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WHO: Alpha, Child Buffy
WHEN: **backdated to last day of flood**
WHERE: Child Buffy's room - continued from this
RATED: R - violence
NOTES: Started in IM chat, separated with ***
Alpha stirred. Where was he? Floor. Bedroom. Buffy. He leapt to his feet, ready to attack when he quickly found that the child version of Buffy was still passed out on the bed. Nothing had changed. Good.
Alpha got to work. Ropes. Weapons.... "I think I underestimated you, Buffy." He said, looking around and spotting a war chest filled with weapons. He went through the chest and tucked knives into his belt, taking a particularly shiny one into his hand.
"Too bad you underestimated me." He looked at the crosses and holy water.
"Huh." He tiled his head, confused. The weapons made sense but the religion icons didn't compute. Maybe Buffy was a little more than afraid of the things that went bump in the night.
He turned back to the child, peacefully sleeping on her bed. It wasn't planned to happen this way, but it appeared that this ship had favored him once again. A child version of Buffy was rather convenient, to say the least.
Within minutes, Buffy was tied firmly to her own bed. He slapped her lightly on one cheek and then the other.
"Wake up, Princess Joan." He cooed in his best imitation voice of DannyHe felt his own cheeks tingling as if he had slapped his own face. Alpha was catching on. He pinched her arm. His own arm pinched. He understood.
"Wakey wakey..."
***
Buffy woke up, her head pounding and burning and aching in that hot-cold-painful way... To Danny. Standing there and touching her. It didn't take long for her to realize she was tied up. Little Buffy started to squirm and struggle. Even with her Slayer strength, at this age, she was mostly just panicking. With wide eyes she looked at Danny and couldn't help herself when she started to cry in fear.
"Let me go!" She screamed, still struggling. Terrified.
***
Alpha put his face close to hers. He smiled. "I didn't tell you the rest of the story." He relished the fear.
"The Princess woke up, finding herself tied up on her own ship! How could you happen, you ask! She was a pirate! Her ship was full of chests with weapons.... well the answer was simple. The ninjas had patience. They saw on the princesses' ship that none of the other pirates were capable of fear! All of them too wrapped up in their own superiority to stop and recognize that they were all just little children... waiting for the dark."
He ran a blade across her cheek, careful to not cut her. Just enough to send another wave of fear through the little slayer's heart.
***
Buffy was terrified. Danny had been so nice and fun earlier. And now he'd turned into a bad guy. He was scarier than the vampires because he'd been nice before. Vampires were always bad. Buffy continued to struggle and she cried out when he put the blade to her cheek.
"Stop it! Stop it! You're a bad man!" She screamed and cried, her voice straining. "Let me go!"
***
"The Ninjas came out of the dark and looked over their prized little princess.... who reeked of broccoli and pride. Under normal circumstances, they would have slashed and cut her face for the world to see.... but a magic spell was placed upon her so whatever cuts she received, would also be done to her captives." He said, showing her his forehead where it was equally bruised from the alarm clock he had smashed upon her head.
"An interesting twist of events.... If they cut her face, they would cut their own. It was then they realized the ninjas had their own sense of pride. So do they spare the princess and reveal their own shame?"
***
She was full-on sobbing now, not really understanding anything the crazy man was saying.
"Please.. Please. Let me go." She pleaded.
***
Alpha grabbed her face so she would be forced to look at him deep in the eyes.
"The story is almost done. Listen. And you might learn something."
With his free hand, he made three swift light movements.
"The Ninja's gathered around and talked about what they would do with their captive. The Ninjas indeed had their own pride, but more importantly, they realized that they knew they could not mark their own faces for they knew they would be hunted down like dogs by the other pirates. So they cut her anyway."
Alpha stepped away, revealing his own blood soaked shirt. He grinned.
***
Pure terror took over when he forced her to look into his eyes. This wasn't right. He was going to do something bad. She wasn't supposed to die till she was older. This wasn't right! Then he cut her. On her belly. She thought she was screaming before? Buffy screamed out, crying harder than ever, but trying not to move anymore because of the pain it caused her. She was nearly blinded by the pain and fear, her eyes moving around the room rapidly. Searching, wishing for help. She couldn't speak, only scream and cry. She shut her eyes.
***
Alpha blinked casually and looked down at himself. "Light wounds. Barely even flesh wounds. It's sad, really. I normally do such wonderful artwork... these will barely leave a scar."
He looked back to the hysterical child. Most of the voices inside his head were complacent, but a handful were in revolt. Two in particular. But that didn't matter now. Alpha was in complete control.
"Do you know what the moral of this story is, Buffy?" He tucked the blade into his hand again, ready to strike again. He looked down at his blood soaked shirt. It was bleeding beautifully, but he needed to see the wounds for himself. He removed his shirt, taking a peek at his own skillful art with the knife upon his own flesh. He looked back up to Buffy.
WHEN: **backdated to last day of flood**
WHERE: Child Buffy's room - continued from this
RATED: R - violence
NOTES: Started in IM chat, separated with ***
Alpha stirred. Where was he? Floor. Bedroom. Buffy. He leapt to his feet, ready to attack when he quickly found that the child version of Buffy was still passed out on the bed. Nothing had changed. Good.
Alpha got to work. Ropes. Weapons.... "I think I underestimated you, Buffy." He said, looking around and spotting a war chest filled with weapons. He went through the chest and tucked knives into his belt, taking a particularly shiny one into his hand.
"Too bad you underestimated me." He looked at the crosses and holy water.
"Huh." He tiled his head, confused. The weapons made sense but the religion icons didn't compute. Maybe Buffy was a little more than afraid of the things that went bump in the night.
He turned back to the child, peacefully sleeping on her bed. It wasn't planned to happen this way, but it appeared that this ship had favored him once again. A child version of Buffy was rather convenient, to say the least.
Within minutes, Buffy was tied firmly to her own bed. He slapped her lightly on one cheek and then the other.
"Wake up, Princess Joan." He cooed in his best imitation voice of DannyHe felt his own cheeks tingling as if he had slapped his own face. Alpha was catching on. He pinched her arm. His own arm pinched. He understood.
"Wakey wakey..."
***
Buffy woke up, her head pounding and burning and aching in that hot-cold-painful way... To Danny. Standing there and touching her. It didn't take long for her to realize she was tied up. Little Buffy started to squirm and struggle. Even with her Slayer strength, at this age, she was mostly just panicking. With wide eyes she looked at Danny and couldn't help herself when she started to cry in fear.
"Let me go!" She screamed, still struggling. Terrified.
***
Alpha put his face close to hers. He smiled. "I didn't tell you the rest of the story." He relished the fear.
"The Princess woke up, finding herself tied up on her own ship! How could you happen, you ask! She was a pirate! Her ship was full of chests with weapons.... well the answer was simple. The ninjas had patience. They saw on the princesses' ship that none of the other pirates were capable of fear! All of them too wrapped up in their own superiority to stop and recognize that they were all just little children... waiting for the dark."
He ran a blade across her cheek, careful to not cut her. Just enough to send another wave of fear through the little slayer's heart.
***
Buffy was terrified. Danny had been so nice and fun earlier. And now he'd turned into a bad guy. He was scarier than the vampires because he'd been nice before. Vampires were always bad. Buffy continued to struggle and she cried out when he put the blade to her cheek.
"Stop it! Stop it! You're a bad man!" She screamed and cried, her voice straining. "Let me go!"
***
"The Ninjas came out of the dark and looked over their prized little princess.... who reeked of broccoli and pride. Under normal circumstances, they would have slashed and cut her face for the world to see.... but a magic spell was placed upon her so whatever cuts she received, would also be done to her captives." He said, showing her his forehead where it was equally bruised from the alarm clock he had smashed upon her head.
"An interesting twist of events.... If they cut her face, they would cut their own. It was then they realized the ninjas had their own sense of pride. So do they spare the princess and reveal their own shame?"
***
She was full-on sobbing now, not really understanding anything the crazy man was saying.
"Please.. Please. Let me go." She pleaded.
***
Alpha grabbed her face so she would be forced to look at him deep in the eyes.
"The story is almost done. Listen. And you might learn something."
With his free hand, he made three swift light movements.
"The Ninja's gathered around and talked about what they would do with their captive. The Ninjas indeed had their own pride, but more importantly, they realized that they knew they could not mark their own faces for they knew they would be hunted down like dogs by the other pirates. So they cut her anyway."
Alpha stepped away, revealing his own blood soaked shirt. He grinned.
***
Pure terror took over when he forced her to look into his eyes. This wasn't right. He was going to do something bad. She wasn't supposed to die till she was older. This wasn't right! Then he cut her. On her belly. She thought she was screaming before? Buffy screamed out, crying harder than ever, but trying not to move anymore because of the pain it caused her. She was nearly blinded by the pain and fear, her eyes moving around the room rapidly. Searching, wishing for help. She couldn't speak, only scream and cry. She shut her eyes.
***
Alpha blinked casually and looked down at himself. "Light wounds. Barely even flesh wounds. It's sad, really. I normally do such wonderful artwork... these will barely leave a scar."
He looked back to the hysterical child. Most of the voices inside his head were complacent, but a handful were in revolt. Two in particular. But that didn't matter now. Alpha was in complete control.
"Do you know what the moral of this story is, Buffy?" He tucked the blade into his hand again, ready to strike again. He looked down at his blood soaked shirt. It was bleeding beautifully, but he needed to see the wounds for himself. He removed his shirt, taking a peek at his own skillful art with the knife upon his own flesh. He looked back up to Buffy.