The Light Of Life
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,314
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Category:
BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,314
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Light Of Life
I own nothing.
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Pairings currently: n/a
Current rating: R for major character deaths.
Holding back screams, Buffy Summers helplessly watched from her hiding spot as the crazed man she once considered her father slowly finished raping the now lifeless form of Willow Rosenburg. Tears of unbearable torment slid down her face and Buffy’s vision blurred as she slowly slipped out of consciousness.
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Inspector Robin Wood held the handkerchief over his mouth as her surveyed the Summers’ home. According to the report, a Mr. Snyder, principal of Sunnydale High School had phoned the school reporting a Miss Buffy Summers as truant. Upon further investigation, a police team had found this. The mass murder that was originally intended to be Miss Summer’s 17th Birthday Party. So far the body total reached 8, none of them being the girl.
Wood looked around the living room with a turning stomach. Surprisingly enough, Sunnydale wasn’t exactly a murder-virgin neighborhood. Matter of fact, the town had an astoundingly high disappearance and murder rate. But for some reason people just kept coming. Probably because of the low housing cost and the very small commute to L.A. The Summers women, Buffy, her sister Dawn, and their mother Joyce, had all moved to the area just a year ago following Mrs. Summers divorce from a one Hank Summers. Apparently he had been cheating on Mrs. Summers and neglecting his two daughters, except for those off nights when he drunkenly beat them, of course. Across the bored Hank Summers was a lousy and abusive man. Which put him at the very tip top of Inspector Wood’s suspect list. And despite the carnage around him, having a suspect alone made Robin’s spirits lift. Sunnydale sadly was also high on the Unsolved Crimes chart.
Rotating slowly Robin inspected the blood spatter on the walls, then leaning down he inspected the corpse in front of him. Flipping open his file he found a match. Xander Harris. He was dating Cordelia Chase, who now currently resided over in the far corner, under the dinning room table. Heaving a sigh, the inspector flipped the body onto its back, and almost gagged as he saw the damage done to the poor boy’s face. The same mixture of semen and blood found on all of the other bodies was also found on Harris. The killer must have been here for a while then. Pulling out a sterile cotton q-tip, Robin took a swab of the mix out of the boy’s mouth and put it in a baggie for lab testing and DNA match ups. Looking over his shoulder he yelled out the boys name and instructions for removal, then moved on to the next body.
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Almost 2 hours later, Inspector Wood stood in the kitchen, rinsing off his hands. He had finger printed every doorknob in the house, and the banister railing after he had tagged all the bodies. Next he had searched every room in the house for Miss Buffy Summers, a trail of blood, or any evidence of a break in. Eventually he retraced his steps and checked every room again for any unlikely bit of evidence. In the end all he had found was a small hair on the toilet seat of the downstairs bathroom. Finally in an attempt to feel completely secure, he fingerprinted every single windowsill. As he wiped his dripping hands off on his jeans, he remembered the basement. How could he have missed it? Him? Robin Wood. He was a retired army official. He was one of the top detectives in the state. He could have entered the FBI if it weren’t for that little misdemeanor once upon a time ago. How could he forget the basement in a crime as shocking as this? Wasn’t it cliché? And what about his missing person? Eventually she would be found, and he would hate to feel guilty knowing that the criminal was in the basement the whole time, but he was to hair-brained to think of looking THERE of all places.
Opening the door, Inspector Wood all but fell over his missing person… who was laying sprawled half way down the stairs, with everything but the light of life in her eyes.
TBC....
Reviews taste nice, at this time of night....
Well except for the thought process.
So credit me there.
Pairings currently: n/a
Current rating: R for major character deaths.
Holding back screams, Buffy Summers helplessly watched from her hiding spot as the crazed man she once considered her father slowly finished raping the now lifeless form of Willow Rosenburg. Tears of unbearable torment slid down her face and Buffy’s vision blurred as she slowly slipped out of consciousness.
******************************
Inspector Robin Wood held the handkerchief over his mouth as her surveyed the Summers’ home. According to the report, a Mr. Snyder, principal of Sunnydale High School had phoned the school reporting a Miss Buffy Summers as truant. Upon further investigation, a police team had found this. The mass murder that was originally intended to be Miss Summer’s 17th Birthday Party. So far the body total reached 8, none of them being the girl.
Wood looked around the living room with a turning stomach. Surprisingly enough, Sunnydale wasn’t exactly a murder-virgin neighborhood. Matter of fact, the town had an astoundingly high disappearance and murder rate. But for some reason people just kept coming. Probably because of the low housing cost and the very small commute to L.A. The Summers women, Buffy, her sister Dawn, and their mother Joyce, had all moved to the area just a year ago following Mrs. Summers divorce from a one Hank Summers. Apparently he had been cheating on Mrs. Summers and neglecting his two daughters, except for those off nights when he drunkenly beat them, of course. Across the bored Hank Summers was a lousy and abusive man. Which put him at the very tip top of Inspector Wood’s suspect list. And despite the carnage around him, having a suspect alone made Robin’s spirits lift. Sunnydale sadly was also high on the Unsolved Crimes chart.
Rotating slowly Robin inspected the blood spatter on the walls, then leaning down he inspected the corpse in front of him. Flipping open his file he found a match. Xander Harris. He was dating Cordelia Chase, who now currently resided over in the far corner, under the dinning room table. Heaving a sigh, the inspector flipped the body onto its back, and almost gagged as he saw the damage done to the poor boy’s face. The same mixture of semen and blood found on all of the other bodies was also found on Harris. The killer must have been here for a while then. Pulling out a sterile cotton q-tip, Robin took a swab of the mix out of the boy’s mouth and put it in a baggie for lab testing and DNA match ups. Looking over his shoulder he yelled out the boys name and instructions for removal, then moved on to the next body.
******************************
Almost 2 hours later, Inspector Wood stood in the kitchen, rinsing off his hands. He had finger printed every doorknob in the house, and the banister railing after he had tagged all the bodies. Next he had searched every room in the house for Miss Buffy Summers, a trail of blood, or any evidence of a break in. Eventually he retraced his steps and checked every room again for any unlikely bit of evidence. In the end all he had found was a small hair on the toilet seat of the downstairs bathroom. Finally in an attempt to feel completely secure, he fingerprinted every single windowsill. As he wiped his dripping hands off on his jeans, he remembered the basement. How could he have missed it? Him? Robin Wood. He was a retired army official. He was one of the top detectives in the state. He could have entered the FBI if it weren’t for that little misdemeanor once upon a time ago. How could he forget the basement in a crime as shocking as this? Wasn’t it cliché? And what about his missing person? Eventually she would be found, and he would hate to feel guilty knowing that the criminal was in the basement the whole time, but he was to hair-brained to think of looking THERE of all places.
Opening the door, Inspector Wood all but fell over his missing person… who was laying sprawled half way down the stairs, with everything but the light of life in her eyes.
TBC....
Reviews taste nice, at this time of night....