Prompt: Don't go Near the Fortress of Fear (AU)
Prompt: Don't go Near the Fortress of Fear
Setting: Pre-series AU
Rating: PG
Words: 530
Buffy huddled closer to Tyler, shivering (unnecessarily dramatically) at every grunt and groan coming from the mansion ahead. On either side of her, Kimberly and Nicole snuggled their boyfriends, screaming a little every time somebody up ahead did, then nudging Buffy and each other. She grinned and giggled with them. Getting into the atmosphere of a haunted house was half, or possibly all, the fun. Not to mention a good excuse to make with the cuddlies.
“Don’t worry, ladies. I’ll protect you,” Tyler said, flexing. He smiled down at Buffy and whispered, “Actually, I plan on sacrificing them to protect you, but don’t tell them that.”
Buffy batted her eyelashes at him. “My hero,” she said, then shivered, a real shiver. Before she could say anything, Tyler slipped his Hemery High jacket off and draped it about her shoulders. She smiled her thanks at him, and leaned back into his embrace, glad to have such a thoughtful boyfriend. And to think she’d been thinking about dumping him for Jeffrey!
Soon it was their turn, and the small group entered through the creaking wooden door, whispering and giggling and poking each other. They split off into twos in the dark corridor, Buffy and Tyler lagging behind to make out a little in the relative privacy. “Come on,” Buffy said after a minute. “We’d better get going before they send the next group through.”
She grabbed his hand they hurried ahead, stopping to scream at the appropriate times. “Are you scared?” Tyler said after she’d screamed particularly loudly at a zombie that had jumped out at them.
“Not with you here,” Buffy said, smiling coyly at him.
Tyler leaned down to kiss her, but looked up with a startled, “Hey!”
“You should be scared,” the guy standing between them said. “I’d be very scared if I were you.”
Buffy glared at the man. He wasn’t dressed up at all; just a regular guy, in black jeans and tee, and a big black coat. And really stupid bleached hair. “Go back to your own group, loser,” she said, as haughtily as she could.
“Hmmm - no,” he said.
Tyler drew himself up, standing a good three inches over the other man. “You heard the lady. Get lost, before I make you.”
“Before you make me, eh?” The man reached out, lightening-fast, and holy shit threw Tyler against the wall so hard, he hit his head and slumped to the ground, unmoving.
Buffy tried to run to him, but the man got in her way. “Where are you going, love?”
“I’m calling the cops, mister,” she said. “You have got serious issues.”
He laughed, and then his face changed. “Do I now?” he said, chuckling at her aghast look.
Buffy thought about screaming, or running, or anything but what she did next: she punched the man, right in the nose. As hard as she could.
To her surprise, he flew back, and crashed into the wall. Buffy looked down at her hand in surprise. “Did I do that?” It didn’t even hurt! She looked up to see the man climbing to his feet, a maniacal grin on his disfigured face.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” he said.
Setting: Pre-series AU
Rating: PG
Words: 530
Buffy huddled closer to Tyler, shivering (unnecessarily dramatically) at every grunt and groan coming from the mansion ahead. On either side of her, Kimberly and Nicole snuggled their boyfriends, screaming a little every time somebody up ahead did, then nudging Buffy and each other. She grinned and giggled with them. Getting into the atmosphere of a haunted house was half, or possibly all, the fun. Not to mention a good excuse to make with the cuddlies.
“Don’t worry, ladies. I’ll protect you,” Tyler said, flexing. He smiled down at Buffy and whispered, “Actually, I plan on sacrificing them to protect you, but don’t tell them that.”
Buffy batted her eyelashes at him. “My hero,” she said, then shivered, a real shiver. Before she could say anything, Tyler slipped his Hemery High jacket off and draped it about her shoulders. She smiled her thanks at him, and leaned back into his embrace, glad to have such a thoughtful boyfriend. And to think she’d been thinking about dumping him for Jeffrey!
Soon it was their turn, and the small group entered through the creaking wooden door, whispering and giggling and poking each other. They split off into twos in the dark corridor, Buffy and Tyler lagging behind to make out a little in the relative privacy. “Come on,” Buffy said after a minute. “We’d better get going before they send the next group through.”
She grabbed his hand they hurried ahead, stopping to scream at the appropriate times. “Are you scared?” Tyler said after she’d screamed particularly loudly at a zombie that had jumped out at them.
“Not with you here,” Buffy said, smiling coyly at him.
Tyler leaned down to kiss her, but looked up with a startled, “Hey!”
“You should be scared,” the guy standing between them said. “I’d be very scared if I were you.”
Buffy glared at the man. He wasn’t dressed up at all; just a regular guy, in black jeans and tee, and a big black coat. And really stupid bleached hair. “Go back to your own group, loser,” she said, as haughtily as she could.
“Hmmm - no,” he said.
Tyler drew himself up, standing a good three inches over the other man. “You heard the lady. Get lost, before I make you.”
“Before you make me, eh?” The man reached out, lightening-fast, and holy shit threw Tyler against the wall so hard, he hit his head and slumped to the ground, unmoving.
Buffy tried to run to him, but the man got in her way. “Where are you going, love?”
“I’m calling the cops, mister,” she said. “You have got serious issues.”
He laughed, and then his face changed. “Do I now?” he said, chuckling at her aghast look.
Buffy thought about screaming, or running, or anything but what she did next: she punched the man, right in the nose. As hard as she could.
To her surprise, he flew back, and crashed into the wall. Buffy looked down at her hand in surprise. “Did I do that?” It didn’t even hurt! She looked up to see the man climbing to his feet, a maniacal grin on his disfigured face.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” he said.