Story: "The Vampire's House" (1/2) - PG - BtVS/fairy tale
Title: The Vampire's House 1/2
Author: Guardian Erin
Fandom: BtVS/Fairy tale
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,000
Disclaimer: I did not create any recognizable characters in this story.
Summary: The classic story of the Baba Yaga/witch in the woods that has many different versions. Now with more Buffy.
There once was a poor merchant named Giles who had only one daughter who was as beautiful as she was brave, and indeed she was very brave. Her name was Buffy, and her hair -- once she bleached the shit out of it -- shone like golden sunlight. Buffy was the apple of her father's eye, for her mother had died and they only had one another.
After an appropriate time, Giles became taken by a woman had had also lost her spouse, Darla, and her two daughters, Cordelia and Harmony. And because this woman had a house which was larger and therefore more practical to live in, Giles and Buffy were obliged to move. However, Darla lived at the edge of a forest, and wandering after dark was incredibly stupid because their nearest neighbor was the terrible vampire, Angelus.
Buffy loved her father a great deal and therefore did not complain when her new stepmother pinched her flesh and called her fat, or when the two daughters left her scrubbing the floors while they frittered away all their time with local boys. But despite this, Darla still cursed her step daughter every day for being lazy and disobedient. However much she accused, Giles was only made saddened, but would not fully believe that his daughter would be so rude. And so despite all of her words, Darla found that Giles still loved his own daughter far more than her own.
"Let's be rid of that terrible girl," Darla suggested to her husband. "She is old enough to be wed. Let her have that boy Xander as her bridegroom."
But Giles was terribly reluctant to have his only daughter leave him, and refused Darla at every opportunity until there was no talking to him about the subject.
To resolve the issue and rid herself of the girl, Darla began to make up nonsense tasks for Buffy to do that led her dangerously far into the forest. "Don't come home until you have filled this basket with berries," Darla commanded, when she knew damn well that it was far too late in the season to find so many. But Buffy managed to fill the entire basket and return just before sunset. No matter what the chore, Buffy was able to complete it before the sun set and never ran into the path of the terrible vampire in the forest.
Now as time goes, sometimes one has good luck, and sometimes one is left up a creek without a paddle. As it happened, Giles was obliged to leave home and travel afar, and so Buffy was left utterly alone with her stepmother and stepsisters.
One afternoon Darla decided to make herself a fine cake. She stirred the mixing bowl nicely, but when the time came to add the milk - oops - their only glass smashed onto the floor, and Buffy was ordered to go ask of their only neighbor to borrow some - the vampire.
Try as she could, Buffy could not find a way to reason or argue her way out of the chore until at last she was locked out of the house. Evening was coming and soon night would follow, and there was no place safe from a vampire if one wasn't indoors.
Buffy ran to her only relative - her poor grandmother Joyce - and explained her grave situation.
"Go to the vampire's home," Joyce told her granddaughter, "and give him this jar of pig's blood as a gift. He will not kill you immediately, but instead he will ask you to serve him for the night. Do as he bids, only take care because other vampires in his home will try to attack you. Bathe yourself with holy water so they might not touch you, and wear this cross under your dress and do not remove it. If you find yourself in any trouble, remember that vampires cannot survive in sunlight."
Buffy took her grand mother's gifts and heeded her words, and then was obliged to set out for the vampire's home. The evening was dark when at last she reached a gate that was made entirely out of human bones, with human skulls on pikes around the perimeter, and a lock that was made out of a human jaw.
Buffy shuddered and considered running far away, but before she could uproot her feet, Angelus himself came to the gate.
"What brings you to my home?" Angelus asked. "Do you not realize you've wandered so far to your death?"
The girl was frightened, but immediately put forth her most polite words to greet him. "I've brought you a gift, dear neighbor," she said, and handed him the jar of pig's blood. "My stepmother has sent me forth to beg of you a cup of milk."
"Ah, neighbor!" he greeted in turn. "Come and help me with some simple chores, and if you do well I shall give you what you ask, but if you dissatisfy me I shall kill you and give your blood to my children and your bones to my gate."
"Very well!" Buffy agreed, for it would be a greater pleasure to do some chores for him than her own stepmother, and by far easier.
Angelus permitted her to pass the gate, but as she did, he winced in pain and could stand no where close to her. "Take off your cross!" he cried.
"But you can see I haven't any," Buffy lied, touching her bare neck. Again and again she denied his accusations. "Perhaps my hair causes you discomfort, for it resembles sunlight," she suggested.
Angelus bid her to hide it under a scarf, which she did. Still being near to her brought sweat to his brow, but he could not put a reason to it, and showed her in to his home and told her what her tasks were. First she was to bathe all of his children, then to prepare a meal out of whatever was in the oven, and warm the pig's blood so that it was ready for him when he returned home.
With those commands, Angelus left his house into the fresh night.
-tbc-
Author: Guardian Erin
Fandom: BtVS/Fairy tale
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,000
Disclaimer: I did not create any recognizable characters in this story.
Summary: The classic story of the Baba Yaga/witch in the woods that has many different versions. Now with more Buffy.
There once was a poor merchant named Giles who had only one daughter who was as beautiful as she was brave, and indeed she was very brave. Her name was Buffy, and her hair -- once she bleached the shit out of it -- shone like golden sunlight. Buffy was the apple of her father's eye, for her mother had died and they only had one another.
After an appropriate time, Giles became taken by a woman had had also lost her spouse, Darla, and her two daughters, Cordelia and Harmony. And because this woman had a house which was larger and therefore more practical to live in, Giles and Buffy were obliged to move. However, Darla lived at the edge of a forest, and wandering after dark was incredibly stupid because their nearest neighbor was the terrible vampire, Angelus.
Buffy loved her father a great deal and therefore did not complain when her new stepmother pinched her flesh and called her fat, or when the two daughters left her scrubbing the floors while they frittered away all their time with local boys. But despite this, Darla still cursed her step daughter every day for being lazy and disobedient. However much she accused, Giles was only made saddened, but would not fully believe that his daughter would be so rude. And so despite all of her words, Darla found that Giles still loved his own daughter far more than her own.
"Let's be rid of that terrible girl," Darla suggested to her husband. "She is old enough to be wed. Let her have that boy Xander as her bridegroom."
But Giles was terribly reluctant to have his only daughter leave him, and refused Darla at every opportunity until there was no talking to him about the subject.
To resolve the issue and rid herself of the girl, Darla began to make up nonsense tasks for Buffy to do that led her dangerously far into the forest. "Don't come home until you have filled this basket with berries," Darla commanded, when she knew damn well that it was far too late in the season to find so many. But Buffy managed to fill the entire basket and return just before sunset. No matter what the chore, Buffy was able to complete it before the sun set and never ran into the path of the terrible vampire in the forest.
Now as time goes, sometimes one has good luck, and sometimes one is left up a creek without a paddle. As it happened, Giles was obliged to leave home and travel afar, and so Buffy was left utterly alone with her stepmother and stepsisters.
One afternoon Darla decided to make herself a fine cake. She stirred the mixing bowl nicely, but when the time came to add the milk - oops - their only glass smashed onto the floor, and Buffy was ordered to go ask of their only neighbor to borrow some - the vampire.
Try as she could, Buffy could not find a way to reason or argue her way out of the chore until at last she was locked out of the house. Evening was coming and soon night would follow, and there was no place safe from a vampire if one wasn't indoors.
Buffy ran to her only relative - her poor grandmother Joyce - and explained her grave situation.
"Go to the vampire's home," Joyce told her granddaughter, "and give him this jar of pig's blood as a gift. He will not kill you immediately, but instead he will ask you to serve him for the night. Do as he bids, only take care because other vampires in his home will try to attack you. Bathe yourself with holy water so they might not touch you, and wear this cross under your dress and do not remove it. If you find yourself in any trouble, remember that vampires cannot survive in sunlight."
Buffy took her grand mother's gifts and heeded her words, and then was obliged to set out for the vampire's home. The evening was dark when at last she reached a gate that was made entirely out of human bones, with human skulls on pikes around the perimeter, and a lock that was made out of a human jaw.
Buffy shuddered and considered running far away, but before she could uproot her feet, Angelus himself came to the gate.
"What brings you to my home?" Angelus asked. "Do you not realize you've wandered so far to your death?"
The girl was frightened, but immediately put forth her most polite words to greet him. "I've brought you a gift, dear neighbor," she said, and handed him the jar of pig's blood. "My stepmother has sent me forth to beg of you a cup of milk."
"Ah, neighbor!" he greeted in turn. "Come and help me with some simple chores, and if you do well I shall give you what you ask, but if you dissatisfy me I shall kill you and give your blood to my children and your bones to my gate."
"Very well!" Buffy agreed, for it would be a greater pleasure to do some chores for him than her own stepmother, and by far easier.
Angelus permitted her to pass the gate, but as she did, he winced in pain and could stand no where close to her. "Take off your cross!" he cried.
"But you can see I haven't any," Buffy lied, touching her bare neck. Again and again she denied his accusations. "Perhaps my hair causes you discomfort, for it resembles sunlight," she suggested.
Angelus bid her to hide it under a scarf, which she did. Still being near to her brought sweat to his brow, but he could not put a reason to it, and showed her in to his home and told her what her tasks were. First she was to bathe all of his children, then to prepare a meal out of whatever was in the oven, and warm the pig's blood so that it was ready for him when he returned home.
With those commands, Angelus left his house into the fresh night.
-tbc-