Challenge:
Title: Ascending.
Author: persephone_20
Website: back_in_town
Characters/Pairings: Spike & Illyria.
Notes: Joss was said for a while to have plans to make a movie starting just after the last episode of Angel: the Series ended. He hasn't yet, so this is my creative license on the thing.
Challenge: "5 ways in which Spike's lover becomes a vampire"
Your choice on who, why and if it was out of love, hate or a combination of both. The challenge requirements are to find creative ways to vamp the character(s). It could be five short drabbles, five short stories, five different universes, heck it could be five different characters. The central elements are Spike, vamping, and the number five. Anything your creative and dark mind can come up with will be fun!
Story: 1 of 5 - 1,000 words.
"Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence."
"Well, wishes just happen to be horses today," Spike jibed.
"Among other things," Angel agreed.
A demon army, including a winged monster, approached them.
Gunn looked up, awed. "OK. You take the 30,000 on the left..."
Illyria cut in. "You're fading. You'll last 10 minutes at best."
Standing, Gunn said, "Then let's make 'em memorable."
Spike turned to Angel and said, "In terms of a plan?"
"We fight."
"Bit more specific." Spike's jaw clenched.
"Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon. Let's go to work."
There was a yelling from before them. Spike went headlong into battle, Angel alongside. Gunn leapt blindly into battle, partially limping, but not letting it detract from his glory. Behind them all, Illyria strode in steady, head held high.
Battle screams came from both Angel and Spike as they covered one another’s' backs. Illyria hacked and slashed her way through anything that came in her path; anything to stunt this irrational grief.
Gunn swung and missed, tearing the wound to his side even further and feeling the warm blood running down his leg. He grimaced in pain, but went on nonetheless. He couldn't even seen Spike, Angel or Illyria any longer. His world consisted of pain and demon noise. There was no time for thoughts, no time to stop, so when he looked up into Rondell's familiar face, he could barely conceive what his eyes were telling him.
"Thought you would be here, in the end of it all," his friend said to him. Turning away, Rondell ran the vampire coming at him through the heart then didn't stop to watch as it dusted.
"You're not doing so well, Charles," he told him. Glancing up and down at him sadly, he added softly, but enough to be heard, "I guess you knew that though."
Gunn nodded, too pained to speak. His breath hitched. Rondell's back was turned and facing a monster half resembling a minotor and half resembling... nothing that Gunn had ever seen. His friend simply didn't have the time to see the giant with the mace aimed straight towards him.
With a cry of anguish and hopelessness, Gunn thrust himself in the way between the mace and Rondell's torso. The force of it knocked Gunn through the air, and he didn't see what became of his friend.
No time to speak, just to act. Illyria pounded her way through flesh and bone. Though it all, just one sentence rang through her head; ‘Take your best shot, little girl.' This was becoming easy. Too easy. Her fist caved through another abdomen of some species of demon. The walking nightmares were back. She couldn't remember ever having been this closely involved with them before.
Angel yelled his intent out to Spike, and saw the younger vampire’s blonde head turn and glance up at the dragon before nodding in comprehension at what Angel proposed.
*
Spike opened his eyes, having no idea where exactly he was or of anything else other than the fact that he was lying down on his back. He stretched his gaze to the sides as far as they would go without moving any of the rest of his body. Captain Cavebrow was nowhere to be seen. Besides that, everything was much too quiet. It didn’t make sense. He remembered a dragon, goddammit!
Blue came into his line of vision. Spike closed his eyes wearily. Illyria.
“What is wrong with you? You have been lying like this for hours now and have not moved or given any indication you could hear me when I said your name. You have caused me to worry.”
Spike looked up at her. Indeed, she did look quite put out by the unfamiliar worry she had felt for him.
“My apologies, Blue,” he said, coughing, and trying to sit up. He realised he couldn’t in the instant before a violent round of coughing racked his entire body.
“I wish you would not call me ‘Blue’,” Illyria told him. “It is not a fitting name to one such as I.”
Spike would have made a cutting reply, were it not for his body immobilising coughing.
“Are you okay? Need you see a doctor?” Illyria glanced around. “I see not anyone nearby who could help you.”
“Blood,” Spike coughed out, coughing out some of his own when what he really wanted to say was, ‘Doctor’s not gonna be able to help a vampire, bint’.
Clearly all that stuff about Shan Shuing had been yet another bust. Nothing but typical, really.
“Blood…” Illyria said at a temporary loss, then, “Vampire.” Awkwardly moving her head to the side, Illyria moved her blue hair and leaned towards him. “Drink.”
He was doing so before he could consider any other mode of action. Illyria was hardly human. Why should he feel bad? All the same, he was very careful not to drink her to death, before falling back on the ground, unconscious.
Illyria took several deep and unsteady breaths after Spike let her go. This felt strange. More deep breaths. She could feel her heart slowing and wondered slowly, was this what it was like to die?
She clenched her fist stubbornly. No. She, Illyria, would not go down like this; food for some vampire.
“Spike?” came the single, Texas accented word.
Author: persephone_20
Website: back_in_town
Characters/Pairings: Spike & Illyria.
Notes: Joss was said for a while to have plans to make a movie starting just after the last episode of Angel: the Series ended. He hasn't yet, so this is my creative license on the thing.
Challenge: "5 ways in which Spike's lover becomes a vampire"
Your choice on who, why and if it was out of love, hate or a combination of both. The challenge requirements are to find creative ways to vamp the character(s). It could be five short drabbles, five short stories, five different universes, heck it could be five different characters. The central elements are Spike, vamping, and the number five. Anything your creative and dark mind can come up with will be fun!
Story: 1 of 5 - 1,000 words.
"Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence."
"Well, wishes just happen to be horses today," Spike jibed.
"Among other things," Angel agreed.
A demon army, including a winged monster, approached them.
Gunn looked up, awed. "OK. You take the 30,000 on the left..."
Illyria cut in. "You're fading. You'll last 10 minutes at best."
Standing, Gunn said, "Then let's make 'em memorable."
Spike turned to Angel and said, "In terms of a plan?"
"We fight."
"Bit more specific." Spike's jaw clenched.
"Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon. Let's go to work."
There was a yelling from before them. Spike went headlong into battle, Angel alongside. Gunn leapt blindly into battle, partially limping, but not letting it detract from his glory. Behind them all, Illyria strode in steady, head held high.
Battle screams came from both Angel and Spike as they covered one another’s' backs. Illyria hacked and slashed her way through anything that came in her path; anything to stunt this irrational grief.
Gunn swung and missed, tearing the wound to his side even further and feeling the warm blood running down his leg. He grimaced in pain, but went on nonetheless. He couldn't even seen Spike, Angel or Illyria any longer. His world consisted of pain and demon noise. There was no time for thoughts, no time to stop, so when he looked up into Rondell's familiar face, he could barely conceive what his eyes were telling him.
"Thought you would be here, in the end of it all," his friend said to him. Turning away, Rondell ran the vampire coming at him through the heart then didn't stop to watch as it dusted.
"You're not doing so well, Charles," he told him. Glancing up and down at him sadly, he added softly, but enough to be heard, "I guess you knew that though."
Gunn nodded, too pained to speak. His breath hitched. Rondell's back was turned and facing a monster half resembling a minotor and half resembling... nothing that Gunn had ever seen. His friend simply didn't have the time to see the giant with the mace aimed straight towards him.
With a cry of anguish and hopelessness, Gunn thrust himself in the way between the mace and Rondell's torso. The force of it knocked Gunn through the air, and he didn't see what became of his friend.
No time to speak, just to act. Illyria pounded her way through flesh and bone. Though it all, just one sentence rang through her head; ‘Take your best shot, little girl.' This was becoming easy. Too easy. Her fist caved through another abdomen of some species of demon. The walking nightmares were back. She couldn't remember ever having been this closely involved with them before.
Angel yelled his intent out to Spike, and saw the younger vampire’s blonde head turn and glance up at the dragon before nodding in comprehension at what Angel proposed.
*
Spike opened his eyes, having no idea where exactly he was or of anything else other than the fact that he was lying down on his back. He stretched his gaze to the sides as far as they would go without moving any of the rest of his body. Captain Cavebrow was nowhere to be seen. Besides that, everything was much too quiet. It didn’t make sense. He remembered a dragon, goddammit!
Blue came into his line of vision. Spike closed his eyes wearily. Illyria.
“What is wrong with you? You have been lying like this for hours now and have not moved or given any indication you could hear me when I said your name. You have caused me to worry.”
Spike looked up at her. Indeed, she did look quite put out by the unfamiliar worry she had felt for him.
“My apologies, Blue,” he said, coughing, and trying to sit up. He realised he couldn’t in the instant before a violent round of coughing racked his entire body.
“I wish you would not call me ‘Blue’,” Illyria told him. “It is not a fitting name to one such as I.”
Spike would have made a cutting reply, were it not for his body immobilising coughing.
“Are you okay? Need you see a doctor?” Illyria glanced around. “I see not anyone nearby who could help you.”
“Blood,” Spike coughed out, coughing out some of his own when what he really wanted to say was, ‘Doctor’s not gonna be able to help a vampire, bint’.
Clearly all that stuff about Shan Shuing had been yet another bust. Nothing but typical, really.
“Blood…” Illyria said at a temporary loss, then, “Vampire.” Awkwardly moving her head to the side, Illyria moved her blue hair and leaned towards him. “Drink.”
He was doing so before he could consider any other mode of action. Illyria was hardly human. Why should he feel bad? All the same, he was very careful not to drink her to death, before falling back on the ground, unconscious.
Illyria took several deep and unsteady breaths after Spike let her go. This felt strange. More deep breaths. She could feel her heart slowing and wondered slowly, was this what it was like to die?
She clenched her fist stubbornly. No. She, Illyria, would not go down like this; food for some vampire.
“Spike?” came the single, Texas accented word.