I bite down on a squeak as my hands fly to my arse. "Miss Summers!" Good lord, I did not just squeak after all. "That is...is...highly in-inappropriate." For crying out loud! Sliding closer to the wall, my eyes dart around in the darkness. Bloody hell, of all the people to end up with...
Letting out a relieved sigh as Spike finally lights the damn thing, I let my eyes adjust. Squinting, I push my glasses up my nose and peer around. I'm not letting go of this wall though, it's a very good guide as it were. "Your bag?!" Glancing over my shoulder I give Buffy an incredulous look as Spike opens his smart mouth again. Don't those two ever stop? If I ever get back to earth I'm going to apologize profoundly to Angel and Gunn. I do believe Cordelia and I were never this bad though.
Wrinkling my nose, I sniff at Spike's words. "I don't smell anything." I'll bet Buffy does. This whole super sensing ability is betting tedious and extremely unfair. Sighing, I follow him carefully into the tunnel he chooses at the junction. "Any particular reason why we're taking this tunnel, Mister the Bloody?" Confused I follow him into a small cave and blink at the sight. "My word...Indeed."
Looked back at the others following me. Why the hell were they crawling for, was their eyesight that bad? There was enough room to move if you ducked your head a bit. Still, it was amusing as heck to watch them.
"Having fun practicing to be commandos?" I teased when they got close to me.
I clenched my jaw when she called me watchdog again though. I swear if I didn't have this soddin' chip in my head, things'd be different. I'd be making her take back every 'pathetic', 'loser', 'moron' name she'd ever called me.
"Hello! Slayer here! I want to see, move it. Move over dead and creepy ... Oh ... Whoa. Uh ..."
I rolled my eyes at her when she shoved me, she was tiny enough to get around me, but I guess she needed to touch me one more time. Yeah that was it.
"You think /I'm/ dead and creepy? Then what do you call those?"
I pointed to the desiccated cocoon shape things strewn about the cavern. They were large and each roughly the size of a humanoid, and judging by the smell coming off them, quite dead.
"Let's take a closer look." I moved into the room, at least this was interesting and got my mind off the fact that I was seriously famished and in need of a good feed soon.
"Children behave," I sigh. Hormonal teenagers. Ignoring both of them I roll my eyes and get up. Why the bloody hell were we crawling? Sodding vampire could've said something. Git. Now that my eyes are better adjusted to the darkness I glance around the cave we've reached. "Fascinating," I mutter, walking in after Spike.
"We'd better not touch anything, Miss Summers. One never knows what killed...err...those. And Mister the Bloody over there," I wave my hand dismissively in the general direction of Spike, "is already quite dead." He might get sick though, but we'll just have to cross that bridge when we get there. Since he's able to walk in the sun, who knows what else is possible here. Pushing up my glasses I approach one of the...bodies.
Now that I take a good look though, those weren't bodies. The bodies were *inside* the cocoons. And they were broken open and from the looks of it someone or something had a field day with what ever was inside. It's beyond recognition by now. Shivering, I shake my head. Quite nauseating, thank goodness I've learned to deal with that by now. "It would appear someone used these as some festive meal."
So watcher boy was fascinated? Next he'd be dissecting the things and giving lectures on them.
At least he moved in cautiously and seemed prepared to get out of the way if there was trouble. I watched as he approached one of them and brought the light over for him.
"It would appear someone used these as some festive meal."
"Lucky them, I could do with a festive meal myself." Wesley raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged casually. "Present company excepted of course. But only because I'm muzzled. Otherwise, well you'd both keep me going for a few days at least." I gave him a menacing grin and flashed my teeth at him, but really it was just me having fun with him because he didn't know me.
"Hey, guys, look.... What.... I ... I don't understand."
Buffy was gettin' all curious with one of the pod things, and anyone could tell you that in the movies, there's always one, that's not really dead who grabs the over-curious starlet or some such. Serve them bleedin' right for sticking their nosey beak in.
Without realising it though, I found myself hovering near Buffy. My hand was in my pocket, clutching the stake I always had with me. Ready to strike at anything that went for her. Well, went for us.
And one did move, but before I could push Buffy out of harm's way, she leaned in and ...She was trying to talk with it?
Alright, whatever, be it on your own head, slayer.
Then a noise further back down the tunnel put me on alert. As soon as I saw the other light I flicked off the lighter, and came to stand beside the other two. No other way out of here, so I reckoned we'd have to fight our way back out into the tunnel. Suited me just fine. As long as they weren't humans.
"Okay, so, this is just great. I'm stuck in a dimension, no weapons cause hello, they're in MY BAG! and we're about to get attacked. I hope you two are happy."
I sighed at her moaning, christ did she never stop complaining?
"Thought you'd be rearing to kick up your heels and snap some necks, what with all that pent up sexual frustration of not having your tin soldier around to service you."
I glanced at Percy, he looked a little apprehensive at the coming fight. I reached into my pocket and handed him the stake. Not much but it might serve.
"Just don't go poking me with, alright?"
Then I turned back and got myself in a fighting stance, it was almost here.
"Finally, gonna have some fun around here." I said to noone in particular.
"Oh good lord, not the bag again." Sighing I keep my attention on the specimen I was watching. Behind me I could hear Spike and Buffy nattering on. No doubt bickering once again. Didn't they ever grow tired of that? I certainly was. And we weren't even here, wherever here is, that long. We'd better find way back home very soon, or some of us might be joining these bodies.
And just who was Spike trying to fool with that grin? Flashing him a bored grin in return I glance back at the body. He can't do anything. He said so himself. Chip and all that. Right? Right, Buffy hadn't said that it wasn't the truth. Therefor I'm assuming he can't actually feed on me. Right. I wish I had a stake.
Looking up at their warning calls, I narrow my eyes at the other tunnel and the approaching light. Pushing my glasses on my nose I Sigh, it's never simple is it? "Oh for christ sake! Would you two please focus here," I hiss. Blinking, I take the stake Spike offers me. "I shall endeavor not to trip and accidentally stake you," I say dryly.
Turning around I hang back a bit as I watch the lights approach. Both Spike and Buffy are all wired up, ready to fight. There are two lights swaying toward us. Clutching the stake I bite my lip as they come closer. Suddenly a huge head comes out of the tunnel and roars up. Getting my stake ready I keep an close eye on it. "Blatzkic demon," I mutter. Or something similar. "Watch out for the..." Before I can finish my sentence it rears up on its hind legs and spews its mucus toward us. Quickly I jump to the right, rolling out of the way I get my footing fast and jump up. With a raised eyebrow I blink over at Spike and Buffy.
Well, on the bright side. It's not poisonous. At least not in our world.
Thanks for the split second warning Percy. I was about to charge the hulking beastie when it spat some wet gunk at us. I lost my footing on some slime and fell back on my arse, covered in the crap or snot or whatever it was.
"Uh, this is not of the good -- at all, it's burning me."
I glanced over at Buffy who was trying to get the goo off of her and looking a little panicky. I almost smirked at her discomfort and then I started to feel it too, a tingling heat that burns where the slime has contacted my skin.
"Typical. Bloody typical! We had to get slimed like out of some bad B-movie. Bugger, it's eating though my duster!"
Wesley had managed to come through unscathed, and unslimed. He'd known what the demon was, so score one for the book man.
Then the demon makes a weird noise and Buffy jumps right on top of me to avoid another attack. She landed sorta staddling me, and I grabbed at her waist to steady her and then she was clambering off again. Have to say it felt bloody nice having her sit on me like that though.
"Okay, we so need to get out of here."
"Seconded. But it's blocking the exit, I don't think we can get past. How do we kill it?"
I turned to Percy for guidance. If he knew what it was, then he might know it's weaknesses.
"Balls," I mutter. It would appear that the mucus in this dimension is slightly different then on earth. Figures. It's never simple, it really never is. I wince as Spike and Buffy are almost slimed again. Thank god they manage to get out of the way just on time.
The creatures attention is on them, which is good in this case. I sneak around it to the other side without noticing it. It's making battle noises. Telling us we defiled his sacred ground. Marvelous, some demon temple? Which made me really wonder about those cocooned bodies. Sacrifices?
Both Spike and Buffy are glancing from the demon to the exit it's blocking. Biting my lip I push my glasses up and narrow my eyes. Taking out said demon on earth is rather simple, but this isn't earth. But what choice do I have, it's the only way I know.
Bringing back my arm I aim for it's left eye and throw my stake into it's eye. It drills into the soft flesh and the demon shout echo loudly through the cave. It shrieks with a shirl noise an drops on its knees. "The eyes!" I yell at Buffy and Spike, "aim for the eyes. It's where the heart is hidden!" At least on earth it is.
I watched in surprise as Wesley edged closer to the demon. Realising he needed a distraction, I sprang up again and joined Buffy, and tried to get the demon to focus on us.
Then I saw Wesley stab the beast in the eye with my stake. Good job! Nice to see he wasn't a total plonker when it came to combat.
Aim for the eyes. It's where the heart is hidden!
Immediately Buffy made for the wounded creature. I wasn't far behind, watcher boy had struck a blow for our side and it was time to capitalise on it. I ducked under it's arm as it swung at me, and cheered when Buffy got close enough to send her fist into one of it's two other eyes. I got in a couple of kicks to what I thought were its guts while the slayer went to work, but then the beast grabbed her and sent her crashing into the nearest wall.
"That's it!!" I snarled, vamping out and hauling myself up its bulky body. "Your meaty fat arse is history, mate." And with that I thrust my own fist into its last eye, punching through as far as I can go. There was a popping sound and something gave, but I shoved in a bit further to be sure. And for good measure I gave it an almighty head butt on its skull.
The beastie made a mewling gurgling sound and then started to topple over. I quickly pulled out my arm and leapt out of the way just before it hit the ground with a resounding thud.
I looked at my gore covered forearm and then grinned at the other two. This is what I was made for.
I turned to regard the huge carcass, which was STILL mostly blocking the exit. Worth a try. Before the others could react I was sinking my fangs into its thick neck.
Then I fell back sputtering and choking. Not only was the taste revolting, but it felt like I'd just poured scalding water down my throat. I knelt on the floor, coughing and wheezing and spitting up the blood I'd just tried to drink.
As Spike, rather dramatically I might add, attacks the demon I quickly make my way over to Buffy. "Are you alright, Miss Summers?" She nods and gets back on her feet. I nod back and turn to help out Spike. Which, isn't necessary anymore. I raise my eyebrow as he grins at us. Git. What does he expect us to do. Applaud and throw confetti?
"Yes, well done," I say. Glancing over at Buffy I notice that her top is burning away rather fast. Burning away all the way. Swallowing hard, I pull off my glasses and start to polish them. Quickly I take of my sweater and hand it over a her, making sure to keep my eyes on Spike, who's...vamping out?
"Errr...Miss Summers? He-here." Holding out the sweater to her, I blink as Spike starts to sink his fangs into the demon.
"Mister the Bloody I wouldn't..." Do that. Right. Shaking my head, I put my glasses back on and sigh. I'm surrounded by idiots. Why do I even bother warning? No one is listening. Snorting at Spike I move over to the demon who is now quite dead.
Prodding it with my foot I make sure it is dead. Walking around it I find that above it is a small opening we can use. "If we climb up there we can get to the other side of it and then into the tunnel," I point. "Errr...from the looks of you both I think a dip in the ocean might be useful." Let's hope the ocean here contains actual normal water.
"When you're quite done, Mister the Bloody?" Poor vampire is still wheezing and coughing. "You'll be having a soar throat for some time. It never occurred to you that the fact that is has rather nasty mucus, it's blood might not be very...tasty either? It's rather a common fact." Straightening my glasses I glance over at Miss Summers again.
Letting out a relieved sigh as Spike finally lights the damn thing, I let my eyes adjust. Squinting, I push my glasses up my nose and peer around. I'm not letting go of this wall though, it's a very good guide as it were. "Your bag?!" Glancing over my shoulder I give Buffy an incredulous look as Spike opens his smart mouth again. Don't those two ever stop? If I ever get back to earth I'm going to apologize profoundly to Angel and Gunn. I do believe Cordelia and I were never this bad though.
Wrinkling my nose, I sniff at Spike's words. "I don't smell anything." I'll bet Buffy does. This whole super sensing ability is betting tedious and extremely unfair. Sighing, I follow him carefully into the tunnel he chooses at the junction. "Any particular reason why we're taking this tunnel, Mister the Bloody?" Confused I follow him into a small cave and blink at the sight. "My word...Indeed."
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"Having fun practicing to be commandos?" I teased when they got close to me.
I clenched my jaw when she called me watchdog again though. I swear if I didn't have this soddin' chip in my head, things'd be different. I'd be making her take back every 'pathetic', 'loser', 'moron' name she'd ever called me.
"Hello! Slayer here! I want to see, move it. Move over dead and creepy ... Oh ... Whoa. Uh ..."
I rolled my eyes at her when she shoved me, she was tiny enough to get around me, but I guess she needed to touch me one more time. Yeah that was it.
"You think /I'm/ dead and creepy? Then what do you call those?"
I pointed to the desiccated cocoon shape things strewn about the cavern. They were large and each roughly the size of a humanoid, and judging by the smell coming off them, quite dead.
"Let's take a closer look." I moved into the room, at least this was interesting and got my mind off the fact that I was seriously famished and in need of a good feed soon.
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"We'd better not touch anything, Miss Summers. One never knows what killed...err...those. And Mister the Bloody over there," I wave my hand dismissively in the general direction of Spike, "is already quite dead." He might get sick though, but we'll just have to cross that bridge when we get there. Since he's able to walk in the sun, who knows what else is possible here. Pushing up my glasses I approach one of the...bodies.
Now that I take a good look though, those weren't bodies. The bodies were *inside* the cocoons. And they were broken open and from the looks of it someone or something had a field day with what ever was inside. It's beyond recognition by now. Shivering, I shake my head. Quite nauseating, thank goodness I've learned to deal with that by now. "It would appear someone used these as some festive meal."
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At least he moved in cautiously and seemed prepared to get out of the way if there was trouble. I watched as he approached one of them and brought the light over for him.
"It would appear someone used these as some festive meal."
"Lucky them, I could do with a festive meal myself." Wesley raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged casually. "Present company excepted of course. But only because I'm muzzled. Otherwise, well you'd both keep me going for a few days at least." I gave him a menacing grin and flashed my teeth at him, but really it was just me having fun with him because he didn't know me.
"Hey, guys, look.... What.... I ... I don't understand."
Buffy was gettin' all curious with one of the pod things, and anyone could tell you that in the movies, there's always one, that's not really dead who grabs the over-curious starlet or some such. Serve them bleedin' right for sticking their nosey beak in.
Without realising it though, I found myself hovering near Buffy. My hand was in my pocket, clutching the stake I always had with me. Ready to strike at anything that went for her. Well, went for us.
And one did move, but before I could push Buffy out of harm's way, she leaned in and ...She was trying to talk with it?
Alright, whatever, be it on your own head, slayer.
Then a noise further back down the tunnel put me on alert. As soon as I saw the other light I flicked off the lighter, and came to stand beside the other two. No other way out of here, so I reckoned we'd have to fight our way back out into the tunnel. Suited me just fine. As long as they weren't humans.
"Okay, so, this is just great. I'm stuck in a dimension, no weapons cause hello, they're in MY BAG! and we're about to get attacked. I hope you two are happy."
I sighed at her moaning, christ did she never stop complaining?
"Thought you'd be rearing to kick up your heels and snap some necks, what with all that pent up sexual frustration of not having your tin soldier around to service you."
I glanced at Percy, he looked a little apprehensive at the coming fight. I reached into my pocket and handed him the stake. Not much but it might serve.
"Just don't go poking me with, alright?"
Then I turned back and got myself in a fighting stance, it was almost here.
"Finally, gonna have some fun around here." I said to noone in particular.
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And just who was Spike trying to fool with that grin? Flashing him a bored grin in return I glance back at the body. He can't do anything. He said so himself. Chip and all that. Right? Right, Buffy hadn't said that it wasn't the truth. Therefor I'm assuming he can't actually feed on me. Right. I wish I had a stake.
Looking up at their warning calls, I narrow my eyes at the other tunnel and the approaching light. Pushing my glasses on my nose I Sigh, it's never simple is it? "Oh for christ sake! Would you two please focus here," I hiss. Blinking, I take the stake Spike offers me. "I shall endeavor not to trip and accidentally stake you," I say dryly.
Turning around I hang back a bit as I watch the lights approach. Both Spike and Buffy are all wired up, ready to fight. There are two lights swaying toward us. Clutching the stake I bite my lip as they come closer. Suddenly a huge head comes out of the tunnel and roars up. Getting my stake ready I keep an close eye on it. "Blatzkic demon," I mutter. Or something similar. "Watch out for the..." Before I can finish my sentence it rears up on its hind legs and spews its mucus toward us. Quickly I jump to the right, rolling out of the way I get my footing fast and jump up. With a raised eyebrow I blink over at Spike and Buffy.
Well, on the bright side. It's not poisonous. At least not in our world.
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Thanks for the split second warning Percy. I was about to charge the hulking beastie when it spat some wet gunk at us. I lost my footing on some slime and fell back on my arse, covered in the crap or snot or whatever it was.
"Uh, this is not of the good -- at all, it's burning me."
I glanced over at Buffy who was trying to get the goo off of her and looking a little panicky. I almost smirked at her discomfort and then I started to feel it too, a tingling heat that burns where the slime has contacted my skin.
"Typical. Bloody typical! We had to get slimed like out of some bad B-movie. Bugger, it's eating though my duster!"
Wesley had managed to come through unscathed, and unslimed. He'd known what the demon was, so score one for the book man.
Then the demon makes a weird noise and Buffy jumps right on top of me to avoid another attack. She landed sorta staddling me, and I grabbed at her waist to steady her and then she was clambering off again. Have to say it felt bloody nice having her sit on me like that though.
"Okay, we so need to get out of here."
"Seconded. But it's blocking the exit, I don't think we can get past. How do we kill it?"
I turned to Percy for guidance. If he knew what it was, then he might know it's weaknesses.
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The creatures attention is on them, which is good in this case. I sneak around it to the other side without noticing it. It's making battle noises. Telling us we defiled his sacred ground. Marvelous, some demon temple? Which made me really wonder about those cocooned bodies. Sacrifices?
Both Spike and Buffy are glancing from the demon to the exit it's blocking. Biting my lip I push my glasses up and narrow my eyes. Taking out said demon on earth is rather simple, but this isn't earth. But what choice do I have, it's the only way I know.
Bringing back my arm I aim for it's left eye and throw my stake into it's eye. It drills into the soft flesh and the demon shout echo loudly through the cave. It shrieks with a shirl noise an drops on its knees. "The eyes!" I yell at Buffy and Spike, "aim for the eyes. It's where the heart is hidden!" At least on earth it is.
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Then I saw Wesley stab the beast in the eye with my stake. Good job! Nice to see he wasn't a total plonker when it came to combat.
Aim for the eyes. It's where the heart is hidden!
Immediately Buffy made for the wounded creature. I wasn't far behind, watcher boy had struck a blow for our side and it was time to capitalise on it. I ducked under it's arm as it swung at me, and cheered when Buffy got close enough to send her fist into one of it's two other eyes. I got in a couple of kicks to what I thought were its guts while the slayer went to work, but then the beast grabbed her and sent her crashing into the nearest wall.
"That's it!!" I snarled, vamping out and hauling myself up its bulky body. "Your meaty fat arse is history, mate." And with that I thrust my own fist into its last eye, punching through as far as I can go. There was a popping sound and something gave, but I shoved in a bit further to be sure.
And for good measure I gave it an almighty head butt on its skull.
The beastie made a mewling gurgling sound and then started to topple over. I quickly pulled out my arm and leapt out of the way just before it hit the ground with a resounding thud.
I looked at my gore covered forearm and then grinned at the other two. This is what I was made for.
I turned to regard the huge carcass, which was STILL mostly blocking the exit. Worth a try. Before the others could react I was sinking my fangs into its thick neck.
Then I fell back sputtering and choking. Not only was the taste revolting, but it felt like I'd just poured scalding water down my throat. I knelt on the floor, coughing and wheezing and spitting up the blood I'd just tried to drink.
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"Yes, well done," I say. Glancing over at Buffy I notice that her top is burning away rather fast. Burning away all the way. Swallowing hard, I pull off my glasses and start to polish them. Quickly I take of my sweater and hand it over a her, making sure to keep my eyes on Spike, who's...vamping out?
"Errr...Miss Summers? He-here." Holding out the sweater to her, I blink as Spike starts to sink his fangs into the demon.
"Mister the Bloody I wouldn't..." Do that. Right. Shaking my head, I put my glasses back on and sigh. I'm surrounded by idiots. Why do I even bother warning? No one is listening. Snorting at Spike I move over to the demon who is now quite dead.
Prodding it with my foot I make sure it is dead. Walking around it I find that above it is a small opening we can use. "If we climb up there we can get to the other side of it and then into the tunnel," I point. "Errr...from the looks of you both I think a dip in the ocean might be useful." Let's hope the ocean here contains actual normal water.
"When you're quite done, Mister the Bloody?" Poor vampire is still wheezing and coughing. "You'll be having a soar throat for some time. It never occurred to you that the fact that is has rather nasty mucus, it's blood might not be very...tasty either? It's rather a common fact." Straightening my glasses I glance over at Miss Summers again.
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