Not My Vampire!
I don't think I posted anything about revenants yet, did I? These are beginning to all run together in my brain... I actually had to go look and see what the last one was that I posted. So, here's that contribution, which I suspect is going to lead right into wights and the dragon, so it may seem to end a little abruptly, but if I'd kept going, I'd be into something else. :)
REVENANTS
Wearing his fangs and wrinkles, Spike paced beside Buffy as she stomped her way toward the forbidding looking tower in which Mortifex was hiding. As they approached, something that looked like a cross between a vampire and a zombie approached and silently headed straight for Buffy. She removed its head with one swipe of her sword, barely acknowledging it’s presence.
“Okay, most vamps are pretty ugly - present company excepted,” she said with a sidelong glance at Spike’s distorted face. “But that was just above and beyond ugly. What was that thing?”
“Probably a revenant,” Spike said. “It’s about the only dead thing he hasn’t raised yet… unless that tower is full of other liches….”
“A revenant. Isn’t that like a zombie?”
“Bit more solid, better able to think and act independently. Not quite a vamp, though. There’s no demon animating the body, just the warlock’s mojo.”
“Well, they’re gross. Oh look, here come more of them!” Moving slightly apart, Spike and Buffy began to hack their way through the small army of shambling revenants between them and the open door of the tower. It was slow, messy work, as removing the heads seemed to be the only way to assure that they remained down. It took them a good half an hour to chop their way to the entrance and to dispose of the vampires waiting there. Finally, they were inside the tower and facing a tall, gaunt figure in long robes.
Surrounding him were a collection of smaller, but similarly clad images that kept fading in and out. Spike leaned in and whispered to Buffy. “Looks like he’s not quite strong enough to keep them here. That’s good for us. Means they probably can’t help him out that much, magic-wise.”
Mortifex glared at Spike. “I gave you specific instructions, Vampire. Why is this creature still alive to bother me?”
“You’ve got some control of the dead man I was, you stupid git. My demon is as alive as… well a good bit more alive than you are, now that I think on it. You’ve got no control over him. And he’s right fond of the Slayer. Has no desire to see her dead.”
“I knew vampires wouldn’t get the job done,” Mortfex grumbled. “Stupid disobedient demons with their own opinions. But that’s all right, we’re not done yet!” He gestured to his back-up squad of barely visible dead sorcerers, frowning when Spike and Buffy just laughed. “Go,” he said. “I’m allowing you to leave here unharmed.”
Buffy glanced at Spike. “He wants us to leave? But I haven’t slayed him yet.”
“Think he may already be dead, love,” Spike whispered. “Didn’t the Watcher tell you what to do when you got to him?”
“Uh… no?”
Spike began swearing in several languages, pausing only to take her hand and pull her back out the door.
“We’ll be back!” Buffy said with a wave as she allowed herself to be yanked away.
REVENANTS
Wearing his fangs and wrinkles, Spike paced beside Buffy as she stomped her way toward the forbidding looking tower in which Mortifex was hiding. As they approached, something that looked like a cross between a vampire and a zombie approached and silently headed straight for Buffy. She removed its head with one swipe of her sword, barely acknowledging it’s presence.
“Okay, most vamps are pretty ugly - present company excepted,” she said with a sidelong glance at Spike’s distorted face. “But that was just above and beyond ugly. What was that thing?”
“Probably a revenant,” Spike said. “It’s about the only dead thing he hasn’t raised yet… unless that tower is full of other liches….”
“A revenant. Isn’t that like a zombie?”
“Bit more solid, better able to think and act independently. Not quite a vamp, though. There’s no demon animating the body, just the warlock’s mojo.”
“Well, they’re gross. Oh look, here come more of them!” Moving slightly apart, Spike and Buffy began to hack their way through the small army of shambling revenants between them and the open door of the tower. It was slow, messy work, as removing the heads seemed to be the only way to assure that they remained down. It took them a good half an hour to chop their way to the entrance and to dispose of the vampires waiting there. Finally, they were inside the tower and facing a tall, gaunt figure in long robes.
Surrounding him were a collection of smaller, but similarly clad images that kept fading in and out. Spike leaned in and whispered to Buffy. “Looks like he’s not quite strong enough to keep them here. That’s good for us. Means they probably can’t help him out that much, magic-wise.”
Mortifex glared at Spike. “I gave you specific instructions, Vampire. Why is this creature still alive to bother me?”
“You’ve got some control of the dead man I was, you stupid git. My demon is as alive as… well a good bit more alive than you are, now that I think on it. You’ve got no control over him. And he’s right fond of the Slayer. Has no desire to see her dead.”
“I knew vampires wouldn’t get the job done,” Mortfex grumbled. “Stupid disobedient demons with their own opinions. But that’s all right, we’re not done yet!” He gestured to his back-up squad of barely visible dead sorcerers, frowning when Spike and Buffy just laughed. “Go,” he said. “I’m allowing you to leave here unharmed.”
Buffy glanced at Spike. “He wants us to leave? But I haven’t slayed him yet.”
“Think he may already be dead, love,” Spike whispered. “Didn’t the Watcher tell you what to do when you got to him?”
“Uh… no?”
Spike began swearing in several languages, pausing only to take her hand and pull her back out the door.
“We’ll be back!” Buffy said with a wave as she allowed herself to be yanked away.