"Smack My Bitch Up", a Kill City snippet
I once started a fic. It was the story of Faith and her Watcher and Kakistos, before Sunnydale. I couldn't get to the right emotion, which is Faith being estranged from her Watcher/good parent figure so Kakistos could get her while still being emotionally connected enough to go after her once she's captured.
I will not be continuing with this fic.
But the_red_shoes just wrote a long explanation of her love for the song "Smack My Bitch Up" by Prodigy. And, as it happens, I have a piece, set on a dance floor, where Faith kicks ass to that song. In fact, I listened over and over again, trying to get everything timed perfectly to the song.
So, by her request, here it is:
She had gotten the stakes into the club. She had gotten into the club. She had the stamp and everything. Wicked cool.
Things that hunt alone, like big cats, attack things they can eat alone, or with their cubs. Those corkscrew-horned things are really small and delicate. Things that hunt in packs, like wolves, attack things that can feed the pack. Big buffalos, that sort of thing. Thing is, these predators have only one prey, so they can't switch up to huger things at that level of the food chain. Humans are at the top, more or less, so vamps have to pick on groups. The more they have to be big packs, the more they have to work on big crowds. Escalation, she calls it. Like those moving stairways at the mall.
She looks around, and there's a tickle in the back of her neck. They're here. In force. Perhaps enough force to actually damage her. If she's lucky. Since there's no big dumb animals, except maybe the bouncer, the view changes. Not tracking a disease. Not watching the animals. Not profiling a killer. Boss talked about how some gang or other rode across Asia, and when they hit a village, they'd circle it, killing everyone within. Enough fools with gold here to make everyone believe it was a turf hit or something. Good plan. How to break it?
She goes to the DJ. She picks the song, the one from the CD with the crab on the cover. She gives him $100 bucks for a quick turnaround on the request. And when she hears it start, she picks one standing next to a fire exit. The tickle reaches down her back and across her hips. She moves like sex not yet on a stick, and she leers at him, slowly walking. The tank top shows off what she has, and the jeans leave nothing to the imagination. As the main drums come on, she reaches up to whisper in his ear.
"Hey, bitch. They're playing our song." She grabs him by the hair and slams it against her knee. There goes his nose. That's gotta piss him off.
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
His nose bleeds and he's pissed. Gameface pissed. She kicks him against the door, opening it. She steps back and he lunges at her. Some of the people get the idea and start moving to the door.
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
She stops his assault with a roundhouse that drops him, and she follows it with a few kicks to the temple. She sees the first of the reinforcements coming out of the corner of her eye. She kicks straight back, catching him in the gut. She elbows him in the head, send him spinning off into another opponent.
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
The big dumb crowd catches on and starts hitting the exits. She hits two more and they go down. She grabs her stake from her pocket and jams it into the chest of the next one.
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
The first one punches at her through the cloud of vamp. She grabs it, twists it, tearing the flesh that turned the arm into a weapon. She started to knee him in the stomach and chest, bringing the stake down on his back. A tackle from the left drops her as he turns to dust.
Smack my bitch up
The music drops away to just a croaking. A woman's voice comes on the PA, singing in some beautiful language from Europe or something. Faith's favorite part. She leaps to her feet.
"You don't get it, do you?! I don't fear you. I kill you. I am the Slayer, and you cannot stop me!!" The drums start up again and the vamps circle around her, around the edges of the dance floor of the now near-empty club.
"I am the Law. I am the destroyer! I DO NOT FEAR YOU!" She leaps at one, who grabs her. Her free arm swings a stake at the next vamp. How many is that. The one holding her moves to her throat, but she grabs around his head, dropping her stake, and flips him over her. She stomps on his face twice and kicks him once in the ribs. Heard that crack. The drums return. She ducks a wild swing at her head and responds with an elbow, which connects to the vamp's face. She follows through with a roundhouse kick. "You undead bastards can't TOUCH me!" She grabs the head of the shambling, damaged vampire and twists. That'll keep him down for a while.
Two left. That's what it looks like. That, and two damaged on the ground. She grabs the other stake, stuck into her jeans at the small of the back, and spins it in her hands. It doesn't do much, but it looks good. Her blood is pumping, and that has to just be pissing these dead guys off. That one's a girl, though. A good kick to the groin will bruise the bone and shake up the stomach. You do it right, it'll hurt anybody, not just boys. She goes down hard, and her partner, realizing he's the last, begins looking for the exits.
Smack my bitch up
Faith is on him as he starts to run. He falls face-first on the ground. She grabs his hair and pounds his face into the floor. "I! Do! Not! Fear! You!" She pounds the stake into him.
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
She goes to the others. The girl. The one looking behind him. The one with a liquid ribcage. And they go poof.
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
She walks to a table, where a pack or Marlboros and a bottle of Corona were left. The grinding sound of the end of the song comes up, and she pours back the whole bottle. She wipes the condensation on her hands and wipes some vampire dust from her face.
She closes her eyes and sighs, and then, as she stretches her arms and back, she smiles and walks to the fire exit.
I will not be continuing with this fic.
But the_red_shoes just wrote a long explanation of her love for the song "Smack My Bitch Up" by Prodigy. And, as it happens, I have a piece, set on a dance floor, where Faith kicks ass to that song. In fact, I listened over and over again, trying to get everything timed perfectly to the song.
So, by her request, here it is:
She had gotten the stakes into the club. She had gotten into the club. She had the stamp and everything. Wicked cool.
Things that hunt alone, like big cats, attack things they can eat alone, or with their cubs. Those corkscrew-horned things are really small and delicate. Things that hunt in packs, like wolves, attack things that can feed the pack. Big buffalos, that sort of thing. Thing is, these predators have only one prey, so they can't switch up to huger things at that level of the food chain. Humans are at the top, more or less, so vamps have to pick on groups. The more they have to be big packs, the more they have to work on big crowds. Escalation, she calls it. Like those moving stairways at the mall.
She looks around, and there's a tickle in the back of her neck. They're here. In force. Perhaps enough force to actually damage her. If she's lucky. Since there's no big dumb animals, except maybe the bouncer, the view changes. Not tracking a disease. Not watching the animals. Not profiling a killer. Boss talked about how some gang or other rode across Asia, and when they hit a village, they'd circle it, killing everyone within. Enough fools with gold here to make everyone believe it was a turf hit or something. Good plan. How to break it?
She goes to the DJ. She picks the song, the one from the CD with the crab on the cover. She gives him $100 bucks for a quick turnaround on the request. And when she hears it start, she picks one standing next to a fire exit. The tickle reaches down her back and across her hips. She moves like sex not yet on a stick, and she leers at him, slowly walking. The tank top shows off what she has, and the jeans leave nothing to the imagination. As the main drums come on, she reaches up to whisper in his ear.
"Hey, bitch. They're playing our song." She grabs him by the hair and slams it against her knee. There goes his nose. That's gotta piss him off.
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
His nose bleeds and he's pissed. Gameface pissed. She kicks him against the door, opening it. She steps back and he lunges at her. Some of the people get the idea and start moving to the door.
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
She stops his assault with a roundhouse that drops him, and she follows it with a few kicks to the temple. She sees the first of the reinforcements coming out of the corner of her eye. She kicks straight back, catching him in the gut. She elbows him in the head, send him spinning off into another opponent.
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
The big dumb crowd catches on and starts hitting the exits. She hits two more and they go down. She grabs her stake from her pocket and jams it into the chest of the next one.
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
The first one punches at her through the cloud of vamp. She grabs it, twists it, tearing the flesh that turned the arm into a weapon. She started to knee him in the stomach and chest, bringing the stake down on his back. A tackle from the left drops her as he turns to dust.
Smack my bitch up
The music drops away to just a croaking. A woman's voice comes on the PA, singing in some beautiful language from Europe or something. Faith's favorite part. She leaps to her feet.
"You don't get it, do you?! I don't fear you. I kill you. I am the Slayer, and you cannot stop me!!" The drums start up again and the vamps circle around her, around the edges of the dance floor of the now near-empty club.
"I am the Law. I am the destroyer! I DO NOT FEAR YOU!" She leaps at one, who grabs her. Her free arm swings a stake at the next vamp. How many is that. The one holding her moves to her throat, but she grabs around his head, dropping her stake, and flips him over her. She stomps on his face twice and kicks him once in the ribs. Heard that crack. The drums return. She ducks a wild swing at her head and responds with an elbow, which connects to the vamp's face. She follows through with a roundhouse kick. "You undead bastards can't TOUCH me!" She grabs the head of the shambling, damaged vampire and twists. That'll keep him down for a while.
Two left. That's what it looks like. That, and two damaged on the ground. She grabs the other stake, stuck into her jeans at the small of the back, and spins it in her hands. It doesn't do much, but it looks good. Her blood is pumping, and that has to just be pissing these dead guys off. That one's a girl, though. A good kick to the groin will bruise the bone and shake up the stomach. You do it right, it'll hurt anybody, not just boys. She goes down hard, and her partner, realizing he's the last, begins looking for the exits.
Smack my bitch up
Faith is on him as he starts to run. He falls face-first on the ground. She grabs his hair and pounds his face into the floor. "I! Do! Not! Fear! You!" She pounds the stake into him.
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
She goes to the others. The girl. The one looking behind him. The one with a liquid ribcage. And they go poof.
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up
She walks to a table, where a pack or Marlboros and a bottle of Corona were left. The grinding sound of the end of the song comes up, and she pours back the whole bottle. She wipes the condensation on her hands and wipes some vampire dust from her face.
She closes her eyes and sighs, and then, as she stretches her arms and back, she smiles and walks to the fire exit.