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buffyfic-digest Tuesday, October 27 1998 Volume 02 : Number 360
In this issue:
BUFFYFIC: SpikeFic: Pyramid Scheme (1/1)
BUFFYFIC: Eye of the Beholder (1/6)
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Date: Tue, 27 Oct 1998 01:56:46 -0500
From: ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ <lebo@gte.net>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: SpikeFic: Pyramid Scheme (1/1)
Title: Pyramid Scheme
Author: ~Ripe Wicked Plum~ a.k.a. Goth Spike
E-mail: ripe_wicked_plum@hotmail.com
Distribution: Spike's Spike (if Sandycat wants it), Spike Girls. All
others please ask first.
Rating: PG-14 (MILD language, violence)
Spoilers: none...this doesn't fall within the Buffy scheme. Dru is
strong, but Spike isn't in a wheelchair. Dalton is still alive, too.
Summary: Spike has to make a big decision.
Disclaimer: All things Buffy belong to Joss. I just borrow them to add
Spike...er, spice to my life.
Note: This fic comes in response to Ironic Spike's challenge to start a
fic
with "I 'ave to get t' the cemetery before she sacrifices_____"
"I 'ave to get t' the cemetery before she sacrifices that stupid
boy," Spike said, hopping into his car.
He pulled away, tires squealing, leaving a bewildered Dalton in
the driveway.
"I thought you would be happy!" he yelled at the back of the
car.
Spike saw the confusion on the vampire's face, but he didn't
have time to explain, nor did he want to. He wasn't sure he understood
what was going on, let alone how to explain it to someone else.
He wasn't far from the graveyard, but that five-minute drive had
to be one of the longest in his life. He saw the light ahead change to
red and he floored it, speeding through the intersection.
"Yeah, honk, that's really gonna make me rethink my actions.
Bloody idiots," he said, hearing the blaring horns of his fellow
drivers.
He whipped around the corner and onto a field across from the
cemetery. He flung the car door open and took off running, hopping over
a wall. Dalton said the ritual was Egyptian, so she would need a symbol
of its heritage. He leapt over headstones and dodged low tree limbs,
heading for the pyramid he had seen. He couldn't remember exactly where
it was. He cursed himself silently for not paying more attention to
detail.
He tripped over a tree root and stumbled into a clearing.
Looking up from the ground, he saw the top of the stone monument.
Xander stood, tied naked to the pyramid, begging for his life,
"Come on, guys. You don't want my blood. I eat all sorts of junk food.
Cheesy chips and doughnuts flow through my veins. The cholesterol will
kill you!"
"Gag 'im," Drusilla said to three vampires who stood nearby.
"'Is voice is an affront to the gods and it 'urts Miss Edith's ears."
She sat her doll down and picked up the translation Dalton had
given her. She studied it and lit incense, readying for the ritual. Her
face was darkened with clay, her lips stained with berries, and lines
drawn out from her eyes. She glanced at the words of the ritual again
before saying them aloud.
"Osiris, god of the lower world, judge of the dead, please 'ear
my cries. I call on you and your sister-wife, Isis, goddess of
fertility.
Please grant my request. Receive my offering of this virgin. May 'is
blood--"
Spike knocked her down, interrupting the invocation. She
shrieked as she landed in a fresh grave.
"You got my dress all dirty!" she said, charging him.
Spike sidestepped her advance and she crashed to the ground
again, yelling to the minions for help.
They hesitated for a moment before attacking. They all feared
him, but they finally decided that there were enough of them to take him
down without too much of a struggle. Two of them approached him from
behind
while a third kept him occupied from the front. The three of them and
Dru were too much for him to handle on his own. They wrestled him to the
ground and bound him with rope, tying him up next to Xander. She sent
the other vampires away after making sure his bonds were secure.
"Bad Spike. You've been very naughty. Now I 'ave t' tie you up
and you can't join in the fun. You can watch, though. Then we can go
'ome
and 'ave a party. Mummy will forget all about 'er little Spike tryin' t'
ruin all the fun," Dru said, rubbing his chest.
"Pet, I wasn't tryin' to ruin your fun. It's just not a good
idea to kill one of the Slayer's mates. She'll kill--" he said before
she interrupted him.
"Shhhhhh. You must be quiet or Mummy will 'ave t' gag you. Miss
Edith says you mustn't talk because the gods won't listen to a man.
They'll only listen to Princess. They're a lot like us, Spike. Brother
and
sister. 'Usband and wife. Not dead and not alive. They'll understand us.
They'll give me what I want. You'll see. We'll be a 'appy family. Then
you won't care about the Slayer anymore."
She kissed him and then skipped away, casting a glance upwards.
The moon hung, low and full, in the night sky. Drusilla stepped over to
Xander and stroked his face. He tried to pull away, but couldn't. She
took a few paces away from the pyramid and began her chant again.
"Osiris, god of the lower world, judge of the dead, please 'ear
my cries. I call on you and your sister-wife, Isis, goddess of
fertility.
Please grant my request. Receive my offering of this virgin. May 'is
blood spill onto the ground and appease you. Osiris, I ask that you
judge me worthy. I am one of your children. A child of the lower world.
One of the living dead. In darkness may you reign. May my offering of
the virgin make me worthy. Isis, mother of us all, I ask that you bless
me. I beg for you to give me your gift, the gift that 'as been taken
from my kind. I invoke you to give me a child. From the blood of the
virgin may I be made fertile," she said, slashing Xander's bare chest.
"Not so fast, PsychoGirl," spoke a voice from behind her.
Drusilla whipped her head around and saw Buffy. She charged the
petite
blonde and was almost met with the pointy end of a stake.
"No!" Spike screamed, causing Buffy to turn in his direction.
Drusilla took advantage of the opportunity to run away, leaving
Spike
tied to the pyramid.
Buffy headed over to him, saying, "So, you guys thought you
could have
a
little feast on one of my friends and I wouldn't care, huh? Well, you're
wrong."
She pulled the stake back and stopped when she heard Xander.
"Mmmmmmf mmfmmmff" he screamed around the gag.
Buffy stepped over in front of him and giggled, "That's a new
look for you, Xan."
She removed the gag and he sputtered, "Buffy, thank goodness you
showed up! Untie me, will ya? It's drafty out here."
She untied him and he quickly covered himself. Buffy tossed him
her coat and then stepped back over to Spike.
"Buffy," Xander said, grabbing hold of her arm, "I know I'm
going to regret saying this, but don't stake him."
"What?" she asked incredulously.
"He came here to stop Drusilla. That's why he's tied up. He
saved my life. If he hadn't kept her busy for a few minutes, I would
have been dead before you got here. Now, I'm going to go get dressed
and get stitched up," Xander said, walking away.
Buffy looked at Spike, her face a mask of confusion.
"So, what are you going to do, Slayer?" he asked, trying to hide
the fear in his voice.
She dropped the stake and crossed over to him, hesitating to
untie him. Buffy couldn't believe that he had stood up to Drusilla,
let alone helped Xander.
"Why did you do it?" she asked.
"I don't know," came his response.
"Don't give me that bullshit, Spike. Why did you save him?"
"I don't know. I just didn't want Dru to--"
"To what?"
"To kill him, ok? I didn't want him to die. Happy?" he said,
his voice distant even though he stood inches away from her.
"Why?"
"Because I knew you'd be angry," was his only answer.
Buffy looked at him for a minute, but he wouldn't meet her gaze.
She lifted his head up with her hand and forced him to look into her
eyes.
She heard him gasp for an unneeded breath before she leaned in to kiss
him on the cheek. She untied him and he put an arm around her waist.
"What did you do that for, Slayer?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"I can 'ear your pulse racing, Pet. You want to do it again,
don't you?" he asked, pushing a strand of hair out of her face.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Makin' my life more complicated," he answered, lifting her
head.
He kissed her with a gentle force. He wasn't trying to hurt her,
but he wouldn't allow her to pull away, either.
She finally jerked away, saying, "What did you do that for?"
"Buffy," he said, calling her by her name for the first time,
"forget about Angelus. Forget about Dru. Forget about you bein' the
Slayer and me bein' the vampire. Forget about everything just for one
bloody moment. Just be you."
He kissed her again and felt her body soften in his arms. He
could feel her heart beating against him and the smell of her shampoo
filled his nostrils. He had never wanted a mortal like he wanted her.
He wanted that one moment to last forever.
"Buffy?" Angel's voice called through the graveyard. "Buffy,
where are you?"
She and Spike broke off their kiss.
"Go! Get out of here before he sees you," Buffy said, pushing
him away.
He kissed her again before turning and running away.
"Buffy, are you all right?" Angel said, arriving just as Spike
retreated to the darkness.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered, pulling herself together.
"Xander said that Spike was here. Did you stake him?"
"No," she said, thinking of the kiss. "I let him go. He saved
Xander's life."
Spike watched Angel put his coat around Buffy and lead her away.
He forced himself to stay hidden. Tonight was not the night to challenge
his sire. He would have Buffy, but he could wait. He swallowed his
jealousy and walked away.
He had to find a place to stay out of the sun. Dru wouldn't be
pleased that her ceremony had been interrupted. It was best that she
thought the Slayer had killed him. He stepped into his car and drove
away, Buffy's scent still filling his senses.
"Great. One of Dru's crazy schemes backfires again. Now I've
fallen for the bloody Slayer. Well, at least it's not like the time
that ritual backfired and I spent a month trapped in Texas," he said,
shuddering. "At least Buffy doesn't consider cowtipping an acceptable
date activity."
As he drove away, he didn't see Drusilla standing in the
shadows.
"Miss Edith tells me Spike thinks 'e loves the Slayer. Mummy
will 'ave to teach 'im a lesson."
~Ripe Wicked Plum~
- --
Goth Spike/ICQ=2607806/Spike Girls(jury & Mommies
Council)/Spike4Sexiest/Spike's Minions/Spuffy/Spike's Sweeties
(#2)/SOOA[Major General (#5)]/I'm Spike's Ducks/ Spikemania(I cherish
Spike's chest)/Red Candy VP/Pres. and founder of the Leo is a Bloody
Whelp Club/Keeper of Spike's terms of endearment and his gloves/Guardian
of Spike's humanity, his amusement at Buffy's Hallowe'en costume, and
his ability to swallow his pride and help Buffy/Keeper of Dru's spiffy
wardrobe and her bruises/ Guardian of Dru's gothness and her fondness
for Rasputina./Keeper of a bunch of other things...just ask me, I'll
tell you!
------------------------------
Date: Tue, 27 Oct 1998 04:53:37 PST
From: "Chris Winslow" <blueeaglex@hotmail.com>
Subject: BUFFYFIC: Eye of the Beholder (1/6)
Eye of the Beholder (1/6)
Author: Chris Winslow (blueeaglex@hotmail.com)
Distribution: Sure, send it to whomever.
Rating: PG-14
NOTE: This story doesnÆt exist in normal Buffy-land. ItÆs basically
set in Season 3, except for the fact that Angel and Buffy are happy, as
though they never had to deal with last seasonÆs problems.
Disclaimer: I donÆt own Buffy or most of the characters from this
story. But you already knew that, didnÆt you?
*****
Buffy walked slowly through the woods, Xander and Willow close behind
her. Xander held a stake in one hand, a cheese sandwich in the other
hand. The only sound that could be heard was of Xander, as he slowly
chewed his sandwich.
"Is it just my imagination, or do you chew really, really loud?" Buffy
directed the question at Xander, who stopped munching for a moment.
Xander shrugged. "Sorry if IÆm scaring away the vampires, BuffÆ. A
guyÆs got to eat, though, ya know?"
Willow kicked along a small rock in front of her as she walked beside
Xander. Changing the subject, she said, "Are either of you going to the
dance this Friday?" Buffy and Xander remained silent. Willow burst
into a smile. "Oz is taking me. Lucky for us, the full moon cycle is
ending on Thursday, so--"
"So you wonÆt have to show up at the dance on the arms of a werewolf,"
Xander said, finishing WillowÆs sentence. Her grin grew bigger.
"ThereÆs no better way to ruin a dance than to bring a blood-thirsty
creature along." Willow shot Xander a glance, not liking how he had
referred to her boyfriend as a "blood-thirsty creature."
"AngelÆs not big on dances," Buffy mused aloud. "And I donÆt feel like
going stag alone, so...IÆll stay at home and eat my weight in Baskin
Robbins."
"ThatÆs fun, too," Willow remarked.
"Just go alone," Xander said, tapping his friend on the shoulder
affectionately. "ThereÆs nothing wrong with going stag."
"Except for the fact that IÆll be stuck in the corner with no one to
dance with, forced to watch the fortunate people who actually brought a
date, and stuck reflecting on how pathetic I am for coming in the first
place?" Buffy quipped. "Oh yeah, *that* would be the dance of the
year."
"IÆll dance with you, Buffy," Xander said. He paused. "That is, if
Cordelia doesnÆt--"
He stopped, mid-sentence, as the threesome heard something rustling in
a nearby bush. They all stopped walking, and Xander held his stake in
front of him, turning one way and then the other, expecting the worse."
"It might just be a harmless little bunny rabbit," Willow whispered,
speaking so softly that only Buffy and Xander could hear her.
Buffy nodded, but added, "Or, it might be a vampire whoÆs prepared to
kill us all. You know what they say: better safe than sorry."
Buffy leaped forward without warning, her stake high in the air.
Before her feet even touched the ground, a small gray rabbit scurried
out of the bush.
"Looks like your hunch was right," Buffy said, looking at Willow.
"And thatÆs where youÆre all wrong."
Buffy swirled around, seeing a tall, handsome vampire just inches away
from Xander. Before Xander could bolt away, the vampire reached forward
and grabbed him by the neck. He lifted Xander several inches into the
air. "Mmm, dinner is served," the vampire murmured.
Xander closed his eyes as the vampireÆs mouth came closer to his neck.
Buffy reacted immediately, one foot kicking Xander out of the vampireÆs
hand. Xander fell to the ground, brushing himself off. "How about this
for an appetizer?" Buffy said, drawing her other foot into the air and
kicking the vampire against a tree.
Buffy swung her stake towards the vampire, but he lunged away. The
stake struck the tree, lodging inside. As Buffy pulled the stake out of
the tree, the vampire reached for her neck.
Willow kicked the vampireÆs shin, and he looked to her, surprised. And
that was all the time Buffy needed; she swung her fist against the
vampireÆs face. "Sorry you wonÆt be able to stay for the main course,"
she said, as she shoved the stake into the vampireÆs back. Willow
heaved a sigh of relief as the vampire vanished.
"LetÆs call it a night," Buffy said, turning away and starting back
towards home.
"Ok, and then what will we do?"
Buffy sighed, as she looked at Xander. "æCall it a night," as in
"letÆs go home and get some shut-eye.Æ"
"Ah."
Georgia Valentine stared out the window of her bedroom, her mind a
million miles away. She brushed her hair with the comb she held in her
right hand, staring into the darkness.
"ArenÆt you asleep yet?" Georgia frowned, hearing her motherÆs voice
from outside her room. Her motherÆs voice was irritatingly chirpy,
considering it was nearly midnight. "You need your beauty rest,
Georgia. Go to sleep."
"I need beauty, period," Georgia muttered to herself. She sat her comb
aside, having brushed it two hundred times, as her mother had taught
her. Then, she lifted a small mirror up towards her face, looking at
her reflection intently.
She was a plain girl of seventeen--and that was putting it nicely. Her
straight black hair parted in the middle, while her face was a pale
shade of white...although zits and blackheads dotted her nose and
cheeks. She pressed her thick glasses up against her nose, scowling at
herself in the mirror.
For as long as she could remember, her lack of beauty had been a
disappointment to her mother. Laura Valentine had been Homecoming
Queen, Prom Queen, and even Teen Queen of Sunnydale. LauraÆs light
blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes looked nearly as good as they had
decades ago. Laura had never been able to understand how her daughter
could be so...ugly. And she never let a day go by where she didnÆt
remind Georgia.
"Your father was so handsome," Laura would tell her daughter, in their
brief daily conversations. "He was captain of the football team. HeÆd
roll over in his grave if he saw you today."
Georgia tossed her comb across the room, and it hit the wall, then the
floor. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she continued to stare
into the small mirror. A soft pink glow appeared around the edges of
the mirror, and GeorgiaÆs eyes glowed the same color as she gazed deep
into the compact. "IÆll show them," she whispered. "IÆll show them
all!"
Students crowded through the halls of Sunnydale High. Cordelia pressed
her way through the crowd, shoving students left and right as she made
her way towards XanderÆs locker. Xander saw Cordelia out of the corner
of his eye, but pretended not to notice.
"Hello."
Xander turned around. "Cordelia! I didnÆt see you standing there."
Cordelia smiled at Xander. "Liar." Then, she crossed her arms across
her body, glancing downward. "Uh, you know the dance this Friday? I
was wondering if...if..."
"If you have something to ask me, then just say it," Xander replied.
"He removed a book from his locker. "You can ask me anything."
"Who said I was going to ask you anything?" Cordelia said, defensively.
"After all, isnÆt it the guyÆs job to ask the girl out?"
"Hello, this is the 1990Æs," Xander said, as he slammed his locker door
shut. "Have you heard of a little thing called womenÆs lib?"
"That only applies to things that women like to do," Cordelia snapped
back. "But we still expect to be asked out."
Xander sighed, as he and Cordelia began walking down the hallway.
"Okay, okay." He paused, then stopped in the middle of the hallway. In
a loud voice, he asked, "Cordelia, would you do me the honor of
accompanying me to the dance this Friday?"
Cordelia began to smile, then hid her emotion. She shrugged. "IÆll
have to think about it." And with that, she moved on past Xander, who
scratched his head, totally puzzled.
"Get out of the way, geek."
Georgia let out a yelp as Valerie Graves pushed her aside. Georgia hit
the floor, one leg bending backwards into an uncomfortable position.
Valerie and her friends paid Georgia no attention, as Valerie opened up
her locker. Valerie stared at herself in the large mirror she kept
inside her locker, adjusting her bra slightly to show more of her
breasts. She had the largest breasts in school, and never missed an
opportunity to show them off.
Georgia stood up from the ground, rubbing her hurt bottom. "You could
have asked, I would have moved," Georgia said, hesitating.
Valerie finished what she was doing in her locker, and then turned to
look at Georgia. "Well, you should know better than to get in my way,
Georgia. You and the other Class-A nerds should be set aside in your
own wing, so you wouldnÆt have to bother us."
Georgia frowned and turned away. As she did so, one of ValerieÆs
friends, a blonde named Tiffany, pushed Georgia up against the wall.
"You have a serious case of the uglies, Georgia. ItÆs hard to believe
your last name is Valentine, because thereÆs no way youÆd ever get a
Valentine from a boy at this school." Valerie and her other friend, a
girl named Amanda, burst into laughter. "But I have a solution for your
problem."
Georgia froze in fear, unable to move as Tiffany continued to hold her
against the closed locker. Tiffany removed some lipstick from her
purse, then pressed the bright red makeup against GeorgiaÆs face. She
smiled as she covered GeorgiaÆs face with the red lipstick. She didnÆt
stop until GeorgiaÆs lips and her surrounding mouth made her look almost
cartoonish. "Oops, sorry!" Tiffany said, laughing, as she put the stick
back into her purse. "Now the only guy that will touch you is Bozo the
Clown...but at least itÆs an improvement!"
Buffy and Willow had watched this scene from down the hallway. Now, as
Georgia turned away in shame, Buffy decided she had to do something.
"Hey!" she called out. "What makes you think you can make fun of
someone like that?"
Valerie turned and looked at Buffy. "What makes you think I canÆt?"
she challenged.
Buffy moved towards Valerie swiftly, and as she did, Valerie took her
lipstick back out of her purse, prepared to use it on Buffy if she
needed to. Buffy swatted the lipstick away with one hand, and Valerie
gasped as Buffy pressed Valerie against the same wall Georgia had been
on moments before.
"Stop making fun of people," Buffy whispered, leaning close to
ValerieÆs ear. "I donÆt like it." Then, she released Valerie from her
grasp, and walked on with Willow.
Valerie looked stunned for a moment, but as she regained her composure,
she joined her friends. They all looked at Buffy as she turned at the
end of the hallway. "SOMEONE sure got up on the wrong side of the bed
this morning," Valerie grumbled. "I mean, gee, it was just a joke!"
As the bell rang for second period, Valerie roamed through the hallway.
With no intention to go to class, all she wished to do was go to the
bathroom and have a smoke. She dashed down the hall, making sure that
no teacher was in sight.
Valerie rushed into the girlÆs bathroom, and couldnÆt help but examine
herself in the mirror. She swept one hand through her perfectly combed
red hair, then pressed her lips together, assuring herself that her
makeup was in place. Finally, she pushed her breasts out, trying to
make them appear to be even bigger than they actually were. "There she
is, Miss America!" Valerie exclaimed to herself, imagining that she was
the winner in the Miss America beauty pageant. She could see the crown
in her head, and smiled to herself at the thought.
"Someone has a high opinion of themselves, donÆt they?"
Valerie whirled around and watched as Georgia Valentine walked into the
bathroom. She grimaced, unable to find one positive thing about
GeorgiaÆs looks. Valerie had smooth, soft skin; GeorgiaÆs was covered
with zits and looked rough. Valerie had full breasts; GeorgiaÆs hadnÆt
grown since she was eight.
"I see youÆve wiped off the makeup I gave you," Valerie retorted.
"ItÆs a shame...the lipstick was the only thing you had going for you."
Georgia seemed to tense up, and Valerie continued hurling insults. "Do
the whole town a favor and go lie under a rock and die, Georgia. At
least then, we wonÆt have to look at your ugly face."
Georgia stayed silent, and removed her compact from the small purse she
had over one shoulder. "Let me see that," Valerie exclaimed, tearing
the mirror away.
"You REALLY shouldnÆt look in my mirror," Georgia teased, as Valerie
opened the compact up. "ThereÆs no telling what might happen if you
do."
Valerie rolled her eyes. "Going to sicÆ Buffy after me again? Please,
Georgia, youÆre in high school...you really need to learn to deal with
your own problems."
A smile appeared on GeorgiaÆs face as Valerie stared into the mirror.
The same pink glow that Georgia had seen in the mirror the night before
appeared again...and as it did so, the picture inside the mirror
shifted.
"Oh my God," Valerie whispered. She gazed at the picture inside the
mirror...the picture of her. She looked exactly the same...except she
was flat-chested. She looked up at Georgia. "Is this some kind of
joke?"
Georgia nodded slowly, then grinned. "The jokeÆs on you."
Before Valerie could say anything, a searing pain ripped through her
chest. She put her hands over her breasts, then pulled them away.
Georgia giggled as Valerie stared at her own hands...which were covered
with blood.
Valerie let out a scream as she looked at her blood-covered hands.
Then, with the pain too much for her to handle, she collapsed to the
ground.
Georgia picked up the compact from beside ValerieÆs body, and then
moved into a nearby stall. She could hear someone approaching, so she
lifted her feet on top of the toilet, trying to avoid being seen.
"Is everything all right?" It was Willow, yelling from outside the
bathroom. She mused to herself, "Of course, if everything isnÆt all
right, someone might not be able to tell me that. So maybe I should go
in."
Willow stepped into the bathroom, and gasped as she saw Valerie
sprawled out on the floor. ValerieÆs body turned over with a shudder,
and Willow screamed herself.
Where ValerieÆs large breasts had been, there was only blood.
Inside the stall, Georgia continued to smile. She opened the compact
again, and used it to look at her own breasts...which were larger then
they had been only a few moments before. She touched her breasts
through her shirt, trying to contain her happiness. The mirror glowed a
brighter pink as Georgia giggled happily to herself.
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