It's About Power
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,261
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3
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Currently Reading:
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It's About Power
Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or anything associated with the universe/fandom. I’m not Joss Whedon and don’t claim to be. I’m not making any money with this fic, so please don’t sue! All I own is this particular universe, based on an RP I used to co-mod called “It’s About Power.” Those who don't know of it may be surprised by the main villain...
This chapter is mainly just an introduction, but future chapters will include most characters, including some from Angel, as well as many dark themes and possible character deaths. Enjoy, and watch for new chapters!
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“Xander!”
“Buffy, we’ve gotta go, now!”
“Spike, let go of me!”
“Not today, Slayer. I’m getting you out of here.”
Throwing open the door of Xander’s car, Spike pushed Buffy inside. He winced as her head smacked into the passenger side window, but didn’t stop to check on her. Instead he took advantage of the moment to slip into the driver’s seat and gun the engine. The pavement beneath the tires steamed with burnt rubber as the car peeled out of the parking lot. In the rear view mirror, Spike watched as one last explosion shook the remaining walls of Sunnydale High. The ceiling caved in to release a cloud of black smoke, the wood only fueling the fire that already licked out of the broken windows. Beside him, Buffy pushed herself up, head snapping around to watch in horror as the high school once again went up in flames, this time with Xander presumably inside.
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The house was quiet when Spike and Buffy arrived home. Ever since they’d taken Dawn, Buffy’s stomach had a habit of doing uncomfortable flip flops every time she entered, and this time was no exception. She closed the door behind her, staring straight ahead with a blank look in her eyes. Willow was gone too, along with Tara. They were the first to go. Then Anya, which had only driven Xander even madder with guilt, and then Dawn. And now they had Xander. Giles was in England and clueless, and Angel had his own problems back in L.A. Aside from Spike, she was alone. Buffy was out of allies and out of ideas.
Looking around the house, a grim expression fell across her face. This would be her last stand. The last thing she’d see would be the walls of her house. Their enemy was formidable, but Buffy wasn’t about to go down without a fight.
“Right then, Spike, help me push the furniture up against the doors and windows. We’ll need to hold them off as long as possible.” Moving to one end of the couch, Buffy started pushing it out of the living room and into the hallway. Spike stood by the stairs, looking on in disbelief. Without her friends, Buffy was falling apart.
And they knew that. They knew this would happen. That’s why they took the others first; they wanted to weaken the Slayer before they went for her.
Bastards…
“Spike! If you don’t start helping me, I swear I will stake you myself!”
Something in Spike’s chest hitched at the way Buffy’s voice wavered when she spoke. Not knowing what else to do, he moved to the other side of the couch, pulling it towards the door. Together they tipped it onto one end and braced it between the door and the stairs.
“Buffy… I-”
“Not now, Spike. We need to get that table up against the windows.”
Stepping over the couch, Buffy moved into the dining room and examined the space between the table and the windows. The windows were a few feet off the ground, so they’d have to find a way to prop the table up high enough… if Xander where there, he’d know how to do it. He’d probably have been excited to be given a task that he could do better than anyone else there… but Xander wouldn’t be able to help her with this.
Spike moved over to stand next to Buffy, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Buffy, listen to me. Please. I don’t think this…”
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Get down!”
Spike jumped at Buffy, tackling her to the ground just as something about the size of a tennis ball crashed through the window. It bounced off of the opposite wall and rolled back towards where Buffy and Spike lay tangled on the floor. A red light on one side blinked with each electronic beeping sound. When it tapped against the table leg, the light went out.
“Oh, bugger me…”
Three slots on the sides of the silver orb slide open, and thick white smoke poured out with a loud hiss. In just a few seconds the room was filled, and coughing Spike and Buffy pushed themselves to their feet. Their visibility was down to almost nothing, though the smoke stung their eyes enough for them to squint anyways. There was another crash from the other window, followed by another heavy thud as another orb hit the ground. Spike and Buffy heard the hiss of something else being released, and then suddenly the smoke started to thin out.
“Buffy…”
As the smoke combined, it formed a thick coat of ice over anything it touched. The room was rapidly being frozen, and it was headed directly towards them. Thinking fast, Spike shoved Buffy over the couch still in the doorway.
“Run! Go!”
With a loud crackling sound, ice encased Spike’s entire body, leaving him standing frozen like a statue. It happened so quickly that Buffy was at a loss for what to do. Scrambling backwards, she headed towards the living room just as two more orbs crashed through the windows in front of her. She had no time to escape as the smoke billowed up around her, the creaking of ice filling her ears. Everything seemed to slow down as the cold seeped into her skin, even her mind. Soon everything faded to black.
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The door to the kitchen of the Summers residence creaked open as three figures stepped inside. Each was dressed all in black, complete with black ski masks and black gloves. They made their way down the hallway cautiously, the tallest one holding an odd-looking gun. They stopped around the frozen Buffy, one looking over the couch at the equally solid Spike. There was a long moment of silence before the one in the middle pulled off his mask.
“Dude, Warren… that totally worked!”
Warren Mears pulled back his own mask, giving Andrew a look of annoyance. “Of course it worked. I told you it would, didn’t I?”
Andrew laughed nervously, fidgeting with the mask in his hands. “Right, yeah… you’re so smart, Warren. Isn’t he? Isn’t he smart?” Andrew nudged the shorter figure standing next to him, who was still struggling to pull his mask off. With one last grunt, Jonathan managed to pull it free.
“Yeah, sure. Warren’s so great. Now can we please hurry up and load them into the van all ready? We don’t have much time to get them to the chambers before this,” he leaned over to knock on the thick ice encasing Buffy, “becomes permanent.”
“Keep your pants on, short round. We’ll get to it in time.” Warren grinned, moving over to examine Spike. Clearly he was enjoying his victory.
“You said no one would die.” Jonathan glared, following Warren. Andrew, now looking uncomfortable, watched silently on as he chewed on his thumb nervously.
“I said don’t worry. We’ll get them there in time. After all, dying is the last thing I’d want the Slayer to do.”
To be continued…
This chapter is mainly just an introduction, but future chapters will include most characters, including some from Angel, as well as many dark themes and possible character deaths. Enjoy, and watch for new chapters!
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“Xander!”
“Buffy, we’ve gotta go, now!”
“Spike, let go of me!”
“Not today, Slayer. I’m getting you out of here.”
Throwing open the door of Xander’s car, Spike pushed Buffy inside. He winced as her head smacked into the passenger side window, but didn’t stop to check on her. Instead he took advantage of the moment to slip into the driver’s seat and gun the engine. The pavement beneath the tires steamed with burnt rubber as the car peeled out of the parking lot. In the rear view mirror, Spike watched as one last explosion shook the remaining walls of Sunnydale High. The ceiling caved in to release a cloud of black smoke, the wood only fueling the fire that already licked out of the broken windows. Beside him, Buffy pushed herself up, head snapping around to watch in horror as the high school once again went up in flames, this time with Xander presumably inside.
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The house was quiet when Spike and Buffy arrived home. Ever since they’d taken Dawn, Buffy’s stomach had a habit of doing uncomfortable flip flops every time she entered, and this time was no exception. She closed the door behind her, staring straight ahead with a blank look in her eyes. Willow was gone too, along with Tara. They were the first to go. Then Anya, which had only driven Xander even madder with guilt, and then Dawn. And now they had Xander. Giles was in England and clueless, and Angel had his own problems back in L.A. Aside from Spike, she was alone. Buffy was out of allies and out of ideas.
Looking around the house, a grim expression fell across her face. This would be her last stand. The last thing she’d see would be the walls of her house. Their enemy was formidable, but Buffy wasn’t about to go down without a fight.
“Right then, Spike, help me push the furniture up against the doors and windows. We’ll need to hold them off as long as possible.” Moving to one end of the couch, Buffy started pushing it out of the living room and into the hallway. Spike stood by the stairs, looking on in disbelief. Without her friends, Buffy was falling apart.
And they knew that. They knew this would happen. That’s why they took the others first; they wanted to weaken the Slayer before they went for her.
Bastards…
“Spike! If you don’t start helping me, I swear I will stake you myself!”
Something in Spike’s chest hitched at the way Buffy’s voice wavered when she spoke. Not knowing what else to do, he moved to the other side of the couch, pulling it towards the door. Together they tipped it onto one end and braced it between the door and the stairs.
“Buffy… I-”
“Not now, Spike. We need to get that table up against the windows.”
Stepping over the couch, Buffy moved into the dining room and examined the space between the table and the windows. The windows were a few feet off the ground, so they’d have to find a way to prop the table up high enough… if Xander where there, he’d know how to do it. He’d probably have been excited to be given a task that he could do better than anyone else there… but Xander wouldn’t be able to help her with this.
Spike moved over to stand next to Buffy, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Buffy, listen to me. Please. I don’t think this…”
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Get down!”
Spike jumped at Buffy, tackling her to the ground just as something about the size of a tennis ball crashed through the window. It bounced off of the opposite wall and rolled back towards where Buffy and Spike lay tangled on the floor. A red light on one side blinked with each electronic beeping sound. When it tapped against the table leg, the light went out.
“Oh, bugger me…”
Three slots on the sides of the silver orb slide open, and thick white smoke poured out with a loud hiss. In just a few seconds the room was filled, and coughing Spike and Buffy pushed themselves to their feet. Their visibility was down to almost nothing, though the smoke stung their eyes enough for them to squint anyways. There was another crash from the other window, followed by another heavy thud as another orb hit the ground. Spike and Buffy heard the hiss of something else being released, and then suddenly the smoke started to thin out.
“Buffy…”
As the smoke combined, it formed a thick coat of ice over anything it touched. The room was rapidly being frozen, and it was headed directly towards them. Thinking fast, Spike shoved Buffy over the couch still in the doorway.
“Run! Go!”
With a loud crackling sound, ice encased Spike’s entire body, leaving him standing frozen like a statue. It happened so quickly that Buffy was at a loss for what to do. Scrambling backwards, she headed towards the living room just as two more orbs crashed through the windows in front of her. She had no time to escape as the smoke billowed up around her, the creaking of ice filling her ears. Everything seemed to slow down as the cold seeped into her skin, even her mind. Soon everything faded to black.
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The door to the kitchen of the Summers residence creaked open as three figures stepped inside. Each was dressed all in black, complete with black ski masks and black gloves. They made their way down the hallway cautiously, the tallest one holding an odd-looking gun. They stopped around the frozen Buffy, one looking over the couch at the equally solid Spike. There was a long moment of silence before the one in the middle pulled off his mask.
“Dude, Warren… that totally worked!”
Warren Mears pulled back his own mask, giving Andrew a look of annoyance. “Of course it worked. I told you it would, didn’t I?”
Andrew laughed nervously, fidgeting with the mask in his hands. “Right, yeah… you’re so smart, Warren. Isn’t he? Isn’t he smart?” Andrew nudged the shorter figure standing next to him, who was still struggling to pull his mask off. With one last grunt, Jonathan managed to pull it free.
“Yeah, sure. Warren’s so great. Now can we please hurry up and load them into the van all ready? We don’t have much time to get them to the chambers before this,” he leaned over to knock on the thick ice encasing Buffy, “becomes permanent.”
“Keep your pants on, short round. We’ll get to it in time.” Warren grinned, moving over to examine Spike. Clearly he was enjoying his victory.
“You said no one would die.” Jonathan glared, following Warren. Andrew, now looking uncomfortable, watched silently on as he chewed on his thumb nervously.
“I said don’t worry. We’ll get them there in time. After all, dying is the last thing I’d want the Slayer to do.”
To be continued…