A Twisted Perspective: Chapter 6
Fic: A Twisted Perspective
Title: A Twisted Perspective
Author: emmalinell
Chapter: 6/?
Pairings: S/B (obviously), a background S/Dru, Angelus/Darla
Rating: PG-13 so far
Warnings: Rose-tinted view on a bloody world. All the violence is pretty much... sugar coated, and you'll see why.
Summary: In a world where Angelus never lost his soul, he and his three family members are on a massacre. They find a baby, which Drusilla insists on keeping with them. What better way to keep safe from the slayer than to raise her?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, as you all should know. No ownage, I claim nothing.
All Available Chapters: www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml
Chapter 6
Buffy leaned back in her seat, bored out of her mind. “Seeing a headless teacher wasn’t the highlight of my day.” The counselor, Mr. Smithers, nodded, writing something down. Brown hair was in a buzz cut, brown eyes dull and eerily empty, and his body was rail thin. He wasn't an ideal person to talk to. “I didn’t even actually see the body. But I think the best way to respect his memory is to do good in his class, and I can’t do that if I’m not in his class. Please, may I go?”
“Alright,” said Mr. Smithers, who seemed bored himself, Mr. Flooty constantly putting said counselor to work.
Buffy sighed with relief, making her way to Biology class. She paused, looking through the window. Ms. French’s head turned all the way around, eyes locking. The breath rushed from the slayer, who quickly stood out of the window’s view.
~
“Buffy, are you sure?”
“Yes, Giles, I’m sure.” She suddenly stopped, showing a page in a book to Giles and Willow. “See? A Praying Mantis.”
“But, Buffy,” said Willow, hesitantly, “Ms. French is too big and human to be a bug, isn’t she?”
“Willow is quite right.” Giles paused, eyes suddenly lighting up. “But I do know of a man who may help us. It will only take a moment.” He quickly rushed to the phone, punching in a number.
Buffy settled down beside Willow. “How’s life treating you?”
“Alright, I guess,” said Willow. “I mean, aside from living on a Hellmouth and all. You?”
“Same. Where’s Xander?”
“Oh, he went home already.”
“Are you sure? Because I heard that that Justin guy never came home yesterday. He went to do a project with Ms. French at her house.”
Giles reentered the room. “A she-mantis. They come in the form of a beautiful woman, and pull in young virgin males. They mate with and kill them.”
Buffy sat back in her chair, relaxing. “That’s good. After all, Xander’s-”
“Going to die!” Willow got to her feet, rushing for the door.
Buffy sighed, following after. Having friends was so difficult. She always had to save them from something.
Still, it was worth it. “Giles, can you get me a tape of bat sonar? And a giant axe, please?”
~
“That was a waste of time,” said Buffy, turning from the door.
“It appears that Ms. French is, indeed, not her real name,” Giles said, redundantly.
Willow was jittery, flinching at every small sound. “We have to do something. What do we do? I’m gonna start banging on doors!”
“Got a better plan.”
Buffy turned around. “Spike?”
“You never came home,” he said. “Angelus told me to go n’ find you. Got anything that smells of the boy?”
Willow quickly dug in her bag, pulling out a napkin. “He used this to blow his nose.” At the weird looks she got, she ducked her head. “There weren’t any trash cans around.”
Spike took it, sniffing it. He quickly handed the disgusting rag back. “Does smell like him.”
“You can trace him by smell?” asked Willow, eyes both hopeful and disbelieving.
“You are a vampire,” said Giles. “And you’re helping us.”
“Shut up, you old git,” Spike ordered. “Follow me. Kinda hard to trace, but he’s near.” He took Buffy’s hand. “And you have got to tell me what’s going on. Something about a teacher stealing your friend?”
“She’s a giant bug,” Buffy explained. “A praying mantis. She’s going to mate with Xander and bite his head off if we don’t get there in time.”
“Hurry then!” Willow urged.
Spike laughed. “Somebody’s got a crush, don’t they?”
“H-he’s my best friend,” said Willow, the blush heard in her voice.
Spike stopped before a picket-fence gated house. “This’d be it.”
Buffy looked through a window, spotting Xander. He had his arms tied above his head, a giant praying mantis before him. Ew. Buffy let her fist fly, breaking glass, before doing a flip and getting inside, landing on her feet. She lifted up the tape recorder. “Hey, Ms. French!” The bug looked up. “I heard that bat sonar really messes up your nervous system.” She flicked it on. A weird, boring tape came on. “Giles!”
“The other side!”
It was knocked from her hands. She jumped, ducked, and dodged hits. The sound of bat sonar suddenly filled the air. Buffy swung her axe, chopping Ms. French into pieces. She helped Xander from the ties. “Someone get Justin out of that cage.”
~
“A giant Praying Mantis demon,” Angelus repeated. “Interesting. Did you see Darla while you were out?”
“I haven’t seen her for a while,” said Buffy, snuggling closer to Spike. “Is she with that Master guy?”
“Probably,” said Spike. “Sire or not, the git looks bloody wretched. Wouldn’t serve him for a million dollars, I tell you.”
“If Drusilla were in that position, you would serve her,” Buffy argued. “Because she’s your sire, and you love her, right?”
Spike shifted uncomfortably. “Dunno. A world ruled by a bird as crazy as Dru? Even I know better than that.”
“She’s been dragging in men off the street,” Angelus informed. “I barely managed to persuade her not to turn them. She probably wants a replacement for you.”
“Replacement? I’m not bloody replaceable!”
“You did stop paying attention to her,” Buffy agreed. “More and more, since my twelfth birthday.”
“But she chose me special. Said so herself.”
“She chose you because you were poetic, sappy, and foolish,” Angelus said, flippantly. “All the things necessary to be able to not only deal with her, but adore her. You were also codependent, making you the perfect permanent childe. Even as a master vampire, you were more of a fledgling to her.”
Spike growled, only relaxing when Buffy placed soothing kisses to his neck, lust replacing rage. “Stop that. Can’t... bloody... think.”
Buffy rested her head back against his chest. “You were saying?”
“Saying?”
“About Drusilla?”
Spike sighed. “Angelus is probably right. My mum died, and I just let Dru fill up the space, and more. Got all needy-”
He’s still needy, just towards me, Buffy thought to herself, remembering how he had acted when being unable to drive her to school. She wisely kept her words to herself.
“-I guess. Pathetic, for a Master vampire. Which I would be fine with, if she didn’t use and cheat on me.” He ran a hand through Buffy’s hair. “Wonder if you’ll still need me when you’re turned.”
“I’m going to be your childe,” Buffy said. “I’ll need you as much as you need me, even after being changed.”
“That so?” She could hear the relief in his voice. Her words had clearly soothed him. “Good. Was worried I’d have to turn you into a different kinda demon, where you keep your soul.”
“You really are pathetic,” said Angelus, getting to his feet. “Luckily, you can get away with it. I’m going to see what’s going on with the Master.”
Buffy waited until the door was shut before getting to her feet, bones cracking as she stretched. He was soon up as well. “Dinner time for you, innit?”
“Breakfast time for you, innit?” she said, mimicking his speech. “I want to eat together. I don’t want you to go hunting and leave me here.”
“You can’t come with?”
“Homework. I’m lucky Dad didn’t get mad that I didn’t go straight home,” said Buffy. “My friend was about to be raped and eaten alive by a bug, though.” She watched with confusion as he made his way to the fridge. “You’re gonna eat pizza with me?”
“A bit. We’ve got bagged blood, too, remember?”
She had forgotten. “Oh, yeah. Where’d you get it?”
“Extra from anyone Dru drags in. She never finishes them. Think it’s so she can eat more. And you know Angelus doesn’t like to waste good food without a good reason.”
“Like a massacre, torture, or revenge,” said Buffy. He placed two mugs on the table, and the box of refrigerated olive pizza. Buffy sat beside him, picking up a slice of pizza. She glanced at him from the side of her eye as he dipped a slice in his mug. She loved to watch him eat human food. It was always so interesting. She took a sip of her orange juice. “I want to sleep with you tonight.”
He choked on his drink, despite the fact that he didn’t need air. He seemed to forget that, though, and was always breathing out of habit, even after almost two hundred years of not needing it. She was intrigued to see him finally manage to swallow. “B-Buffy, I don’t think Angelus would approve.”
“Approve what?” Wait. I want to sleep with you tonight. She swatted at him. “I didn’t mean that, pervert. I meant the beside you kind of sleeping with you.”
He looked both relieved and put out. “Of course. Gotta get my mind outta the gutter, yeah?”
“Unfortunately,” she agreed, wistfully. She finished off her pizza, pulling her homework out and onto the table. “Don’t drip blood on it. I won’t be able to explain it to my teacher. How much do you know about the French Revolution?”
“We vampires stayed away from it, if we could help it,” Spike answered. “They were chopping heads off, you see. Not the kind of thing we can survive. What page?”
~
Buffy slipped beneath the blankets, happily burying her face in Spike’s pillow. It smelled just like him. Cigarettes, leather, and the unidentifiable smell of the shampoo he uses. She looked up when she sensed his presence. She raised a brow at his state of undress. He wore nothing but a pair of black boxers. Granted, he was incredibly sexy, but wasn’t that of the bad at the moment? “You have to put a shirt on,” she stated. “I want to lick you.”
Spike crawled into bed beside her, holding her chest flush against his, blue eyes piercing into her emerald. “Go right ahead, love.”
“Angelus will be mad,” she argued, the words more automatic, not fully processing in her brain. “Wow, you have beautiful eyes. So blue, and deep, and entrancing. I could just stare into them forever.”
“Me too, princess.”
She pressed her lips to his, gently, the mere touch of lips on lips sending pleasant tingles throughout her veins. She relaxed as a hand ran through her hair. “Love you, Spike.”
“Love you, too, Buffy.”
~
Sort of warm; extremely comfortable and safe. She snuggled closer, burying her face in whatever it was.
“Buffy. Get up for school.”
“Comfy,” she said, unthinkingly.
“Buffy.”
It was said harsher this time. She groaned. “Fine, Daddy. Getting up.” She opened her eyes, finding herself in Spike’s tight embrace. He always had a hard time waking up in the morning, unsurprisingly. Buffy had never caught Angelus asleep, and didn’t know how he did it. Maybe he had a Buffy sensor, that awoke him every time she was near. She wouldn’t put it past him.
She placed a kiss on Spike’s messy blond locks, managing to pull free of his grip and get out of bed.
She went downstairs, turning from the living room into the kitchen. As usual, all the curtains were drawn shut. She searched the cupboard, pulling out a box of See’s Candy. Score.
“That’s not for breakfast.”
Buffy turned around. Angelus was always about her eating real food for breakfast. “You’re a vampire. How do you know this doesn’t have the right nutrients in it?”
“Because I read the ingredients,” he answered. “Eat a waffle. You asked me to buy them for you, so eat them.”
Buffy put a candy into her backpack. “Can you put the waffle in the toaster for me, while I take a shower?”
“Do it yourself,” he ordered.
“But I’m not even eating chocolate for breakfast, and I have a lot to do in the morning.”
“...fine. This once. Go get in the shower.”
~
Buffy finished tying her shoes, getting to her feet. “Can Spike come with?”
“Go get him.”
Buffy rushed up the stairs, tugging on a sleeping Spike’s arm. “C’mon, Spike. Wake up.”
“Buffy?” He blinked, clearly drowsy. “There a fire?”
“There’s school,” she said. “Dad said you could come with to drop me off.”
He was on his feet in an instant, pulling on the first things he could find from his dresser.
~
“Thanks,” Buffy said to Angelus. She shared a brief kiss with Spike. “You just came with for the kiss, didn’t you?”
“You know it,” he answered, smirking. She handed him a blanket, reaching for the door.
“Buffy,” said Angelus, halting her movements. “I heard something about a Harvest coming up, whatever that is. It has to do with the Master. I think you should run it by your watcher.”
“Darla will be right mad if she finds out you’re working against the Master,” Spike said, smugly.
“We were all better off when the Master was stuck in that dimension, away from us.”
“You’re just mad you aren’t getting any,” Spike taunted.
“Neither are you, Spike.”
Buffy climbed out of the car, snickering. “Play nice, children.” Angelus scowled at her, Spike instantly yelling an indignant retort.
Title: A Twisted Perspective
Author: emmalinell
Chapter: 6/?
Pairings: S/B (obviously), a background S/Dru, Angelus/Darla
Rating: PG-13 so far
Warnings: Rose-tinted view on a bloody world. All the violence is pretty much... sugar coated, and you'll see why.
Summary: In a world where Angelus never lost his soul, he and his three family members are on a massacre. They find a baby, which Drusilla insists on keeping with them. What better way to keep safe from the slayer than to raise her?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, as you all should know. No ownage, I claim nothing.
All Available Chapters: www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml
Chapter 6
Buffy leaned back in her seat, bored out of her mind. “Seeing a headless teacher wasn’t the highlight of my day.” The counselor, Mr. Smithers, nodded, writing something down. Brown hair was in a buzz cut, brown eyes dull and eerily empty, and his body was rail thin. He wasn't an ideal person to talk to. “I didn’t even actually see the body. But I think the best way to respect his memory is to do good in his class, and I can’t do that if I’m not in his class. Please, may I go?”
“Alright,” said Mr. Smithers, who seemed bored himself, Mr. Flooty constantly putting said counselor to work.
Buffy sighed with relief, making her way to Biology class. She paused, looking through the window. Ms. French’s head turned all the way around, eyes locking. The breath rushed from the slayer, who quickly stood out of the window’s view.
~
“Buffy, are you sure?”
“Yes, Giles, I’m sure.” She suddenly stopped, showing a page in a book to Giles and Willow. “See? A Praying Mantis.”
“But, Buffy,” said Willow, hesitantly, “Ms. French is too big and human to be a bug, isn’t she?”
“Willow is quite right.” Giles paused, eyes suddenly lighting up. “But I do know of a man who may help us. It will only take a moment.” He quickly rushed to the phone, punching in a number.
Buffy settled down beside Willow. “How’s life treating you?”
“Alright, I guess,” said Willow. “I mean, aside from living on a Hellmouth and all. You?”
“Same. Where’s Xander?”
“Oh, he went home already.”
“Are you sure? Because I heard that that Justin guy never came home yesterday. He went to do a project with Ms. French at her house.”
Giles reentered the room. “A she-mantis. They come in the form of a beautiful woman, and pull in young virgin males. They mate with and kill them.”
Buffy sat back in her chair, relaxing. “That’s good. After all, Xander’s-”
“Going to die!” Willow got to her feet, rushing for the door.
Buffy sighed, following after. Having friends was so difficult. She always had to save them from something.
Still, it was worth it. “Giles, can you get me a tape of bat sonar? And a giant axe, please?”
~
“That was a waste of time,” said Buffy, turning from the door.
“It appears that Ms. French is, indeed, not her real name,” Giles said, redundantly.
Willow was jittery, flinching at every small sound. “We have to do something. What do we do? I’m gonna start banging on doors!”
“Got a better plan.”
Buffy turned around. “Spike?”
“You never came home,” he said. “Angelus told me to go n’ find you. Got anything that smells of the boy?”
Willow quickly dug in her bag, pulling out a napkin. “He used this to blow his nose.” At the weird looks she got, she ducked her head. “There weren’t any trash cans around.”
Spike took it, sniffing it. He quickly handed the disgusting rag back. “Does smell like him.”
“You can trace him by smell?” asked Willow, eyes both hopeful and disbelieving.
“You are a vampire,” said Giles. “And you’re helping us.”
“Shut up, you old git,” Spike ordered. “Follow me. Kinda hard to trace, but he’s near.” He took Buffy’s hand. “And you have got to tell me what’s going on. Something about a teacher stealing your friend?”
“She’s a giant bug,” Buffy explained. “A praying mantis. She’s going to mate with Xander and bite his head off if we don’t get there in time.”
“Hurry then!” Willow urged.
Spike laughed. “Somebody’s got a crush, don’t they?”
“H-he’s my best friend,” said Willow, the blush heard in her voice.
Spike stopped before a picket-fence gated house. “This’d be it.”
Buffy looked through a window, spotting Xander. He had his arms tied above his head, a giant praying mantis before him. Ew. Buffy let her fist fly, breaking glass, before doing a flip and getting inside, landing on her feet. She lifted up the tape recorder. “Hey, Ms. French!” The bug looked up. “I heard that bat sonar really messes up your nervous system.” She flicked it on. A weird, boring tape came on. “Giles!”
“The other side!”
It was knocked from her hands. She jumped, ducked, and dodged hits. The sound of bat sonar suddenly filled the air. Buffy swung her axe, chopping Ms. French into pieces. She helped Xander from the ties. “Someone get Justin out of that cage.”
~
“A giant Praying Mantis demon,” Angelus repeated. “Interesting. Did you see Darla while you were out?”
“I haven’t seen her for a while,” said Buffy, snuggling closer to Spike. “Is she with that Master guy?”
“Probably,” said Spike. “Sire or not, the git looks bloody wretched. Wouldn’t serve him for a million dollars, I tell you.”
“If Drusilla were in that position, you would serve her,” Buffy argued. “Because she’s your sire, and you love her, right?”
Spike shifted uncomfortably. “Dunno. A world ruled by a bird as crazy as Dru? Even I know better than that.”
“She’s been dragging in men off the street,” Angelus informed. “I barely managed to persuade her not to turn them. She probably wants a replacement for you.”
“Replacement? I’m not bloody replaceable!”
“You did stop paying attention to her,” Buffy agreed. “More and more, since my twelfth birthday.”
“But she chose me special. Said so herself.”
“She chose you because you were poetic, sappy, and foolish,” Angelus said, flippantly. “All the things necessary to be able to not only deal with her, but adore her. You were also codependent, making you the perfect permanent childe. Even as a master vampire, you were more of a fledgling to her.”
Spike growled, only relaxing when Buffy placed soothing kisses to his neck, lust replacing rage. “Stop that. Can’t... bloody... think.”
Buffy rested her head back against his chest. “You were saying?”
“Saying?”
“About Drusilla?”
Spike sighed. “Angelus is probably right. My mum died, and I just let Dru fill up the space, and more. Got all needy-”
He’s still needy, just towards me, Buffy thought to herself, remembering how he had acted when being unable to drive her to school. She wisely kept her words to herself.
“-I guess. Pathetic, for a Master vampire. Which I would be fine with, if she didn’t use and cheat on me.” He ran a hand through Buffy’s hair. “Wonder if you’ll still need me when you’re turned.”
“I’m going to be your childe,” Buffy said. “I’ll need you as much as you need me, even after being changed.”
“That so?” She could hear the relief in his voice. Her words had clearly soothed him. “Good. Was worried I’d have to turn you into a different kinda demon, where you keep your soul.”
“You really are pathetic,” said Angelus, getting to his feet. “Luckily, you can get away with it. I’m going to see what’s going on with the Master.”
Buffy waited until the door was shut before getting to her feet, bones cracking as she stretched. He was soon up as well. “Dinner time for you, innit?”
“Breakfast time for you, innit?” she said, mimicking his speech. “I want to eat together. I don’t want you to go hunting and leave me here.”
“You can’t come with?”
“Homework. I’m lucky Dad didn’t get mad that I didn’t go straight home,” said Buffy. “My friend was about to be raped and eaten alive by a bug, though.” She watched with confusion as he made his way to the fridge. “You’re gonna eat pizza with me?”
“A bit. We’ve got bagged blood, too, remember?”
She had forgotten. “Oh, yeah. Where’d you get it?”
“Extra from anyone Dru drags in. She never finishes them. Think it’s so she can eat more. And you know Angelus doesn’t like to waste good food without a good reason.”
“Like a massacre, torture, or revenge,” said Buffy. He placed two mugs on the table, and the box of refrigerated olive pizza. Buffy sat beside him, picking up a slice of pizza. She glanced at him from the side of her eye as he dipped a slice in his mug. She loved to watch him eat human food. It was always so interesting. She took a sip of her orange juice. “I want to sleep with you tonight.”
He choked on his drink, despite the fact that he didn’t need air. He seemed to forget that, though, and was always breathing out of habit, even after almost two hundred years of not needing it. She was intrigued to see him finally manage to swallow. “B-Buffy, I don’t think Angelus would approve.”
“Approve what?” Wait. I want to sleep with you tonight. She swatted at him. “I didn’t mean that, pervert. I meant the beside you kind of sleeping with you.”
He looked both relieved and put out. “Of course. Gotta get my mind outta the gutter, yeah?”
“Unfortunately,” she agreed, wistfully. She finished off her pizza, pulling her homework out and onto the table. “Don’t drip blood on it. I won’t be able to explain it to my teacher. How much do you know about the French Revolution?”
“We vampires stayed away from it, if we could help it,” Spike answered. “They were chopping heads off, you see. Not the kind of thing we can survive. What page?”
~
Buffy slipped beneath the blankets, happily burying her face in Spike’s pillow. It smelled just like him. Cigarettes, leather, and the unidentifiable smell of the shampoo he uses. She looked up when she sensed his presence. She raised a brow at his state of undress. He wore nothing but a pair of black boxers. Granted, he was incredibly sexy, but wasn’t that of the bad at the moment? “You have to put a shirt on,” she stated. “I want to lick you.”
Spike crawled into bed beside her, holding her chest flush against his, blue eyes piercing into her emerald. “Go right ahead, love.”
“Angelus will be mad,” she argued, the words more automatic, not fully processing in her brain. “Wow, you have beautiful eyes. So blue, and deep, and entrancing. I could just stare into them forever.”
“Me too, princess.”
She pressed her lips to his, gently, the mere touch of lips on lips sending pleasant tingles throughout her veins. She relaxed as a hand ran through her hair. “Love you, Spike.”
“Love you, too, Buffy.”
~
Sort of warm; extremely comfortable and safe. She snuggled closer, burying her face in whatever it was.
“Buffy. Get up for school.”
“Comfy,” she said, unthinkingly.
“Buffy.”
It was said harsher this time. She groaned. “Fine, Daddy. Getting up.” She opened her eyes, finding herself in Spike’s tight embrace. He always had a hard time waking up in the morning, unsurprisingly. Buffy had never caught Angelus asleep, and didn’t know how he did it. Maybe he had a Buffy sensor, that awoke him every time she was near. She wouldn’t put it past him.
She placed a kiss on Spike’s messy blond locks, managing to pull free of his grip and get out of bed.
She went downstairs, turning from the living room into the kitchen. As usual, all the curtains were drawn shut. She searched the cupboard, pulling out a box of See’s Candy. Score.
“That’s not for breakfast.”
Buffy turned around. Angelus was always about her eating real food for breakfast. “You’re a vampire. How do you know this doesn’t have the right nutrients in it?”
“Because I read the ingredients,” he answered. “Eat a waffle. You asked me to buy them for you, so eat them.”
Buffy put a candy into her backpack. “Can you put the waffle in the toaster for me, while I take a shower?”
“Do it yourself,” he ordered.
“But I’m not even eating chocolate for breakfast, and I have a lot to do in the morning.”
“...fine. This once. Go get in the shower.”
~
Buffy finished tying her shoes, getting to her feet. “Can Spike come with?”
“Go get him.”
Buffy rushed up the stairs, tugging on a sleeping Spike’s arm. “C’mon, Spike. Wake up.”
“Buffy?” He blinked, clearly drowsy. “There a fire?”
“There’s school,” she said. “Dad said you could come with to drop me off.”
He was on his feet in an instant, pulling on the first things he could find from his dresser.
~
“Thanks,” Buffy said to Angelus. She shared a brief kiss with Spike. “You just came with for the kiss, didn’t you?”
“You know it,” he answered, smirking. She handed him a blanket, reaching for the door.
“Buffy,” said Angelus, halting her movements. “I heard something about a Harvest coming up, whatever that is. It has to do with the Master. I think you should run it by your watcher.”
“Darla will be right mad if she finds out you’re working against the Master,” Spike said, smugly.
“We were all better off when the Master was stuck in that dimension, away from us.”
“You’re just mad you aren’t getting any,” Spike taunted.
“Neither are you, Spike.”
Buffy climbed out of the car, snickering. “Play nice, children.” Angelus scowled at her, Spike instantly yelling an indignant retort.