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The Queen (Buffyverse fic - prologue)

I'm feeling very confident and sick. It's really cold today and my body hurts. I'm going to bed. >O<
Here I post my Buffyverse longfic. Just in case.

All the characters belong to Joss Whedon and those who own the rights. I use them only for non-profit fangirlism. The OC (Original Characters) definitely belong to me: Klaus, The Mercurial, Roxane, Kostas, Cassandra, Stella and Annie are mine.

TITLE: The Queen

PAIRING: Mainly Buffy/Spike, because I had to put together my favorite straight couple and imagine their relationship on a new level, after the destructive passion of sixth season and the intimate understanding of the seventh. Matters of the heart in a romantic sense are only one aspect of the story. There will be a nice mix of action, mystery, angst, as required in the Buffyverse. 

TIMELINE: Post NOT FADE AWAY. Alternative Season Eight: Buffy is the general of the slayers’ army, aided by the powerful witch Willow. Future!fic.

SUMMARY: Essentially the story will follow the complicated life of the Chosen One, made of heroism, egocentrism, imminent apocalypse of the heart and the planet.  

RATING: Mature. (Violence, sex scenes, death scenes, battles) But nothing too graphic, I think.

FEEDBACK: Yes, please. I will give you pizza! *w*

THANKS TO: slaymesoftly for her precious help with the English grammar. Me not so good, but I think I'm improving my skills.

NOTES: This fic takes place in 2008, four years after the ending of Angel (Because Angel ended in 2004, right?) Things have changed for our heroes. Some characters, for example Simone Doffler and Renee, are taken from the comics (Season Eight) but you can read this fic without any knowledge of DH comics, because I won't consider it so much either. Basically this is a future!fic based on the question: what happens after Not Fade Away?

Queen: female ruler of State
(Gyne, greek for "woman")

In the silence of the empty room, the click of a switch and a sea of white. Buffy squeezed her eyes shut, annoyed. The brightness of the light was reflected on the floor so violently, unbearably.

After rubbing her temples, the slayer patted her face with perfumed moisturizer. The swollen eyelids revealed an afternoon of laziness; her determined expression the years lived and the struggles faced. Killing demons was not so good for the skin.
Unwillingly, Buffy started her makeup.

She decided to experiment with a dark gray eye shadow that was immediately corrected with a warmer, softer shade. She was brunette now, and pastel colors were so inappropriate. Armed with a pencil, the slayer marked the curve of her eyes, correcting the touch with her fingers. Expertly, she applied the eyeliner; let down her hair and animated her lips with a bright pink lipstick.

The shirt she was wearing, silky and green, made her feel more secure. Satisfied, elegant, and beautiful, Buffy grabbed the Scythe and walked out the door.

“Don’t let them escape! Kill them all!”

The cemetery was brightly lit by Willow’s powerful spell, the dea ex machina guiding the young slayers to victory.

The girls had taken the offensive against a gang of vampiric lawyers that had been sowing panic in the streets of Los Angeles for months. The nightly attack was orchestrated to concentrate the enemies in a single cemetery, sealed by mystical ritual. The Chosen One in the front row cut off the heads of young and ambitious bloodsuckers.

"Don’t let them escape! The spell will last for a little while,” cried Buffy, more energetic than ever, determined to leave behind only dust.

Faster, she caught up with the new Los Angeles’ Master. Jumping from stone to stone, she pinned him to the ground and impaled his heart with the stake. The young slayers surrounded her victoriously. The mission had ended in the best way and the wounded were about to be transported to the nearest health center.

Buffy walked away, leaving the Scythe to be raised in to the sky by the girls.

Willow approached her. "You were great," she said proudly. "You’re like the queen of the Amazons!"

Buffy laughed, cleaning her dirty face. "I'm going home," she said.

"Don’t you want to go out and celebrate? Have a few drinks? Get a bit tipsy?”  

"I’ll skip it for tonight. Anyway, you know how bad alcohol is for me!"
"But that's the best part, being silly and carefree!"

"Nah, you go. Don’t treat poor Xander too bad and call me in the morning."
"If you say so."

The slayer picked up her trusty weapon and took her leave with a silent gesture. Willow followed her to the exit of the cemetery, looking at her affectionately.

"Happy birthday, my friend.” 

19 January 2008


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 16th, 2012 11:12 am (UTC)
Very good version, and very good job. This is one of my favorite, if no my favorite, fan fiction in the entire Buffyverse fandom. Do you know?
Nov. 16th, 2012 11:31 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! <3
Certainly, this is my longest fic!
Dec. 31st, 2012 06:20 am (UTC)
I've been meaning to read this one, and so far really enjoying it! Interesting start. Your characterization of Buffy feels spot on.

Now off the the next chapter...
Dec. 31st, 2012 12:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I just saw all your comments. You've been extremely kind to comment every single chapter. Thank you! I'm glad you like Buffy's characterization.
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