[jp] "You made me what I am."
NOTE: Nahuel and Spike are mine to use and abuse. Amelia is ratherbe_mspeel and is used with knowledge of her mun, along with lots of love.
You made me what I am.
She hasn’t thought of her father on purpose in years, but his face fills her might right now as she stares at her sister laying her head against Nahuel’s shoulder with a loving affection usually reserved for Spike. In her mind’s eye, it lays over Amelia’s with infinite care and she knows, beyond reason, that Amelia doesn’t have the blood to carry the Steed name.
That disgrace will hang on Valkyrie alone, just as her sister’s murder will.
You molded me, shaped me…you turned me into this thing I’ve become.
It’s a thing that, for the first time, she’s grateful for, but not even in the privacy of her own mind can she give her father that satisfaction.
“Y’know I’ll kill you if you touch her, yeah?”
Valkyrie felt the cold sensation slide up her spine, knew he’d followed her to the club and knew the cold note in Spike was there. Calmly, she reached into her jacket and withdrew a handheld crossbow, leveling it at his chest.
“I do. And I’ll kill you if you try to stop me.”
She finally turned her head then, met his gaze and felt nothing. She wasn’t even cold, she was merely empty. Soulless as her father, dead as her mother, and as helpless to act as Amelia was in Nahuel’s thrall.
Helpless as Spike was while he stood there, watching Amelia with the incubus that had stolen her from him. The pain she saw in his eyes didn’t touch her, couldn’t touch her. Not when her head was full of empty white noise…the same kind she’d once imagined filled Father’s when he beat Mum or told Valkyrie what a worthless little troll she was. She could forgive him for that, knowing that quiet killing place the way she did now. It was a terrible state, inhuman…unreal.
“You’ve not the stomach to do what needs to be done.” She explained quietly, watching him closely as she slowly lowered the crossbow. “I do. I lack your soul…no worries. I can live with that.”
Spike’s features shifted, his gaze narrowing. “Val…”
“I brought my gun. I’ll shoot her in the chest, it’ll be quick. She won’t feel much pain.”
“Val…”
“I have a vial of Claire’s blood, I’ll just inject--”
“Valkyrie!! Bloody buggering hell, will you look?!”
She watched Spike’s face light up and transform, glowing with…was that pride?...as he suddenly pointed. Turning, she watched and felt her own heart clench as Amelia reached behind her and withdrew a crossbow of her own…the one Valkyrie had given her.
She stopped breathing as she lifted the crossbow. She was fairly sure her heart stopped as Amelia brought it up just beneath Nahuel’s chin, staring eagerly into his eyes.
It sank a moment later as he reached up and took it from her with a grateful smile, somehow making the gesture erotic. Amelia’s cheeks flushed with pleasure just before she turned to face Valkyrie, staring her right in the eye…then waved.
There was barely time to draw her gun before Nahuel lifted the crossbow. Both of them fired.
Valkyrie missed. Nahuel didn’t.
Chaos erupted at the sound of the gunshot while the bolt went sailing through the air, unnoticed as it sailed past Valkyrie’s ear before it buried itself in Spike’s chest behind her, just above his heart.
Her head whipped around to see it happen, her body moved too slow to reach Spike’s side before he staggered backwards. It would have been easier if her sister had been lost to her in that moment, but part of her mind abandoned the white noise to reach out in earnest, her heart going with her thoughts…
“Leave me. Go get her.”
“Sod off.”
“DO IT!!!”
Gritting her teeth when Spike’s features shifted, she let him go and bolted across the club, already a sea of chaos as people reacted to the shooting that had just taken place. The white noise returned as she elbowed and fought her way through the crowd to where the couple still sat, overconfident and pleased.
“He’s going to die.” The demon drawled, toying with an errant curl laid across Amelia’s bare shoulder.
She stared into his face silently, ignoring Amelia. She pictured her father and found control again.
Her eyes never left Nahuel’s as she lifted the gun in her hand and fired three times into her big sister’s chest.
Nahuel smiled as Amelia’s body jerked and finally slid to the ground, then stood, drawing close enough to Valkyrie that his energy danced over her skin like a lover’s caress. She resisted the appeal, forcing her breath to stay regular as he stared her down.
“You are a cold bitch, mi amor…but the Killer of the Dead is a colder one.”
She let him walk away, filled with white noise she couldn’t let go of as she briskly moved to kneel beside Amelia’s body. She pressed her fingers to the pulse point and waited for it to go still, sat and listened to Amelia draw her final breath while somewhere behind her, lost in a sea of humanity, Spike’s blood was filling with the poison that bolt had been tipped in.
Poison only the blood of a Slayer could cure.
When Amelia’s heart finally stopped, so did Valkyrie’s as she slid the cure for human death from her pocket and into her sister’s vein, praying she could call on Claire’s services one more time before it was too late.
Muse: Valkyrie Steed
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (OC)
Words: 915
You made me what I am.
She hasn’t thought of her father on purpose in years, but his face fills her might right now as she stares at her sister laying her head against Nahuel’s shoulder with a loving affection usually reserved for Spike. In her mind’s eye, it lays over Amelia’s with infinite care and she knows, beyond reason, that Amelia doesn’t have the blood to carry the Steed name.
That disgrace will hang on Valkyrie alone, just as her sister’s murder will.
You molded me, shaped me…you turned me into this thing I’ve become.
It’s a thing that, for the first time, she’s grateful for, but not even in the privacy of her own mind can she give her father that satisfaction.
“Y’know I’ll kill you if you touch her, yeah?”
Valkyrie felt the cold sensation slide up her spine, knew he’d followed her to the club and knew the cold note in Spike was there. Calmly, she reached into her jacket and withdrew a handheld crossbow, leveling it at his chest.
“I do. And I’ll kill you if you try to stop me.”
She finally turned her head then, met his gaze and felt nothing. She wasn’t even cold, she was merely empty. Soulless as her father, dead as her mother, and as helpless to act as Amelia was in Nahuel’s thrall.
Helpless as Spike was while he stood there, watching Amelia with the incubus that had stolen her from him. The pain she saw in his eyes didn’t touch her, couldn’t touch her. Not when her head was full of empty white noise…the same kind she’d once imagined filled Father’s when he beat Mum or told Valkyrie what a worthless little troll she was. She could forgive him for that, knowing that quiet killing place the way she did now. It was a terrible state, inhuman…unreal.
“You’ve not the stomach to do what needs to be done.” She explained quietly, watching him closely as she slowly lowered the crossbow. “I do. I lack your soul…no worries. I can live with that.”
Spike’s features shifted, his gaze narrowing. “Val…”
“I brought my gun. I’ll shoot her in the chest, it’ll be quick. She won’t feel much pain.”
“Val…”
“I have a vial of Claire’s blood, I’ll just inject--”
“Valkyrie!! Bloody buggering hell, will you look?!”
She watched Spike’s face light up and transform, glowing with…was that pride?...as he suddenly pointed. Turning, she watched and felt her own heart clench as Amelia reached behind her and withdrew a crossbow of her own…the one Valkyrie had given her.
She stopped breathing as she lifted the crossbow. She was fairly sure her heart stopped as Amelia brought it up just beneath Nahuel’s chin, staring eagerly into his eyes.
It sank a moment later as he reached up and took it from her with a grateful smile, somehow making the gesture erotic. Amelia’s cheeks flushed with pleasure just before she turned to face Valkyrie, staring her right in the eye…then waved.
There was barely time to draw her gun before Nahuel lifted the crossbow. Both of them fired.
Valkyrie missed. Nahuel didn’t.
Chaos erupted at the sound of the gunshot while the bolt went sailing through the air, unnoticed as it sailed past Valkyrie’s ear before it buried itself in Spike’s chest behind her, just above his heart.
Her head whipped around to see it happen, her body moved too slow to reach Spike’s side before he staggered backwards. It would have been easier if her sister had been lost to her in that moment, but part of her mind abandoned the white noise to reach out in earnest, her heart going with her thoughts…
“Leave me. Go get her.”
“Sod off.”
“DO IT!!!”
Gritting her teeth when Spike’s features shifted, she let him go and bolted across the club, already a sea of chaos as people reacted to the shooting that had just taken place. The white noise returned as she elbowed and fought her way through the crowd to where the couple still sat, overconfident and pleased.
“He’s going to die.” The demon drawled, toying with an errant curl laid across Amelia’s bare shoulder.
She stared into his face silently, ignoring Amelia. She pictured her father and found control again.
Her eyes never left Nahuel’s as she lifted the gun in her hand and fired three times into her big sister’s chest.
Nahuel smiled as Amelia’s body jerked and finally slid to the ground, then stood, drawing close enough to Valkyrie that his energy danced over her skin like a lover’s caress. She resisted the appeal, forcing her breath to stay regular as he stared her down.
“You are a cold bitch, mi amor…but the Killer of the Dead is a colder one.”
She let him walk away, filled with white noise she couldn’t let go of as she briskly moved to kneel beside Amelia’s body. She pressed her fingers to the pulse point and waited for it to go still, sat and listened to Amelia draw her final breath while somewhere behind her, lost in a sea of humanity, Spike’s blood was filling with the poison that bolt had been tipped in.
Poison only the blood of a Slayer could cure.
When Amelia’s heart finally stopped, so did Valkyrie’s as she slid the cure for human death from her pocket and into her sister’s vein, praying she could call on Claire’s services one more time before it was too late.
Muse: Valkyrie Steed
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (OC)
Words: 915