Zombies!!!
Back into the fray...
“Crisis averted,” Buffy said with satisfaction as she dropped her sword near the door. “We turned them all into piles of broken bones. Yay us!” She looked around the room at the solemn faces staring back at her. “What? We did good; Skeleton army all gone.” She turned to Spike, loitering in the hallway. “Right? We got them all?”
“Not what the long faces in here are sayin’, Slayer.” He fixed a hard eye on Giles. “Holdin’ out on us, were you, Rupert?”
“Nonsense!” Giles said, glaring at the unrepentant vampire. “I’ve just received more information that indicates….”
Buffy threw herself on the couch with a groan. “You’re about to ruin my day, aren’t you?”
“Possibly the rest of the week…” Willow put in timidly. Buffy straightened and stood as Spike came to stand by her and glare at Giles.
“What?”
“What the bloody hell?”
Glaring back at Spike, Giles said, “It seems that the skeletons were only the first wave. The next batch of animated dead fighters is going to be-”
“Please tell me you’re going to say ‘vampires’,” Buffy begged. “If the next word out of your mouth is-”
“Zombies!” Xander offered with a helpful wave.
“That was the word I didn’t want to hear. I HATE zombies!”
Xander shifted his eyes to Spike. “Isn’t that kind of what evil undead there is? A corpse that won’t stay lying down?”
Spike growled and bared his teeth. “I don’t eat brains,” he said, clearly offended. “And none of my body parts are fallin’ off.”
“If you don’t get your hand off my ass, you could be losing an important body part,” Buffy hissed in his ear. “I thought we agreed you’d keep your hands to yourself in front of… well, everybody.”
“Sorry, love. It was just right there in front of me and I forgot….” He straightened up, announcing, “All right, then. The slayer and I will head back out to slay zombies.” He turned to Giles. “How do we do it?”
“Um… well, we were just researching that…” He glanced at Buffy. “How did you do it before?”
“I smashed that stupid mask that Mom brought home.”
“I see. So, you will need to locate the object that is being used to animate them and destroy it.”
“Or I could just set fire to them,” Buffy said, taking Spike’s lighter from his pocket and flicking it on and off.
“Well, yes, that could-”
“We’ll need gasoline, luv. Lots of it. Best leave now to start organizing our weapons.” He tried to encourage Buffy in the direction of the door. “You lot just concentrate on figuring out what the object might be and where it is. Slayer and I are going out to set bonfires.”
~~~~~~~~~~
Hours later, when Sunnydale was dotted with smoldering piles of dead, decomposing flesh, Buffy and Spike paused to congratulate each other.
“Bloody brilliant of you, pet. Storing the petrol all over town so we'd always had some handy.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have thought of it if you hadn’t said we could use gasoline to burn bunches of them at one time.”
“Make a bloody good team, don’t we?”
“We do,” she agreed, moving willingly into his embrace. “And we’ve got some time to kill before you have to go hide from the sun…”
“Could hide in my crypt,” he crooned, nuzzling her ear. “Only dead body there is much more alive than any of these wankers ever were.” He pressed the proof of his vitality against her as he whispered in her ear.
“Mmmmmm,” she responded. “Sounds like a plan. Race you there.”
“Crisis averted,” Buffy said with satisfaction as she dropped her sword near the door. “We turned them all into piles of broken bones. Yay us!” She looked around the room at the solemn faces staring back at her. “What? We did good; Skeleton army all gone.” She turned to Spike, loitering in the hallway. “Right? We got them all?”
“Not what the long faces in here are sayin’, Slayer.” He fixed a hard eye on Giles. “Holdin’ out on us, were you, Rupert?”
“Nonsense!” Giles said, glaring at the unrepentant vampire. “I’ve just received more information that indicates….”
Buffy threw herself on the couch with a groan. “You’re about to ruin my day, aren’t you?”
“Possibly the rest of the week…” Willow put in timidly. Buffy straightened and stood as Spike came to stand by her and glare at Giles.
“What?”
“What the bloody hell?”
Glaring back at Spike, Giles said, “It seems that the skeletons were only the first wave. The next batch of animated dead fighters is going to be-”
“Please tell me you’re going to say ‘vampires’,” Buffy begged. “If the next word out of your mouth is-”
“Zombies!” Xander offered with a helpful wave.
“That was the word I didn’t want to hear. I HATE zombies!”
Xander shifted his eyes to Spike. “Isn’t that kind of what evil undead there is? A corpse that won’t stay lying down?”
Spike growled and bared his teeth. “I don’t eat brains,” he said, clearly offended. “And none of my body parts are fallin’ off.”
“If you don’t get your hand off my ass, you could be losing an important body part,” Buffy hissed in his ear. “I thought we agreed you’d keep your hands to yourself in front of… well, everybody.”
“Sorry, love. It was just right there in front of me and I forgot….” He straightened up, announcing, “All right, then. The slayer and I will head back out to slay zombies.” He turned to Giles. “How do we do it?”
“Um… well, we were just researching that…” He glanced at Buffy. “How did you do it before?”
“I smashed that stupid mask that Mom brought home.”
“I see. So, you will need to locate the object that is being used to animate them and destroy it.”
“Or I could just set fire to them,” Buffy said, taking Spike’s lighter from his pocket and flicking it on and off.
“Well, yes, that could-”
“We’ll need gasoline, luv. Lots of it. Best leave now to start organizing our weapons.” He tried to encourage Buffy in the direction of the door. “You lot just concentrate on figuring out what the object might be and where it is. Slayer and I are going out to set bonfires.”
~~~~~~~~~~
Hours later, when Sunnydale was dotted with smoldering piles of dead, decomposing flesh, Buffy and Spike paused to congratulate each other.
“Bloody brilliant of you, pet. Storing the petrol all over town so we'd always had some handy.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have thought of it if you hadn’t said we could use gasoline to burn bunches of them at one time.”
“Make a bloody good team, don’t we?”
“We do,” she agreed, moving willingly into his embrace. “And we’ve got some time to kill before you have to go hide from the sun…”
“Could hide in my crypt,” he crooned, nuzzling her ear. “Only dead body there is much more alive than any of these wankers ever were.” He pressed the proof of his vitality against her as he whispered in her ear.
“Mmmmmm,” she responded. “Sounds like a plan. Race you there.”