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Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
4,550
Reviews:
74
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Currently Reading:
1
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Page 7 – Lambs To The Slaughter
WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH! Just want to give warning about a character death in this chapter.
My sincerest thanks to Mrs. Muir for being my beta for this chapter – I’ve re-written and any boo-boo’s are mine.
My thanks for reviews after story and just so you’ll know….I’m listening to my reviewers and glad they found the time to post one. THANKS!
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Click on the following link to view my album for this story
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/vettehayden/album?.dir=/8325&.src=ph
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Personal Journal Note: Andrew, the last page is to be included with Lydia’s documents for the book I’m going to publish on my William’s writings. Thank God, she had everything he ever wrote in her apartment with her research papers. Now I can add my own writings like the last page along side his in the book.
I know that it is in good hands with you, Andrew but that still doesn’t mean that I’m not mad at you for keeping Spike’s return a secret. You’re not off the hook that easily, MISTER!
I’m starting to appreciate the way you set up the “New Watcher’s Council” on computers and I’m really liking this electronic personal live journal you set up for me. Oh, and not to brag, but I’m so much better at story telling than you are. Those classes I’ve been taking in Rome really expanded my vocabulary. Told ya! No dumb blonde here. Spike would be so proud of my soaking of the knowledge. So I’ll just go back and forth with knowledge speaking me and Buffy speaking me so just deal!
Oh! Before I forget, encrypt the last page and restrict access to keep Dawn from reading it cause that would be way wiggy for my little sister to know me that well!
I’ll have Riley transmit the video to you after I’m done looking it over.
Okay delayed enough SHOWTIME!
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The video began to play as the scene before the battle unfolded in a dark and dingy alley. It was raining heavily and even the velocity of the pelting rain could not wash the blood off the battered and weary looking figures coming into focus.
Another alley…a feeling of dejavu washed over me as I remembered how I first met Angel and Spike in one.
My stomach clenched as I saw Spike for the first time and there was blood on his face. I exhaled slowly not realizing that I was holding my breath, there they were side by side, the two loves of my life. With them was a black man I assumed to be Gunn and a woman with a haunting other worldly look about her, I assumed to be Illyria.
It was so surreal, like watching an accident unfold in front of you and you are helpless to do anything to prevent or stop it from happening. All you can do is watch and be a witness.
My mouth was parched and dry. My body rigid, paralyzed as I sat there watching them valiantly face off against a demon horde steadily advancing on them. They were so hopelessly outnumbered and yet they did not falter in their stance not even once.
Angel was the first to spring into action swinging his sword, he radiated power unlike anything I’ve ever seen him capable of doing before, as he viciously and skillfully started hacking away at the swarm surrounding and engulfing them.
Bodies and body parts were flying and the air was filled with screams and roars that was deafening in their pitch and volume. Weapons clashed and bodies bumped against one another, blood spraying everywhere drenching them as they were being baptized in a crimson blood bath as they held their ground.
Spike stood alongside Gunn trying to protect the man but eventually they were separated by the sea of bodies and Gunn was the first casualty as the demons tore into his body in a hellish feeding frenzy of maniacal destruction, dismembering him relishing their first real kill.
Then a loud rumble was heard over the sounds of the heated battle as the ground shook and the sky thundered as it filled with bolts of lightening. A blinding ball of white iridescent light appeared behind Angel’s group.
Out of thin air Willow and a scythe wielding Kennedy materialized. They were glowing from the magic’s that transported them there giving them the appearance of avenging angels.
Kennedy immediately threw herself into the fray the scythe humming with every swing she took and she started parting the bodies between them and Angel’s group.
Willow levitated her body into the air as soon as Kennedy left her side and the air became charged with the white magic she was invoking transforming her appearance. She glowed with a radiating white aura and her hair was as white as the purest snow.
With one dramatic flick of her wrist she shot out a ray of energy that instantly dissolved whatever demon was unlucky enough to be in its path.
Then out of the woodwork the slayers emerged with Faith leading the charge joining Kennedy as they tried to reach Angel, Spike and Illyria.
The closer they got to the fighting Angel group the heavier the demonic horde surged forward trying to keep them at bay.
Then out of thin air the dragon appeared and Willow shot a bolt of energy toward it but it skillfully avoided it. It swooped down on Angel grabbing him with one of its clawed feet and flew off with him as he struggled against the punishing grip it locked him in.
Helplessly, I swallowed the hard lump lodged in my throat; my heart sank as they disappeared from sight. My beautiful Angel….
Just because I decided on Spike didn’t mean that I loved Angel any less, I’ll always love him and that will never change. He’ll always be my first love.
The sounds of the escalating battle snap me out of my haze as I watched Spike and Illyria fighting back to back barely holding their own, growing wearier by the second. They were down to fighting hand to hand against the masses squeezing in on them not willing to give them one moments reprieve from their attack.
Then out of nowhere the body of a demon was hurled at them separating them, knocking them down disappearing from view as the demons converged on them covering them like an army of ants. They were swarmed by the horde and bodies were flying into the air as they defended themselves from the onslaught.
I could not see them at all. Were they torn to shreds or still fighting? Almost as if wondering the same thing Willow appeared overhead and with one incantation she sent bodies flying. The mound of bodies where they had fallen revealed only Illyria, Spike was gone!
Panicked, I grabbed the joystick frantically trying to zoom in on the ground and see if there were any ashes there. But the rain and the pools of blood did not leave any clue as to what happened to my Spike!
Willow helped pick up the battered and shaken Illyria off the ground and I could see her asking her something but the only response she got from the demon was a bewildered tilt of her head to indicate that she did not know what happened away from her own struggles in the melee.
With misting eyes I kept replaying the scene over and over again but still I could not see what happened to him. My heart was breaking; it was utterly cruel and unfair to bring him back, only to snatch him away again so soon.
Pain and grief overwhelmed me and every nerve in my body was on fire as the harsh reality of his loss consumed me. He was gone and I missed my chance to tell him how I felt…..again.
My heart froze as I became hollow inside, an empty lifeless shell. It hurt worse than the time I was resurrected because now Spike was not there to fill the empty void inside.
With an air of resignation I allowed the video to continue and I could see how the demonic horde had been decimated in size. My slayers paid a high price with their lives that day and it showed on the faces of the girls that were still battling.
Then, almost as a laughable delayed sense of timing the soldiers appeared as a mop up crew. I snorted at the hypocrisy of the whole thing as the video stopped playing.
Clenching my teeth I stomped my way to the exit door ready to get much needed answers from Riley on why they decided to just WATCH! DAMN THEM!
That knowledge slowly turned my grief into something different, more primal, it was rage and it demanded retribution.
They knew this was going down and I was way beyond anger and tears to believe otherwise. So help me if he knows what is good for him he will know better than to give me the expected “Need to know crap and acceptable losses reply”.
Time has come to pay the piper and baby, I’m collecting right now!
Tbc…
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My thanks to my reviewers – as I stated above – I’m listening…
Nearmiss – Thank you, you have no idea how I needed to hear that.
Pattyanne – Holding my hand over my heart – thanks for your review and I want to add that I am a great admirer of your stories. Thanks!
Katrina – You’re the best – you make me want to write even more.
Lovesbitca37 – I appreciate your honesty and review – it makes me want to write better. I’m a closet reader of your stories and love every one of them.
Txjmfan - Thanks for the wonderful review – it appreciate it!
My sincerest thanks to Mrs. Muir for being my beta for this chapter – I’ve re-written and any boo-boo’s are mine.
My thanks for reviews after story and just so you’ll know….I’m listening to my reviewers and glad they found the time to post one. THANKS!
====================================================
Click on the following link to view my album for this story
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/vettehayden/album?.dir=/8325&.src=ph
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Page 7 – Lambs To The Slaughter
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Personal Journal Note: Andrew, the last page is to be included with Lydia’s documents for the book I’m going to publish on my William’s writings. Thank God, she had everything he ever wrote in her apartment with her research papers. Now I can add my own writings like the last page along side his in the book.
I know that it is in good hands with you, Andrew but that still doesn’t mean that I’m not mad at you for keeping Spike’s return a secret. You’re not off the hook that easily, MISTER!
I’m starting to appreciate the way you set up the “New Watcher’s Council” on computers and I’m really liking this electronic personal live journal you set up for me. Oh, and not to brag, but I’m so much better at story telling than you are. Those classes I’ve been taking in Rome really expanded my vocabulary. Told ya! No dumb blonde here. Spike would be so proud of my soaking of the knowledge. So I’ll just go back and forth with knowledge speaking me and Buffy speaking me so just deal!
Oh! Before I forget, encrypt the last page and restrict access to keep Dawn from reading it cause that would be way wiggy for my little sister to know me that well!
I’ll have Riley transmit the video to you after I’m done looking it over.
Okay delayed enough SHOWTIME!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The video began to play as the scene before the battle unfolded in a dark and dingy alley. It was raining heavily and even the velocity of the pelting rain could not wash the blood off the battered and weary looking figures coming into focus.
Another alley…a feeling of dejavu washed over me as I remembered how I first met Angel and Spike in one.
My stomach clenched as I saw Spike for the first time and there was blood on his face. I exhaled slowly not realizing that I was holding my breath, there they were side by side, the two loves of my life. With them was a black man I assumed to be Gunn and a woman with a haunting other worldly look about her, I assumed to be Illyria.
It was so surreal, like watching an accident unfold in front of you and you are helpless to do anything to prevent or stop it from happening. All you can do is watch and be a witness.
My mouth was parched and dry. My body rigid, paralyzed as I sat there watching them valiantly face off against a demon horde steadily advancing on them. They were so hopelessly outnumbered and yet they did not falter in their stance not even once.
Angel was the first to spring into action swinging his sword, he radiated power unlike anything I’ve ever seen him capable of doing before, as he viciously and skillfully started hacking away at the swarm surrounding and engulfing them.
Bodies and body parts were flying and the air was filled with screams and roars that was deafening in their pitch and volume. Weapons clashed and bodies bumped against one another, blood spraying everywhere drenching them as they were being baptized in a crimson blood bath as they held their ground.
Spike stood alongside Gunn trying to protect the man but eventually they were separated by the sea of bodies and Gunn was the first casualty as the demons tore into his body in a hellish feeding frenzy of maniacal destruction, dismembering him relishing their first real kill.
Then a loud rumble was heard over the sounds of the heated battle as the ground shook and the sky thundered as it filled with bolts of lightening. A blinding ball of white iridescent light appeared behind Angel’s group.
Out of thin air Willow and a scythe wielding Kennedy materialized. They were glowing from the magic’s that transported them there giving them the appearance of avenging angels.
Kennedy immediately threw herself into the fray the scythe humming with every swing she took and she started parting the bodies between them and Angel’s group.
Willow levitated her body into the air as soon as Kennedy left her side and the air became charged with the white magic she was invoking transforming her appearance. She glowed with a radiating white aura and her hair was as white as the purest snow.
With one dramatic flick of her wrist she shot out a ray of energy that instantly dissolved whatever demon was unlucky enough to be in its path.
Then out of the woodwork the slayers emerged with Faith leading the charge joining Kennedy as they tried to reach Angel, Spike and Illyria.
The closer they got to the fighting Angel group the heavier the demonic horde surged forward trying to keep them at bay.
Then out of thin air the dragon appeared and Willow shot a bolt of energy toward it but it skillfully avoided it. It swooped down on Angel grabbing him with one of its clawed feet and flew off with him as he struggled against the punishing grip it locked him in.
Helplessly, I swallowed the hard lump lodged in my throat; my heart sank as they disappeared from sight. My beautiful Angel….
Just because I decided on Spike didn’t mean that I loved Angel any less, I’ll always love him and that will never change. He’ll always be my first love.
The sounds of the escalating battle snap me out of my haze as I watched Spike and Illyria fighting back to back barely holding their own, growing wearier by the second. They were down to fighting hand to hand against the masses squeezing in on them not willing to give them one moments reprieve from their attack.
Then out of nowhere the body of a demon was hurled at them separating them, knocking them down disappearing from view as the demons converged on them covering them like an army of ants. They were swarmed by the horde and bodies were flying into the air as they defended themselves from the onslaught.
I could not see them at all. Were they torn to shreds or still fighting? Almost as if wondering the same thing Willow appeared overhead and with one incantation she sent bodies flying. The mound of bodies where they had fallen revealed only Illyria, Spike was gone!
Panicked, I grabbed the joystick frantically trying to zoom in on the ground and see if there were any ashes there. But the rain and the pools of blood did not leave any clue as to what happened to my Spike!
Willow helped pick up the battered and shaken Illyria off the ground and I could see her asking her something but the only response she got from the demon was a bewildered tilt of her head to indicate that she did not know what happened away from her own struggles in the melee.
With misting eyes I kept replaying the scene over and over again but still I could not see what happened to him. My heart was breaking; it was utterly cruel and unfair to bring him back, only to snatch him away again so soon.
Pain and grief overwhelmed me and every nerve in my body was on fire as the harsh reality of his loss consumed me. He was gone and I missed my chance to tell him how I felt…..again.
My heart froze as I became hollow inside, an empty lifeless shell. It hurt worse than the time I was resurrected because now Spike was not there to fill the empty void inside.
With an air of resignation I allowed the video to continue and I could see how the demonic horde had been decimated in size. My slayers paid a high price with their lives that day and it showed on the faces of the girls that were still battling.
Then, almost as a laughable delayed sense of timing the soldiers appeared as a mop up crew. I snorted at the hypocrisy of the whole thing as the video stopped playing.
Clenching my teeth I stomped my way to the exit door ready to get much needed answers from Riley on why they decided to just WATCH! DAMN THEM!
That knowledge slowly turned my grief into something different, more primal, it was rage and it demanded retribution.
They knew this was going down and I was way beyond anger and tears to believe otherwise. So help me if he knows what is good for him he will know better than to give me the expected “Need to know crap and acceptable losses reply”.
Time has come to pay the piper and baby, I’m collecting right now!
Tbc…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My thanks to my reviewers – as I stated above – I’m listening…
Nearmiss – Thank you, you have no idea how I needed to hear that.
Pattyanne – Holding my hand over my heart – thanks for your review and I want to add that I am a great admirer of your stories. Thanks!
Katrina – You’re the best – you make me want to write even more.
Lovesbitca37 – I appreciate your honesty and review – it makes me want to write better. I’m a closet reader of your stories and love every one of them.
Txjmfan - Thanks for the wonderful review – it appreciate it!