I hadn’t originally planned to post anything beyond the previous story (written a few months ago), but I came down with a bad case of the writing bug over the last week or so.
Be afraid. Be very afraid. Heh.
This one is a series of related drabbles, posted as one fic.
Title: Beginnings
Author: annapurna_2
Rating: Very mild R
Beginnings: The First
Home, sweet home. That was the plan. Not supposed to turn out like this. Expected a fight. Wanted it even. No glory when it’s a stroll in the park. So I didn’t kill her on Saturday. There’s six other days in the week.
On to Plan B… or C, or D. Whatever sodding letter came next. Slayin’ a slayer’s not so easy third time around.
Didn’t count on her mother. Didn’t count on her friends. Sure as bloody hell didn’t count on old Angelus turning up again.
New plan. The things a man will do to keep his lady.
“Hello, cutie.”
Beginnings: The Second
Should’ve known he’d come back. Evil vampire breaks his word? News flash, Buffy… not such a shocker. Forget Chosen One. Just call me Stupid.
It’s what every slayer needs, right? Weepy, drunken vampire whining because his loony tunes ex dumped him? Sooo not what I signed on for.
I’d kinda feel sorry for him. If I didn’t… you know… hate him. If he hadn’t kidnapped my friends, threatened my mother, sat around in my kitchen like he really belonged.
Find the ingredients. Get Willow and Xander. Do the spell. Then good riddance to bad rubbish.
I’ll never have to see Love’s Bitch again.
Beginnings: The Third
Bloody hell. Had her. In my arms. Should’ve taken her quick, before she knew. Fangs in the curve of that sweet, warm neck, drinkin’ my fill of slayer ambrosia.
Couldn’t, of course. Sodding chip sees to that.
Got her taste on my lips. Feel her body against mine. See her eyes lookin’ at me, all happy and…
Bugger.
Not like I wanted it. Gettin’ sappy over a slayer. Makin’ nice with her Watcher. Obviously not in my right mind.
Only one thing to do. Can’t drink her dry. Can’t break her neck. Guess I’ll have to annoy her to death.
Beginnings: The Fourth
Spike’s in love with me. Feels like I went to sleep and woke up in Bizarro World.
Mom’s gone. Dawn’s the key. A stronger-than-me hell god plans to unleash hell on earth. And Spike’s in love with me.
I’m not sure which one scares me most.
Can’t say I like him. Definitely don’t want him. Won’t even pretend I understand him.
But I need him. And I believe it when he says he wants to help. I kind of even trust him in an “oh my god have I totally lost my mind” sort of way.
That noise you hear? It’s the sound of hell freezing over.
Beginnings: The Fifth
Hot mouth, sweet curves, slayer muscles doin’ their magic. Can’t stop drowning in her.
Didn’t start out this way. Wanted to help. Give her an ear. Gave up expecting anything. Then she goes and kisses me and I’m hungry all over again.
Know why she’s doin’ it. Know I should care. But evil’s not big on following rules.
Know I can be good. For her. With her. Her world or mine. No difference to me.
And if I get something I want, where’s the harm?
I’ll be the fire. I’ll make her feel. I’ll be bloody something to sing about.
Beginnings: The Sixth
I believe in him.
So weird. William the Bloody. Slayer of slayers. Mr. Formerly Chipped and major pain in my ass.
But I believe in him.
Who would’ve guessed, all those years ago? Yet, here I am, safe in his arms. Our last night together, maybe. Last night ever?
That’s why I gave him the amulet. Sent Angel away. Spike’s the Chosen One now. If the world ends, we’ll go down fighting together.
If it doesn’t, then maybe…
But no point in what ifs. Unless we make it out. Either way, there’s one thing I know…
I believe in him.
Beginnings: The Last
Can’t say I was lookin’ forward to a pissed-off slayer. But it was what I expected. Hoped for, even. Would mean she still cares.
Thought she’d be upset. Me comin’ back from the undead and not telling her. Doesn’t like to be kept in the dark about these things.
When the door opened I braced myself for a broken nose. Maybe another bruise or two to go with the ones I’d picked up in the alley.
Instead she looks at me. Silent. Remote. Like I’m not here.
Too late.
“Sorry. I’ll just go…”
Thwap!
“Ow! Bloody hell!”
There’s my girl.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/193963.html
