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Title: Anywhere but Here
Author:Chia Sano
Characters: It beest a Surprise but there is a certain sexy blue smurf.
Pairings: Oz/Xander Andrew/Spike Surprise/Surprise
Rating: Pg-13 ---- Nc-17
Chapter: 1/?
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, a couple are but the Buffy and Angel chars belongeth to Joss.
Spoilers: All of Buffy to Season 5 of Angel
Feedback: Yes please, yes please!
Summary: Pawns in a game between Good and Evil, Mischief and Dark Evil. Brought together for a cause, to die or to live. To adapt or to break and to insanity give in. They'd rather be Anywhere but Here.
Note: Oz comes in this chapter towards the end. I gave a spoilers warning, please read it 'cuz I hate to spoil folks. Feedback is good and me liketh muchly.
WARNING: Language
-Part the First-
The walls were white, the floors were white, even the damn ceiling was white and after the scaly grey guards had tossed her into the room along with another familiar brunette...well brunette and blue haired woman, the door had vanished and so she was stuck in this endless sea of white, and had been for what seemed like hours.
Eerie ass blue eyes were staring at her, she could feel them even though she wasn't looking at the demon ***** freak of nature from hell. So she was being a little heavy on the insults.
Faith had had enough. The brunette slayer spun around and glared at the being in Nerdy Science girl's body..and clad in red leather. "What the hell is your problem?"
The head tilted slightly as Ilyria's examination of the slayer was terminated by it's rude inquisition. "You dare to speak to me this way?"
The brunette took a step back." Yeah I dare, if you haven't noticed I'm the sort that is not afraid to hand people their **** and tell them to back the hell off."
"You should be executed for your insolence."
"Maybe I wasn't clear enough, stop staring at me. Get the **** out of my face and leave me alone. That clear enough for ya Blue, or do you need another damn clue."
Ilyria's eyes followed the Slayer as the young woman paced from one side of their cell to the other. The food that had been given for nourishment had been ignored by the brown haired girl, and the anger tinged with aprehension yet void of fear rolled off of her in waves of red bled with blue.
"You waste your energy with useless movement. Do you not wish to be prepared for an altercation?"
Faith paused and looked at Ilyria once more with a puzzled look but did not answer, settling for stopping and crossing her arms.
The tray of food was nudged and eyed with disgust as the blue accented female pushed the tray towards the other woman."Your wounds will heal more quickly if you replenish your stregnth."
Faith slid to a seated position against the white wall and snorted sarcastically."And this so important to you why?"
Ilyria's head tilted to the side once more."It, It is not." Her voice wavered slightly, and the demon goddess frowned inwardly cursing the slight show of emotion. She who she shared the shell with was a thorn in her flesh, introducing pathetic human weaknesses and feelings into Ilyria's mind.
The slayer shook her head and poked at the tray at her side with obvious disdain. "I got over this crap they try to pass as food the last time I broke out of jail..."
This statement caused icy blue eyes to widen a fraction. "You have been imprisoned before?" The female paused for a moment. "Yes, for taking the life of another human. You were not slain for this moral slight?"
Faith picked up a green stick of something that was supposed to be a vegetable and stared at it. "They tried, couldn't catch me so I winded up turning myself in."
" You willingly allowed yourself to be locked away like a wild beast."
The slayer rolled her eyes and nibbled on the stalk of green."Yeah, sure...go with that."
A few minutes of silence passed by, the sound of the slayer chewing breaking the blissful realm of no noise everynow and then.
At the low buzzing hum, both women jumped to their feet. Their bodies tense and in defensive postures as the watched the door to their cell slowly slide open.
A short and mischevious little black girl peeked her head around the door and into the cell and smiled brightly before stepping into full view. Long blond hair worn in 2 plaits and streaked with red, and twinkling black eyes that tilted at the edges and were completely black, no pupil or iris. These attributes hinted to the tiny woman's less than human herritage. Clad in a red silk dress that was loose like a tunic and a pair of black leather leggings, she was almost cute in a petite little girlish way.
The tiny woman smiled brightly at the two puzzled women. "Oh my..it's true, they did screw up! Yall really aren't supposed to be here." The soft and childlike voice bounced off the walls in a sprinkle of light laughter.
"Forgive these lack brained idiots for locking you up, just...they are brainless fools who follow Margave's orders blindly." The 4'8 little lady put her hands on her hips and looked over her shoulder with a 'tsk'.
Faith and Ilyria stood staring at the little woman with expressions of shock and surprise and well...confusion.
"Who the hell are you?" The slayer blurted out finally.
Yavi blinked. "I'm Yavi of course. Now c'mon, get a scoot on you two. The dancing dolls aren't gonna hold the guards for long y'know!" The tiny lady pursed her lips and made shooing motions towards the door.
Ilyria took a tentative step forward before pausing and staring at the woman once more."You wish to set us at liberty?"
The sprite giggled and gave a tiny bounce." Well of course you silly little girl. Now out you go!"
The slayer and the demon looked at eachother before walking past the smiling midget and out of the prison door.
Yavi watched them leave, a slow and naughty smile spreading over her face. "This is gonna be more fun than I thought." With that she pulled a list out of the air and checked off 2 names before blowing a kiss towards the door and vanishing with a *poof*.
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Andrew hugged his backpack to his chest tightly and glared at the back of the too tall guard dude who had picked him up by the back of his t-shirt and sniffed him. Now his hands were tied before him and he was being tugged along towards a rather crude encampment.
He had given up on threats of buttkickage done to the scary man by slayers, and hexes cast upon him by very powerful witches about a mile back and now his feet hurt and he had a headache from his current dehydrated state and also his "Trogdor' t-shirt had several holes in it now thanks to the sharp claws of his captor.
Another sharp pull on the dirty rope and the young Watcher gave a startled squeak and an annoyed 'h, hey!'.
The guard gave a harsh grunt turned around to grab the upset young man and bodily lift him off the ground and growl in his face.
Andrew would not cry, he was a watcher now. He was more manlier and not afraid of-
The creature's lips pulled back to reveal rows of razor sharp teeth and Andrew let out a loud scream as the thing rasped out in bad english."Smells to eat..." And said teeth neared his throat.
The dainty brunette licked a small trickle of red from her fingers and released her death grip, letting the naughty man fall to the ground. He tasted like a starless night, all work and no play. Yellow eyes scanned the tent, and a lazy smile washed over her victorian features accented by the sharp planes of her demon visage.
A loud scream caught the vampiress's attention and she cocked her darkhaired head to the side, dreamily following the alluring call.
Andrew had always known he'd die someday, but this being eaten idea, was really starting to suck. His scream had startled the demon, but not for long seeing as dark grey eyes narrowed into slits and the mouth opened wider.
The geeky young man screamed again and squirmed and wished he had some sort of weapon and yelled out apologies to all the people he may have offended 'cuz he'd never get a chance to say sorry since he was so going to die now.
The guard's head suddenly twisted with a violent snap and Andrew stared as the grey skinned demon was pushed to the side revealing a petite and pale woman.
Drusilla planted a small foot on the carcass and rolled it over with narrowed eyes before speaking in the soft flower girl accent."Touching things that do not belong to you, the starry veil marrs your complextion and Miss Edith has run away..." The vampire tsked almost dissapointedly. "No more sweets for you." She scolded the dead body with a slight pout.
The blonde watcher blinked and stared at the woman as she talked to the dead body and bent down to run a sharp nail down the demon's cheek, a line of red resting upon the grey skin, and the finger brought to her lips.
The undead seer turned to examine the young man, removing the finger from her mouth with a grimace and a glare at the cadaver before taking a step towards where he sprawled on the mossy ground. "Hello little boy."
Andrew swallowed and gave a nervous little smile at the strange woman."Uh, h, hi...I guess I should thank you for saving my life. So thank you and-"
He stopped speaking as the brunette woman brought a finger to her lips and shushed him. "The trees have eyes and are nosy little mousies, we must take our tea in private."
A pale and fragile looking hand was extended towards the boy on the ground, and he took it tentatively as the vampiress pulled him to his feet. Wow, she was stronger than she looked.
Andrew opened his mouth to speak but she looked at him with narrowed eyes and he slowly shut it earning a tiny giggle from his rescuer before the ropes around his wrists were removed.
Dru tilted her head to the side listening at some distant sound before grabbing her new pet's hand and hurrying him along with a soft hiss.
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Xander was running, and had been running for the last 20 minutes and was starting to feel it, but knew he had to keep running. The snarls and growls from the large creature following him were getting louder as the predator gave chase.
The carpenter pressed himself to the ground behind some bushes and prayer to every deity he could think of after he had twisted his ankle and fell.
The female werewolf sniffed the air and growled once more as she zeroed in on her prey.
The short red haired man paused shifted his bag to his other shoulder and then promptly dropping it at the sound of a were hunting call.
Xander managed to roll out of the way of the initial pounce scrambling to his feet and crying out in pain as his injured ankle sang out in protest.
The she-wolf circled the trembling human and sniffed the air once more before lunging at the man once more.
Xander looked around frantically before the wolf landed on him, snarling and snapping those scary big teeth and looking like everything BUT a granny.
Struggling and avoiding bites, the Zeppo received a nasty gash across his cheek and groaned as claws dug into his stomach and then his legs leaving behind bloody rakes.
There was a streak of red fur and suddenly his burden was lifted as the werewolf was literally torn off of him.
Loud snarls and growls filled the air as the dark haired man tried to sit up, blinking to clear his vision and seeing 2 werewolves instead of one. He cursed and winced as he watched the 2 wolves claw and bite at each other. The black wolf let out a yelp and started to back away, earning another fierce growl from the red one before turning tail and running away swiftly.
The carpenter went wide eyed as the werewolf neared his side, sniffing at him and those black eyes seeming to look him over with something akin to concern. The look vaguely familiar, and so was the color of the were and the size and the...oh ****.
"O, Oz?"
His voice was weak and brittle sounding and he tried to chuckle but the lights swimming behind his eyes beckoned to him and he gladly followed them into the world of the unconcious by promptly passing out.
Oz-Wolf whimpered slightly, licking at the man's wounds before pacing around the human distractedly and sniffing the air. With a resolute snarl the were moved back to the human's side, resting his head on his stomach and settling down to stand watch over the injured man.
Title: Anywhere but Here
Author:Chia Sano
Characters: It beest a Surprise but there is a certain sexy blue smurf.
Pairings: Oz/Xander Andrew/Spike Surprise/Surprise
Rating: Pg-13 ---- Nc-17
Chapter: 2/?
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, a couple are but the Buffy and Angel chars belongeth to Joss.
Spoilers: All of Buffy to Season 5 of Angel
Feedback: Yes please, yes please!
Summary: Pawns in a game between Good and Evil, Mischief and Dark Evil. Brought together for a cause, to die or to live. To adapt or to break and to insanity give in. They'd rather be Anywhere but Here.
Note: I gave a spoilers warning, please read it 'cuz I hate to spoil folks. Feedback is good and me liketh muchly.
WARNING: Torture, Language, Nudity....
-Part the Second-
The whip sang out in soprano as it whistled through the air, that hand that wielded the instrument professional. Glittering green eyes watched with glee as the lean yet muscular back had another strip of red added to it's pale canvas.
Held aloft by cold and metalic bonds, the bite of the sharp metal cuffs sending small streams of crimson down taut, strong yet slender arms.The figure was male, however built delicately, his dark brown hair hung to his mid back, damp of sweat and strands clinging to his face.
Another whistle and another stripe added to it's weeping brethren, but the young man suspended from the ceiling only flexed his hands. His only reaction to the fire consuming his back. He kept his eyes shut and his head bowed conciously ignoring the scent of his master's lustful reaction.
"Such a pretty one you are..." The tall man with a grey tinged complextion and slicked back black hair moved closer to the back of his pretty pet.
The young man shook his head and began to tremble a soft plea spoken in a soft Irish lilt, and a childlike tinge slipping from his slips."Please no...n, no.."
Ulerius, threw back his head a laughed a hoarse and whispery laugh. His green eyes darkening with lust. Margave was the Keeper of the Dark, and his 'accidental' daughter Yavi was the Keeper of Mischief. They had their place, but as the Keeper of Pain Ulerius had little time for the affairs of the realm.
The whip was set aside for now and clawed fingers carefully released the young brunette from his bonds and he trembled even more violently. Ulerius brought a hand up as if to caress the young man's face, dark tendril of murky energy swirling around his hand before slowly seeping into the pale and almost white flesh of the male in his arms.
Emerian's head lolled back and his eyes filled with white as a piercing wail, something akin to a siren's call, came out of his mouth.
Ulerius closed his eyes and a slow smile spread across his face."Yes little one, sing for me..."
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This would not do, this would not do at all. The pieces had been shipped in and the game board had been erected. The blonde haired dark skinned tiny woman shook her little hand and scowled at the proceedings from her perch on a ceiling rafter.
The black train of the Dark Madam's elaborate gown trailed along the marble floors as she paced from one side of the room to the other, mentally going over the details in her mind. She had the white pieces shipped in and her aides were carefully going through the rituals needed to start the activities.
It was a splendid plan, something to pass the time and feed the wards of the Dark Court. Pain, Death, and Deceit had all signed up to play and Margave smiled to herself as she thought of what those not on her side would pay.
The Keeper carefully arranged herself on her throne, gold rimmed glasses perched on her nose as she read over the agenda with a light scowl. Black lips parted with a long suffering sigh, and glittering red eyes rolled towards the ceiling.
Yavi gave a tiny yip and with a swift *poof* she dissapeared from view leaving a frowning dark queen with a vaguely puzzled expression on her regal features before red eyes went back to scanning her plans. She would never understand that meddlesome and nosy little flea.
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Yavi scowled to herself and she passed out of the shadows and landed lightly on 2 booted feet. Giving a shiver as she marched along, the sprite swore loudly. It was no fair or fun, and just not right. Destroy the balance and there was no room for Mischief or games.
She turned and shook her fist at the wall of black mist and gave a sympathetic sniffle at the steady and beautifully woeful scream that came from her Father's palace. He was torturing the one from the other realm again. Yavi liked the handsome male that could pass as a woman, he was great fun and sometimes she'd go and visit him and they'd make fun of Margave's toadies together and eat sweets and if she was lucky he'd cuddle her.
The little sprite sat down on the ground and crossed her legs, perching her elbow on her knee and her chin on her hand. Margave and Daddy had told her to stay out of it, it was none of her concern. The hell? Allowing realities to bleed together was so her concern seeing as she lived in this reality and would more than likely die during the shift. Besides, she was 3013 years old, they should stop treating her like she was 500.
Her normally smiling lips rested in a grim line as she stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. Fine, they said no direct intervention, she could do indirect.
Yavi had already set 2 game pieces free, a tiny push to bring then to their side of the board wouldn't hurt...and it wasn't direct either. It would be up to them to survive after that point, she'd only be a guide.
<i>" The pieces have arrived, and not yet been set up.
In order to survive, united they must be
Since human constitution is all it used to be
6 or 7 miles, they're panting like weak pups
So to set the board to score, I offer this tiny push
Bring their court together, cuz things are about to get rough."</i>
The tiny woman finished her airy chant and opened her shut eyes, smiling softly as the light pink and silver sparkles of her signature faded out of view.
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"What the hell is your problem!?" The slayer managed to spit out the question after she had the wind knocked out of her. She pushed the red clad woman off of her with a shove and rubbed her head where it had hit the ground with a none to gentle thud.
Ilyria was puzzled, and it showed in her icy blue eyes as she was rolled off of the one called Faith. The disturbance of the air she had felt as invisible hands reached out for her and the Slayer. She had attempted to shove the brown haired on out of her way but in the end her actions proved to be futile.
"We are not where we were."
A painfilled and weak voice rasped out a sarcastic. "Ya think?"
Illyria turned to stare at the injured young man and the naked smaller man at his side and her head cocked to the side at Faith's startled. "Xander?"
The name was unfamiliar to her, but obviously the Chosen one was acquainted with the man. The demon goddess turned her head in the direction of girlish laughter.
"I'd like to go again please." The female breed had her eyes half closed and a dreamy smile on her face as she addressed the air and clapped her hands together merrily.
Andrew blinked at the sudden change of scenery before catching sight of the brunette slayer leaning over Xander's bloody body and using strips of her own shirt as crude bandages. "Oh thank ye gods, Faith!"
Illyria turned to stare at the 5th unfamiliar face in the room but remained silent, they were all strangers to her.
A slender blonde woman with gentle features stood in the door way and the room went completely silent as shocked gasps were collectively drawn by all but Illyria and the injured Xander.
The blonde brushed a strand of loose hair behind her ear and looked dazed as well. She ran a hand self-conciously down the front of her grey skirt, shifting so the garment rustled softly."F,Faith, O, Oz? What are you guys doing here?" Blue eyes quickly scanned the room lingering on the injured man before they focussed and she quickly entered the room moving to his side."Oh my God, Xander..."She looked up at Faith."Can you carry him?"
Faith nodded slightly staring at the supposed to be dead witch with wary eyes.
As the slayer lifted the mumbling and wincing man, the blonde directed them through several long corridors and into a bedroom.
Xander was laid out on the bed and the blonde left the room, returning with a box of medical supplies and settling down beside him to begin her examination. His eyes fluttered open and widened slightly."Tara?" was the whispered and awefilled question.
Author:Chia Sano
Characters: It beest a Surprise but there is a certain sexy blue smurf.
Pairings: Oz/Xander Andrew/Spike Surprise/Surprise
Rating: Pg-13 ---- Nc-17
Chapter: 1/?
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, a couple are but the Buffy and Angel chars belongeth to Joss.
Spoilers: All of Buffy to Season 5 of Angel
Feedback: Yes please, yes please!
Summary: Pawns in a game between Good and Evil, Mischief and Dark Evil. Brought together for a cause, to die or to live. To adapt or to break and to insanity give in. They'd rather be Anywhere but Here.
Note: Oz comes in this chapter towards the end. I gave a spoilers warning, please read it 'cuz I hate to spoil folks. Feedback is good and me liketh muchly.
WARNING: Language
-Part the First-
The walls were white, the floors were white, even the damn ceiling was white and after the scaly grey guards had tossed her into the room along with another familiar brunette...well brunette and blue haired woman, the door had vanished and so she was stuck in this endless sea of white, and had been for what seemed like hours.
Eerie ass blue eyes were staring at her, she could feel them even though she wasn't looking at the demon ***** freak of nature from hell. So she was being a little heavy on the insults.
Faith had had enough. The brunette slayer spun around and glared at the being in Nerdy Science girl's body..and clad in red leather. "What the hell is your problem?"
The head tilted slightly as Ilyria's examination of the slayer was terminated by it's rude inquisition. "You dare to speak to me this way?"
The brunette took a step back." Yeah I dare, if you haven't noticed I'm the sort that is not afraid to hand people their **** and tell them to back the hell off."
"You should be executed for your insolence."
"Maybe I wasn't clear enough, stop staring at me. Get the **** out of my face and leave me alone. That clear enough for ya Blue, or do you need another damn clue."
Ilyria's eyes followed the Slayer as the young woman paced from one side of their cell to the other. The food that had been given for nourishment had been ignored by the brown haired girl, and the anger tinged with aprehension yet void of fear rolled off of her in waves of red bled with blue.
"You waste your energy with useless movement. Do you not wish to be prepared for an altercation?"
Faith paused and looked at Ilyria once more with a puzzled look but did not answer, settling for stopping and crossing her arms.
The tray of food was nudged and eyed with disgust as the blue accented female pushed the tray towards the other woman."Your wounds will heal more quickly if you replenish your stregnth."
Faith slid to a seated position against the white wall and snorted sarcastically."And this so important to you why?"
Ilyria's head tilted to the side once more."It, It is not." Her voice wavered slightly, and the demon goddess frowned inwardly cursing the slight show of emotion. She who she shared the shell with was a thorn in her flesh, introducing pathetic human weaknesses and feelings into Ilyria's mind.
The slayer shook her head and poked at the tray at her side with obvious disdain. "I got over this crap they try to pass as food the last time I broke out of jail..."
This statement caused icy blue eyes to widen a fraction. "You have been imprisoned before?" The female paused for a moment. "Yes, for taking the life of another human. You were not slain for this moral slight?"
Faith picked up a green stick of something that was supposed to be a vegetable and stared at it. "They tried, couldn't catch me so I winded up turning myself in."
" You willingly allowed yourself to be locked away like a wild beast."
The slayer rolled her eyes and nibbled on the stalk of green."Yeah, sure...go with that."
A few minutes of silence passed by, the sound of the slayer chewing breaking the blissful realm of no noise everynow and then.
At the low buzzing hum, both women jumped to their feet. Their bodies tense and in defensive postures as the watched the door to their cell slowly slide open.
A short and mischevious little black girl peeked her head around the door and into the cell and smiled brightly before stepping into full view. Long blond hair worn in 2 plaits and streaked with red, and twinkling black eyes that tilted at the edges and were completely black, no pupil or iris. These attributes hinted to the tiny woman's less than human herritage. Clad in a red silk dress that was loose like a tunic and a pair of black leather leggings, she was almost cute in a petite little girlish way.
The tiny woman smiled brightly at the two puzzled women. "Oh my..it's true, they did screw up! Yall really aren't supposed to be here." The soft and childlike voice bounced off the walls in a sprinkle of light laughter.
"Forgive these lack brained idiots for locking you up, just...they are brainless fools who follow Margave's orders blindly." The 4'8 little lady put her hands on her hips and looked over her shoulder with a 'tsk'.
Faith and Ilyria stood staring at the little woman with expressions of shock and surprise and well...confusion.
"Who the hell are you?" The slayer blurted out finally.
Yavi blinked. "I'm Yavi of course. Now c'mon, get a scoot on you two. The dancing dolls aren't gonna hold the guards for long y'know!" The tiny lady pursed her lips and made shooing motions towards the door.
Ilyria took a tentative step forward before pausing and staring at the woman once more."You wish to set us at liberty?"
The sprite giggled and gave a tiny bounce." Well of course you silly little girl. Now out you go!"
The slayer and the demon looked at eachother before walking past the smiling midget and out of the prison door.
Yavi watched them leave, a slow and naughty smile spreading over her face. "This is gonna be more fun than I thought." With that she pulled a list out of the air and checked off 2 names before blowing a kiss towards the door and vanishing with a *poof*.
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Andrew hugged his backpack to his chest tightly and glared at the back of the too tall guard dude who had picked him up by the back of his t-shirt and sniffed him. Now his hands were tied before him and he was being tugged along towards a rather crude encampment.
He had given up on threats of buttkickage done to the scary man by slayers, and hexes cast upon him by very powerful witches about a mile back and now his feet hurt and he had a headache from his current dehydrated state and also his "Trogdor' t-shirt had several holes in it now thanks to the sharp claws of his captor.
Another sharp pull on the dirty rope and the young Watcher gave a startled squeak and an annoyed 'h, hey!'.
The guard gave a harsh grunt turned around to grab the upset young man and bodily lift him off the ground and growl in his face.
Andrew would not cry, he was a watcher now. He was more manlier and not afraid of-
The creature's lips pulled back to reveal rows of razor sharp teeth and Andrew let out a loud scream as the thing rasped out in bad english."Smells to eat..." And said teeth neared his throat.
The dainty brunette licked a small trickle of red from her fingers and released her death grip, letting the naughty man fall to the ground. He tasted like a starless night, all work and no play. Yellow eyes scanned the tent, and a lazy smile washed over her victorian features accented by the sharp planes of her demon visage.
A loud scream caught the vampiress's attention and she cocked her darkhaired head to the side, dreamily following the alluring call.
Andrew had always known he'd die someday, but this being eaten idea, was really starting to suck. His scream had startled the demon, but not for long seeing as dark grey eyes narrowed into slits and the mouth opened wider.
The geeky young man screamed again and squirmed and wished he had some sort of weapon and yelled out apologies to all the people he may have offended 'cuz he'd never get a chance to say sorry since he was so going to die now.
The guard's head suddenly twisted with a violent snap and Andrew stared as the grey skinned demon was pushed to the side revealing a petite and pale woman.
Drusilla planted a small foot on the carcass and rolled it over with narrowed eyes before speaking in the soft flower girl accent."Touching things that do not belong to you, the starry veil marrs your complextion and Miss Edith has run away..." The vampire tsked almost dissapointedly. "No more sweets for you." She scolded the dead body with a slight pout.
The blonde watcher blinked and stared at the woman as she talked to the dead body and bent down to run a sharp nail down the demon's cheek, a line of red resting upon the grey skin, and the finger brought to her lips.
The undead seer turned to examine the young man, removing the finger from her mouth with a grimace and a glare at the cadaver before taking a step towards where he sprawled on the mossy ground. "Hello little boy."
Andrew swallowed and gave a nervous little smile at the strange woman."Uh, h, hi...I guess I should thank you for saving my life. So thank you and-"
He stopped speaking as the brunette woman brought a finger to her lips and shushed him. "The trees have eyes and are nosy little mousies, we must take our tea in private."
A pale and fragile looking hand was extended towards the boy on the ground, and he took it tentatively as the vampiress pulled him to his feet. Wow, she was stronger than she looked.
Andrew opened his mouth to speak but she looked at him with narrowed eyes and he slowly shut it earning a tiny giggle from his rescuer before the ropes around his wrists were removed.
Dru tilted her head to the side listening at some distant sound before grabbing her new pet's hand and hurrying him along with a soft hiss.
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Xander was running, and had been running for the last 20 minutes and was starting to feel it, but knew he had to keep running. The snarls and growls from the large creature following him were getting louder as the predator gave chase.
The carpenter pressed himself to the ground behind some bushes and prayer to every deity he could think of after he had twisted his ankle and fell.
The female werewolf sniffed the air and growled once more as she zeroed in on her prey.
The short red haired man paused shifted his bag to his other shoulder and then promptly dropping it at the sound of a were hunting call.
Xander managed to roll out of the way of the initial pounce scrambling to his feet and crying out in pain as his injured ankle sang out in protest.
The she-wolf circled the trembling human and sniffed the air once more before lunging at the man once more.
Xander looked around frantically before the wolf landed on him, snarling and snapping those scary big teeth and looking like everything BUT a granny.
Struggling and avoiding bites, the Zeppo received a nasty gash across his cheek and groaned as claws dug into his stomach and then his legs leaving behind bloody rakes.
There was a streak of red fur and suddenly his burden was lifted as the werewolf was literally torn off of him.
Loud snarls and growls filled the air as the dark haired man tried to sit up, blinking to clear his vision and seeing 2 werewolves instead of one. He cursed and winced as he watched the 2 wolves claw and bite at each other. The black wolf let out a yelp and started to back away, earning another fierce growl from the red one before turning tail and running away swiftly.
The carpenter went wide eyed as the werewolf neared his side, sniffing at him and those black eyes seeming to look him over with something akin to concern. The look vaguely familiar, and so was the color of the were and the size and the...oh ****.
"O, Oz?"
His voice was weak and brittle sounding and he tried to chuckle but the lights swimming behind his eyes beckoned to him and he gladly followed them into the world of the unconcious by promptly passing out.
Oz-Wolf whimpered slightly, licking at the man's wounds before pacing around the human distractedly and sniffing the air. With a resolute snarl the were moved back to the human's side, resting his head on his stomach and settling down to stand watch over the injured man.
Title: Anywhere but Here
Author:Chia Sano
Characters: It beest a Surprise but there is a certain sexy blue smurf.
Pairings: Oz/Xander Andrew/Spike Surprise/Surprise
Rating: Pg-13 ---- Nc-17
Chapter: 2/?
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, a couple are but the Buffy and Angel chars belongeth to Joss.
Spoilers: All of Buffy to Season 5 of Angel
Feedback: Yes please, yes please!
Summary: Pawns in a game between Good and Evil, Mischief and Dark Evil. Brought together for a cause, to die or to live. To adapt or to break and to insanity give in. They'd rather be Anywhere but Here.
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WARNING: Torture, Language, Nudity....
-Part the Second-
The whip sang out in soprano as it whistled through the air, that hand that wielded the instrument professional. Glittering green eyes watched with glee as the lean yet muscular back had another strip of red added to it's pale canvas.
Held aloft by cold and metalic bonds, the bite of the sharp metal cuffs sending small streams of crimson down taut, strong yet slender arms.The figure was male, however built delicately, his dark brown hair hung to his mid back, damp of sweat and strands clinging to his face.
Another whistle and another stripe added to it's weeping brethren, but the young man suspended from the ceiling only flexed his hands. His only reaction to the fire consuming his back. He kept his eyes shut and his head bowed conciously ignoring the scent of his master's lustful reaction.
"Such a pretty one you are..." The tall man with a grey tinged complextion and slicked back black hair moved closer to the back of his pretty pet.
The young man shook his head and began to tremble a soft plea spoken in a soft Irish lilt, and a childlike tinge slipping from his slips."Please no...n, no.."
Ulerius, threw back his head a laughed a hoarse and whispery laugh. His green eyes darkening with lust. Margave was the Keeper of the Dark, and his 'accidental' daughter Yavi was the Keeper of Mischief. They had their place, but as the Keeper of Pain Ulerius had little time for the affairs of the realm.
The whip was set aside for now and clawed fingers carefully released the young brunette from his bonds and he trembled even more violently. Ulerius brought a hand up as if to caress the young man's face, dark tendril of murky energy swirling around his hand before slowly seeping into the pale and almost white flesh of the male in his arms.
Emerian's head lolled back and his eyes filled with white as a piercing wail, something akin to a siren's call, came out of his mouth.
Ulerius closed his eyes and a slow smile spread across his face."Yes little one, sing for me..."
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This would not do, this would not do at all. The pieces had been shipped in and the game board had been erected. The blonde haired dark skinned tiny woman shook her little hand and scowled at the proceedings from her perch on a ceiling rafter.
The black train of the Dark Madam's elaborate gown trailed along the marble floors as she paced from one side of the room to the other, mentally going over the details in her mind. She had the white pieces shipped in and her aides were carefully going through the rituals needed to start the activities.
It was a splendid plan, something to pass the time and feed the wards of the Dark Court. Pain, Death, and Deceit had all signed up to play and Margave smiled to herself as she thought of what those not on her side would pay.
The Keeper carefully arranged herself on her throne, gold rimmed glasses perched on her nose as she read over the agenda with a light scowl. Black lips parted with a long suffering sigh, and glittering red eyes rolled towards the ceiling.
Yavi gave a tiny yip and with a swift *poof* she dissapeared from view leaving a frowning dark queen with a vaguely puzzled expression on her regal features before red eyes went back to scanning her plans. She would never understand that meddlesome and nosy little flea.
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Yavi scowled to herself and she passed out of the shadows and landed lightly on 2 booted feet. Giving a shiver as she marched along, the sprite swore loudly. It was no fair or fun, and just not right. Destroy the balance and there was no room for Mischief or games.
She turned and shook her fist at the wall of black mist and gave a sympathetic sniffle at the steady and beautifully woeful scream that came from her Father's palace. He was torturing the one from the other realm again. Yavi liked the handsome male that could pass as a woman, he was great fun and sometimes she'd go and visit him and they'd make fun of Margave's toadies together and eat sweets and if she was lucky he'd cuddle her.
The little sprite sat down on the ground and crossed her legs, perching her elbow on her knee and her chin on her hand. Margave and Daddy had told her to stay out of it, it was none of her concern. The hell? Allowing realities to bleed together was so her concern seeing as she lived in this reality and would more than likely die during the shift. Besides, she was 3013 years old, they should stop treating her like she was 500.
Her normally smiling lips rested in a grim line as she stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. Fine, they said no direct intervention, she could do indirect.
Yavi had already set 2 game pieces free, a tiny push to bring then to their side of the board wouldn't hurt...and it wasn't direct either. It would be up to them to survive after that point, she'd only be a guide.
<i>" The pieces have arrived, and not yet been set up.
In order to survive, united they must be
Since human constitution is all it used to be
6 or 7 miles, they're panting like weak pups
So to set the board to score, I offer this tiny push
Bring their court together, cuz things are about to get rough."</i>
The tiny woman finished her airy chant and opened her shut eyes, smiling softly as the light pink and silver sparkles of her signature faded out of view.
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"What the hell is your problem!?" The slayer managed to spit out the question after she had the wind knocked out of her. She pushed the red clad woman off of her with a shove and rubbed her head where it had hit the ground with a none to gentle thud.
Ilyria was puzzled, and it showed in her icy blue eyes as she was rolled off of the one called Faith. The disturbance of the air she had felt as invisible hands reached out for her and the Slayer. She had attempted to shove the brown haired on out of her way but in the end her actions proved to be futile.
"We are not where we were."
A painfilled and weak voice rasped out a sarcastic. "Ya think?"
Illyria turned to stare at the injured young man and the naked smaller man at his side and her head cocked to the side at Faith's startled. "Xander?"
The name was unfamiliar to her, but obviously the Chosen one was acquainted with the man. The demon goddess turned her head in the direction of girlish laughter.
"I'd like to go again please." The female breed had her eyes half closed and a dreamy smile on her face as she addressed the air and clapped her hands together merrily.
Andrew blinked at the sudden change of scenery before catching sight of the brunette slayer leaning over Xander's bloody body and using strips of her own shirt as crude bandages. "Oh thank ye gods, Faith!"
Illyria turned to stare at the 5th unfamiliar face in the room but remained silent, they were all strangers to her.
A slender blonde woman with gentle features stood in the door way and the room went completely silent as shocked gasps were collectively drawn by all but Illyria and the injured Xander.
The blonde brushed a strand of loose hair behind her ear and looked dazed as well. She ran a hand self-conciously down the front of her grey skirt, shifting so the garment rustled softly."F,Faith, O, Oz? What are you guys doing here?" Blue eyes quickly scanned the room lingering on the injured man before they focussed and she quickly entered the room moving to his side."Oh my God, Xander..."She looked up at Faith."Can you carry him?"
Faith nodded slightly staring at the supposed to be dead witch with wary eyes.
As the slayer lifted the mumbling and wincing man, the blonde directed them through several long corridors and into a bedroom.
Xander was laid out on the bed and the blonde left the room, returning with a box of medical supplies and settling down beside him to begin her examination. His eyes fluttered open and widened slightly."Tara?" was the whispered and awefilled question.