slaymesoftly The infinite mystery of Livejournal: I always pick the font Times New Roman for the chapters. Except that sometimes it really goes Times New Roman, sometimes it goes Arial or something similar. But all the time I do the same thing!
I feel like Anya. I just don't understand.
But, anyway, here's the new chapter
18. Reptilia
“Oh Slayer, you’re such a beauty when you spit your own blood …”
Buffy opened her eyes. The grip on her throat was inextricable for her trembling fingers. Breathless, almost on the verge of losing consciousness, the Slayer tried to hit her enemy’s head.
“You’re adorable.” The vampire grinned rubbing her check against his beard. “Almost as cute as your runaway girlfriend. I saw her … she was white with fear. Such a formidable fighter!”
Buffy hissed in pain and tried to free herself from the hold.
She fainted.
Buffy woke up disturbed by a strong scent of incense filling the air. She coughed and sneezed and looked around. She was being held in a miserable room, probably underground. Tied to a chair, she barely could see the table before her; her view was stained with blood and her temples were aching almost as much as her wrists.
“You’re awake!” the vamp said.
Buffy tried to focus on his face. He was wearing a gray suit and a purple shirt. His neck seemed almost tanned and he was smoking a cigarette. In his arms was a green snake. The Slayer gasped nauseated.
“It feels like recovering from an epic hangover, right?” he asked, leaning in to her face. He gripped her hair and forced her to look at him. “You look pale.”
“Oh I’ve been worse …”
Her stomach was killing her. She felt the sudden need to collapse on the ground and throw up.
“You’re so pretty all sweaty and pale.” The vampire sighed. “The poison gives you a nice yellowish color.”
“P-poison?”
“I did a little experiment while you were sleeping.”
Buffy tried to breathe deeply. Dazed, she stared at the snake. When she saw the little tongue moving in the air almost hypnotically, she clenched her teeth.
“Oh, don’t worry,” the vamp said, caressing the snake’s little head. “Susie’s honey isn’t lethal for you, my powerful Chosen One.”
“You’re one of those assholes who plays with food before eating, right? Your mother should have taught you better!”
The vampire laughed. His cold, azure eyes were shining with determination.
The Slayer turned a little and saw the wall behind her; covered in paintings of archers and beasts.
“I’ve already killed you once,” he said. “I broke your neck. But that wasn’t you, am I right? That little girl was a decoy. Now I wonder if you’re the real Slayer.”
Buffy groaned painfully; the viper was closer now, she was beating her breast.
“You should dominate this world!” he said. “You should be powerful and feared and respected. What are you, promachos?”
The Slayer shut her eyes, exhausted from the snake's bite, and the vampire licked her cheek. It felt like she was burning inside out.
“We will meet again,” he promised before walking away.
Within few seconds Buffy heard the sound of the door and the voices of Angel, Faith, Spike and Willow beside her. Faith ordered Angel to follow the mysterious vamp and Willow and Spike rushed to her rescue.
“Pet …”
“Buffy, we found you …”
The Slayer smiled and nearly fainted in Spike’s arms.
“He used some kind of pois—”
“I know,” Willow interrupted, already prepared.
She grabbed her friend’s arm and performed a healing spell. The signs in the wall shone as she was helping Buffy.
“You’ll be fine. You just need to rest.”
A young slayer leaned next to Buffy.
“Boss, I’m back. Is she okay?” she asked looking at Willow. “Boss? I’m sorry I left you alone with that guy. I ran to get help, just like you said to me.”
Buffy nodded.
“Don’t worry. You’ve done well,” she muttered closing her eyes.
Buffy woke up in a hospital room. Annie was sleeping in her arms.
The Slayer stroked her daughter’s hair and kissed her head. She turned around and saw Spike reading an old book in a very uncomfortable chair. She took his hand and squeezed it.
“I didn’t realized you were awake,”
“I see. What are you looking for in that old book?”
Spike put away the volume and kissed her.
“I was trying to learn the name of the guy who kidnapped you. But enough with him now. How are you feeling?”
“Good. I slept a lot,”
“Ten hours, like an angel.”
“And Annie. Was she worried about me?”
“She was afraid when she realized that you were gone. Luckily we found you almost immediately.”
“Is she calm now?”
Spike grinned.
“What do you think?”
Buffy looked at her daughter and smiled before kissing Spike.
Willow knocked.
“I’m interrupting,” she said a little embarrassed. “Sorry to interrupt!”
“We’ll catch up later, Red. Also pet can’t do much in her conditions …”
“Spike!”
“I need to talk to Buffy,” Willow said. “In private,” she added.
The Slayer caressed her lover’s cheek.
“Take Annie outside and buy her something to eat. Her stomach is growling.”
“Okay. See you later, love,” he murmured, taking Annie in his arms.
Finally alone with Buffy, Willow sat on the bed.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, thanks to you. Your magic practically brought me back from the dead. Again.”
Willow bit her lips.
“I have to tell you something important …”
“Go on!”
“The signs on the wall, the ones with the archer and the beast … they’re done with my magic.”
Notes
* The mysterious vamp says that he killed a Buffy decoy. I was inspired by the Eight Season, issue The Chain.
* Promachos is a greek word associated to the goddess Athena. It means "she how fights in the front line".
“Oh Slayer, you’re such a beauty when you spit your own blood …”
Buffy opened her eyes. The grip on her throat was inextricable for her trembling fingers. Breathless, almost on the verge of losing consciousness, the Slayer tried to hit her enemy’s head.
“You’re adorable.” The vampire grinned rubbing her check against his beard. “Almost as cute as your runaway girlfriend. I saw her … she was white with fear. Such a formidable fighter!”
Buffy hissed in pain and tried to free herself from the hold.
She fainted.
Buffy woke up disturbed by a strong scent of incense filling the air. She coughed and sneezed and looked around. She was being held in a miserable room, probably underground. Tied to a chair, she barely could see the table before her; her view was stained with blood and her temples were aching almost as much as her wrists.
“You’re awake!” the vamp said.
Buffy tried to focus on his face. He was wearing a gray suit and a purple shirt. His neck seemed almost tanned and he was smoking a cigarette. In his arms was a green snake. The Slayer gasped nauseated.
“It feels like recovering from an epic hangover, right?” he asked, leaning in to her face. He gripped her hair and forced her to look at him. “You look pale.”
“Oh I’ve been worse …”
Her stomach was killing her. She felt the sudden need to collapse on the ground and throw up.
“You’re so pretty all sweaty and pale.” The vampire sighed. “The poison gives you a nice yellowish color.”
“P-poison?”
“I did a little experiment while you were sleeping.”
Buffy tried to breathe deeply. Dazed, she stared at the snake. When she saw the little tongue moving in the air almost hypnotically, she clenched her teeth.
“Oh, don’t worry,” the vamp said, caressing the snake’s little head. “Susie’s honey isn’t lethal for you, my powerful Chosen One.”
“You’re one of those assholes who plays with food before eating, right? Your mother should have taught you better!”
The vampire laughed. His cold, azure eyes were shining with determination.
The Slayer turned a little and saw the wall behind her; covered in paintings of archers and beasts.
“I’ve already killed you once,” he said. “I broke your neck. But that wasn’t you, am I right? That little girl was a decoy. Now I wonder if you’re the real Slayer.”
Buffy groaned painfully; the viper was closer now, she was beating her breast.
“You should dominate this world!” he said. “You should be powerful and feared and respected. What are you, promachos?”
The Slayer shut her eyes, exhausted from the snake's bite, and the vampire licked her cheek. It felt like she was burning inside out.
“We will meet again,” he promised before walking away.
Within few seconds Buffy heard the sound of the door and the voices of Angel, Faith, Spike and Willow beside her. Faith ordered Angel to follow the mysterious vamp and Willow and Spike rushed to her rescue.
“Pet …”
“Buffy, we found you …”
The Slayer smiled and nearly fainted in Spike’s arms.
“He used some kind of pois—”
“I know,” Willow interrupted, already prepared.
She grabbed her friend’s arm and performed a healing spell. The signs in the wall shone as she was helping Buffy.
“You’ll be fine. You just need to rest.”
A young slayer leaned next to Buffy.
“Boss, I’m back. Is she okay?” she asked looking at Willow. “Boss? I’m sorry I left you alone with that guy. I ran to get help, just like you said to me.”
Buffy nodded.
“Don’t worry. You’ve done well,” she muttered closing her eyes.
Buffy woke up in a hospital room. Annie was sleeping in her arms.
The Slayer stroked her daughter’s hair and kissed her head. She turned around and saw Spike reading an old book in a very uncomfortable chair. She took his hand and squeezed it.
“I didn’t realized you were awake,”
“I see. What are you looking for in that old book?”
Spike put away the volume and kissed her.
“I was trying to learn the name of the guy who kidnapped you. But enough with him now. How are you feeling?”
“Good. I slept a lot,”
“Ten hours, like an angel.”
“And Annie. Was she worried about me?”
“She was afraid when she realized that you were gone. Luckily we found you almost immediately.”
“Is she calm now?”
Spike grinned.
“What do you think?”
Buffy looked at her daughter and smiled before kissing Spike.
Willow knocked.
“I’m interrupting,” she said a little embarrassed. “Sorry to interrupt!”
“We’ll catch up later, Red. Also pet can’t do much in her conditions …”
“Spike!”
“I need to talk to Buffy,” Willow said. “In private,” she added.
The Slayer caressed her lover’s cheek.
“Take Annie outside and buy her something to eat. Her stomach is growling.”
“Okay. See you later, love,” he murmured, taking Annie in his arms.
Finally alone with Buffy, Willow sat on the bed.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, thanks to you. Your magic practically brought me back from the dead. Again.”
Willow bit her lips.
“I have to tell you something important …”
“Go on!”
“The signs on the wall, the ones with the archer and the beast … they’re done with my magic.”
Notes
* The mysterious vamp says that he killed a Buffy decoy. I was inspired by the Eight Season, issue The Chain.
* Promachos is a greek word associated to the goddess Athena. It means "she how fights in the front line".
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