Fic: "Ride the Lightning"
Title: Ride the Lightning
Author: Saturn
Rating: FR18 (for violence and death, no smut)
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy owns Buffy, Eric Kripke and the CW owns Supernatural I think. It's not me though.
Setting: Takes place during Buffy season 3 episode 41: Revelations. Also has spoilers for stuff that happens in the Supernatural season 1 episode Scarecrow.
Author's note: Be warned there is CHARACETER DEATH in this one. What did you expect? I am on Team Hellfire.
Summary:Trust. It can be your greatest ally or your greatest enemy. Be careful who you give it to.
Written for spn_btvs's weekly challenge. Member of team_hellfire
Challenge #1 - Weather (Lightning)
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"Finally!" muttered Gwendolyn Post as she picked up the Glove of Myhnegon. Once the glove was in hand she turned and saw Willow was right behind her. She quickly swung the heavy metal glove and struck Willow in the face.
The look of shock was barely registered on Willow's face before the glove smashed into it and sent her now unconscious body to the floor of the mansion.
Gwendolyn stood up and looked down at Willow's prone form before she looked outside. She watched for a minute as Buffy and Faith battled outside in the atrium. 'Father would be proud' she thought. 'It was child's play to turn the so-called Scoobies against each other.'
Gwendolyn shook her head and slowly placed the Glove over her hand. She closed her hand experimentally and watched as the claws of the gauntlet flexed also. Without warning the tooth like pieces on the end closed and pierced her forearm. Despite the multiple wounds in her forearm she seemed to feel no pain.
With a maniacal look on her face she pointed her hand toward the ceiling of Angel's mansion and cried out. "Taou huogan maqachte milegaing!"
As soon as the words left her mouth thunder boomed and flashes of lightning could be seen. With an evil glint in her eyes Gwendolyn Post looked at Faith. "A word of advice, Faith. You're an idiot!" With a quick motion she raised her arm back toward the sky and screamed, "Tauo freim!"
Lightning crashed down through the skylight and sent shards of glass everywhere. Post seemed oblivious to the flying glass as the lightning struck the glove and seemed to be absorbed into it.
Looking directly at the two slayers Gwendolyn Post pointed the Glove at them. "Tauo freim!" she screamed as lightning shot out at the slayers.
The slayers quickly dodged out of the way and watched in horror as the tree in the atrium behind them burst into flame.
Out of the corner of her eye Gwendolyn Post saw Willow who had slowly stood up. She quickly swung her arm around and pointed the glove at the red head. "Tauo freim!" she shouted and watched in dismay as Angel dove and knocked Willow out of the way of the lightning bolt.
"Well this certainly isn't going as I planned," muttered Post under her breath. 'Her father had sent her with one goal in mind, corruption of the Slayers. Now it had come to this,' she thought as she continued raining down lightning on her attackers. Unfortunately lightning wasn't exactly a precision weapon and she seemed to be missing...a lot.
'There was always Plan B,' she thought with a smile. 'She could still accomplish her goal,' she thought. She'd just need someone else's help. Gwendolyn watched as Buffy picked up the shard of glass and threw it at her. 'Perfect.'
The glass spun through the air directly towards her. With a minor adjustment she made sure she positioned herself so the glass would slice through her arm. That ought to create a big enough diversion that nobody would notice.
The glass flew through the air and sliced clean through her arm which fell to the floor. 'That hurt.' She looked up at the rumble of thunder and thought, 'this is going to hurt more.' With nobody in control the next lightning bolt came through the broken skylight and struck her. The power traveled up and down her body as the electricity continued coming down onto her.
As everyone turned away from the sight of Gwendolyn's shrieking body no one noticed the cloud of blackness that escaped from her mouth and seemed to spiral up the lightning and escape out of the skylight.
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Giles woke with a start. He sat up and examined his body. He smiled and got out of bed. Giles walked to his mirror and stopped to examine himself. He looked no worse for wear after yesterday's events. "You have work to do," he said to his reflection.
Once Giles got to the school he went to the Library. He looked around for Buffy or any of the others but they were absent. He left and as he walked past the lounge he saw the group of teens sitting there.
"There you are. There's something of the utmost importance we need to discuss," he said as he adjusted his glasses.
"Let me guess...Gwendolyn Post, not a watcher." Buffy said.
"No, I'm afraid she is indeed a watcher. That's part of what we need to discuss. Buffy, I need you to get Faith as it concerns her too."
Buffy looked curious. "Faith?"
Giles turned to Buffy, held her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Time is of the essence my dear. I should have told you this long ago but I was afraid. Please hurry."
Buffy turned and with a worried look left.
Giles looked at the rest of the Scoobies. "I need you all to come with me to the library."
Once they arrived at the library Giles sent Willow for one of his Watcher Journals. Everyone sat down around the table.
"What's the big situation?" asked Xander.
Giles stopped walking around. He took his glasses off and polished them as he gathered his thoughts. "I'm afraid I haven't been as forthright as I should have been," he said as he put his glasses back on.
Walking toward the counter Giles stopped behind it and turned to the group. Willow walked back in and sat the Watcher Journal in her hands down on the table.
He looked at each of them in turn and sighed. "I really wish it didn't have to be this way. I usually prefer much more indirect means but I don't have a choice this time." As everyone watched expectantly Giles reached under the counter.
When Giles hand came back up from under the counter it held a .45. He quickly turned the gun on Oz and placed two rounds into the werewolf's chest. Before anyone had the chance to react to this shocking event Giles quickly turned the gun on Willow and shot her once in the head and once in the chest.
Xander and Cordelia both jumped from their chairs. Xander ran into the stacks and Cordelia ran for the door.
Giles smiled. "Tsk Tsk, leaving so soon?" Stepping from behind the counter he pointed the gun at Cordelia but lowered his aim and shot her once in each leg.
With a scream she fell to the ground. "What are you doing?" Cordelia said as she began to cry. "I don't want to die," she sobbed.
Giles walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back toward the table leaving a bloody trail along the floor. he dropped her whimpering form and turned to the stacks where Xander had run. "Xander," he called out, "You can't get out that way. If you were smarter you might have followed Cordelia towards an actual exit."
"But there is something else back here," Xander said in a scared voice from the stacks.
Giles moved toward the sound of his voice and said, "What's that?"
"This," Xander said as he stepped from the stacks and fired the crossbow in his hands. Xander's aim was true and the bolt struck Giles in the stomach. Xander watched in horror as Giles grunted at the impact but didn't seem fazed.
"Was that really necessary?" Giles asked as he looked at Xander and laughed.
"You better watch out...Oz'll be up and wolfed out any minute now."
"I'm afraid you're wrong. You see, I shot him with silver bullets. You didn't think I'd let a werewolf around without having a bit of protection did you?" Giles raised the gun and pointed it at Xander. "Foolish boy," he said as fired shots into Xander's chest and head. He watched the boy fall to the ground and turned back to Cordelia's sobbing form. "Please don't go anywhere my dear," he said and fired a shot into her stomach as well.
Giles walked to the stacks with the arrow sticking from his stomach and began pushing them over. As he walked around the library he kicked things over and broke everything he could. Satisfied with his work he walked back to Cordelia and picked her bloody body up and threw it onto the table. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "I'm going to give you this gun. It has one round left. It would be in your best interest to use it on yourself. It will be better than the alternative my dear. Trust me," Giles said as he pressed the gun into her bloody hand. He then got up and walked into his office as Cordelia continued gasping and crying on the table.
As he was looking around he heard a bang and a clatter as the gun hit the floor. Giles smiled. "Smart girl," he said. He walked back into the library with a dagger, a pen and a several pieces of paper. He sat down at the end of table and began writing on the paper.
In large crooked letters he wrote out,
DON'T TRUST THE COUNCIL. NOT WHO THEY SAY THEY ARE. AVENGE ME.
Giles looked at the paper and said, "That ought to do." He made sure to get some of Cordelia's blood on the paper too. The second piece of paper was a letter from Quentin Travers informing him of their intention to come and observe the Cruciamentum on Buffy's 18th birthday. He folded it up and held it in his left hand. Hopefully Buffy would find it. He took the dagger in his right hand and with no hesitation he plunged it into his chest.
The dagger sunk to it's hilt and Giles convulsed. His head went back and he screamed an otherworldly scream as a swirling mass of black poured from his mouth and gathered near the ceiling. As the last bit of cloud escaped from his mouth, Giles body slumped and all appearances of life left it.
Buffy and Faith's voices could be heard outside the door to the library. The cloud stopped swirling for a second and shot into a vent near the ceiling.
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Andover, Massachusetts
"MEG!!! Breakfast is ready," a voice called from somewhere.
Meg got out of bed and walked to the mirror. "This is more like it," she said as she inspected herself in the mirror. With the Slayers out of the game it was time to deal with some hunters she thought as an evil smile appeared on her face.
Author: Saturn
Rating: FR18 (for violence and death, no smut)
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy owns Buffy, Eric Kripke and the CW owns Supernatural I think. It's not me though.
Setting: Takes place during Buffy season 3 episode 41: Revelations. Also has spoilers for stuff that happens in the Supernatural season 1 episode Scarecrow.
Author's note: Be warned there is CHARACETER DEATH in this one. What did you expect? I am on Team Hellfire.
Summary:Trust. It can be your greatest ally or your greatest enemy. Be careful who you give it to.
Written for spn_btvs's weekly challenge. Member of team_hellfire
Challenge #1 - Weather (Lightning)
*********************
"Finally!" muttered Gwendolyn Post as she picked up the Glove of Myhnegon. Once the glove was in hand she turned and saw Willow was right behind her. She quickly swung the heavy metal glove and struck Willow in the face.
The look of shock was barely registered on Willow's face before the glove smashed into it and sent her now unconscious body to the floor of the mansion.
Gwendolyn stood up and looked down at Willow's prone form before she looked outside. She watched for a minute as Buffy and Faith battled outside in the atrium. 'Father would be proud' she thought. 'It was child's play to turn the so-called Scoobies against each other.'
Gwendolyn shook her head and slowly placed the Glove over her hand. She closed her hand experimentally and watched as the claws of the gauntlet flexed also. Without warning the tooth like pieces on the end closed and pierced her forearm. Despite the multiple wounds in her forearm she seemed to feel no pain.
With a maniacal look on her face she pointed her hand toward the ceiling of Angel's mansion and cried out. "Taou huogan maqachte milegaing!"
As soon as the words left her mouth thunder boomed and flashes of lightning could be seen. With an evil glint in her eyes Gwendolyn Post looked at Faith. "A word of advice, Faith. You're an idiot!" With a quick motion she raised her arm back toward the sky and screamed, "Tauo freim!"
Lightning crashed down through the skylight and sent shards of glass everywhere. Post seemed oblivious to the flying glass as the lightning struck the glove and seemed to be absorbed into it.
Looking directly at the two slayers Gwendolyn Post pointed the Glove at them. "Tauo freim!" she screamed as lightning shot out at the slayers.
The slayers quickly dodged out of the way and watched in horror as the tree in the atrium behind them burst into flame.
Out of the corner of her eye Gwendolyn Post saw Willow who had slowly stood up. She quickly swung her arm around and pointed the glove at the red head. "Tauo freim!" she shouted and watched in dismay as Angel dove and knocked Willow out of the way of the lightning bolt.
"Well this certainly isn't going as I planned," muttered Post under her breath. 'Her father had sent her with one goal in mind, corruption of the Slayers. Now it had come to this,' she thought as she continued raining down lightning on her attackers. Unfortunately lightning wasn't exactly a precision weapon and she seemed to be missing...a lot.
'There was always Plan B,' she thought with a smile. 'She could still accomplish her goal,' she thought. She'd just need someone else's help. Gwendolyn watched as Buffy picked up the shard of glass and threw it at her. 'Perfect.'
The glass spun through the air directly towards her. With a minor adjustment she made sure she positioned herself so the glass would slice through her arm. That ought to create a big enough diversion that nobody would notice.
The glass flew through the air and sliced clean through her arm which fell to the floor. 'That hurt.' She looked up at the rumble of thunder and thought, 'this is going to hurt more.' With nobody in control the next lightning bolt came through the broken skylight and struck her. The power traveled up and down her body as the electricity continued coming down onto her.
As everyone turned away from the sight of Gwendolyn's shrieking body no one noticed the cloud of blackness that escaped from her mouth and seemed to spiral up the lightning and escape out of the skylight.
******************
Giles woke with a start. He sat up and examined his body. He smiled and got out of bed. Giles walked to his mirror and stopped to examine himself. He looked no worse for wear after yesterday's events. "You have work to do," he said to his reflection.
Once Giles got to the school he went to the Library. He looked around for Buffy or any of the others but they were absent. He left and as he walked past the lounge he saw the group of teens sitting there.
"There you are. There's something of the utmost importance we need to discuss," he said as he adjusted his glasses.
"Let me guess...Gwendolyn Post, not a watcher." Buffy said.
"No, I'm afraid she is indeed a watcher. That's part of what we need to discuss. Buffy, I need you to get Faith as it concerns her too."
Buffy looked curious. "Faith?"
Giles turned to Buffy, held her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Time is of the essence my dear. I should have told you this long ago but I was afraid. Please hurry."
Buffy turned and with a worried look left.
Giles looked at the rest of the Scoobies. "I need you all to come with me to the library."
Once they arrived at the library Giles sent Willow for one of his Watcher Journals. Everyone sat down around the table.
"What's the big situation?" asked Xander.
Giles stopped walking around. He took his glasses off and polished them as he gathered his thoughts. "I'm afraid I haven't been as forthright as I should have been," he said as he put his glasses back on.
Walking toward the counter Giles stopped behind it and turned to the group. Willow walked back in and sat the Watcher Journal in her hands down on the table.
He looked at each of them in turn and sighed. "I really wish it didn't have to be this way. I usually prefer much more indirect means but I don't have a choice this time." As everyone watched expectantly Giles reached under the counter.
When Giles hand came back up from under the counter it held a .45. He quickly turned the gun on Oz and placed two rounds into the werewolf's chest. Before anyone had the chance to react to this shocking event Giles quickly turned the gun on Willow and shot her once in the head and once in the chest.
Xander and Cordelia both jumped from their chairs. Xander ran into the stacks and Cordelia ran for the door.
Giles smiled. "Tsk Tsk, leaving so soon?" Stepping from behind the counter he pointed the gun at Cordelia but lowered his aim and shot her once in each leg.
With a scream she fell to the ground. "What are you doing?" Cordelia said as she began to cry. "I don't want to die," she sobbed.
Giles walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back toward the table leaving a bloody trail along the floor. he dropped her whimpering form and turned to the stacks where Xander had run. "Xander," he called out, "You can't get out that way. If you were smarter you might have followed Cordelia towards an actual exit."
"But there is something else back here," Xander said in a scared voice from the stacks.
Giles moved toward the sound of his voice and said, "What's that?"
"This," Xander said as he stepped from the stacks and fired the crossbow in his hands. Xander's aim was true and the bolt struck Giles in the stomach. Xander watched in horror as Giles grunted at the impact but didn't seem fazed.
"Was that really necessary?" Giles asked as he looked at Xander and laughed.
"You better watch out...Oz'll be up and wolfed out any minute now."
"I'm afraid you're wrong. You see, I shot him with silver bullets. You didn't think I'd let a werewolf around without having a bit of protection did you?" Giles raised the gun and pointed it at Xander. "Foolish boy," he said as fired shots into Xander's chest and head. He watched the boy fall to the ground and turned back to Cordelia's sobbing form. "Please don't go anywhere my dear," he said and fired a shot into her stomach as well.
Giles walked to the stacks with the arrow sticking from his stomach and began pushing them over. As he walked around the library he kicked things over and broke everything he could. Satisfied with his work he walked back to Cordelia and picked her bloody body up and threw it onto the table. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "I'm going to give you this gun. It has one round left. It would be in your best interest to use it on yourself. It will be better than the alternative my dear. Trust me," Giles said as he pressed the gun into her bloody hand. He then got up and walked into his office as Cordelia continued gasping and crying on the table.
As he was looking around he heard a bang and a clatter as the gun hit the floor. Giles smiled. "Smart girl," he said. He walked back into the library with a dagger, a pen and a several pieces of paper. He sat down at the end of table and began writing on the paper.
In large crooked letters he wrote out,
DON'T TRUST THE COUNCIL. NOT WHO THEY SAY THEY ARE. AVENGE ME.
Giles looked at the paper and said, "That ought to do." He made sure to get some of Cordelia's blood on the paper too. The second piece of paper was a letter from Quentin Travers informing him of their intention to come and observe the Cruciamentum on Buffy's 18th birthday. He folded it up and held it in his left hand. Hopefully Buffy would find it. He took the dagger in his right hand and with no hesitation he plunged it into his chest.
The dagger sunk to it's hilt and Giles convulsed. His head went back and he screamed an otherworldly scream as a swirling mass of black poured from his mouth and gathered near the ceiling. As the last bit of cloud escaped from his mouth, Giles body slumped and all appearances of life left it.
Buffy and Faith's voices could be heard outside the door to the library. The cloud stopped swirling for a second and shot into a vent near the ceiling.
*******************
Andover, Massachusetts
"MEG!!! Breakfast is ready," a voice called from somewhere.
Meg got out of bed and walked to the mirror. "This is more like it," she said as she inspected herself in the mirror. With the Slayers out of the game it was time to deal with some hunters she thought as an evil smile appeared on her face.