed, not to mention in pain. “I didn’t know it would take up this much space… um… that’s all.”
“Sorrrr-rey.” Buffy said with a Californian attitude. “I didn’t know you made such a big deal over space.” She bent down to recover the rest of the items. Standing up she came face to face with Mr. Rayne, who was leaning forward on the desk, with a devilish look in his eyes.
“I like things to be… close.” He said, with a wicked grin. Then straightening up he looked at Wesley and Gunn, “Out.” He commanded, but at their pause continued. “This may end up being a very emotional time for Miss Summers, and I think it’d be best if we kept this… personal.”
Buffy’s eyes got wide as they stood up, quickly she interjected, “I don’t think this’ll be to personal that I’d mind them being here.” She said sweetly.
Ethan gave her a slick smile again, and cooed softly. “Miss Summers, please, I do believe I am the professional.”
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