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| Finding a Way Home - The Wrath of the Giant, Evil Bunny by araedhel (8 Reviews) | | abc + + + |  | | | Thanks to my lovely beta MarzBar.
“Why did I listen to you again?” Buffy asked Spike.
He rolled his eyes and ignored her. In the past half-hour they had been attacked by and killed over twenty-five demons. Somehow, Buffy had reasoned that every attack was his fault. He wasn’t exactly happy about the whole being in a hell dimension either, but you didn’t see him complaining.
“Spike, are you listening to me?”
He whirled around. “Shut up,” he hissed., “If you keep talking we’re going to lose the element of surprise. We’re going up against a castle full of demons and there are only two of us. For the love of God, shut up!” She shut up, but then she stuck out her lower lip and pouted. Spike found his eyes strangely attracted to her lip. At that moment, for some reason he wanted nothing more than to kiss her. ‘What is going on!?’ he thought, ‘I love Dru, even if she did try to kill me. As soon as we get out of here, I am going to make her neck my chalice and drink her blood.’ Somehow, the idea didn’t hold as much appeal to him as it did before.
“What are we waiting for?” she asked. He shook his head and they, once again, began walking.
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They edged along the wall toward what they believed to be the throne room. They swiftly killed snapped the guards’ necks and moved towards the doors. They smoothly pulled them open. The sight that greeted their eyes made the Slayer burst into laughter.
“Shut up, Slayer. They get really angry when people laugh at them,” Spike said nervously.
“But the - ha-ha - king *snort* of this hell dimension is a giant bunny! Don’t you find that the least bit amusing?” Buffy said. She was clutching her stomach.
“It’s a trayl demon,” he said., “Your...uh…‘giant bunny’ has venomous fangs and breathes fire.” He grabbed a sword off of a display on the stone wall. The ‘giant bunny’ was clearly getting angry. It had begun to rise from its throne. He grabbed another sword and handed it to the Slayer. Guards began streaming into the room. Buffy finally straightened up and stopped laughing.
“Nice going, Slayer,” he said, “Being killed by a ‘giant bunny is not the way I pictured myself dusting.”
“I could kill you now if you want,” she offered generously., “Then, technically, you wouldn’t have been killed by a giant bunny.”
“Thanks,” he said dryly, “but I think I’ll pass.” The trayl demon lunged forward, breathing fire. They sprang apart…right into the arms of the guards. Buffy managed to decapitate hers. Then she went to help Spike. More and more guards poured into the room. Buffy and Spike were fighting back to back. “This is all your fault!” he yelled at her.
“How do you figure?”
“You’re the one who made it angry.” Then Spike noticed that one of the demons that had come into the room was holding a book open and waving something around. “Pet,” he said, “See the guy with the smelly herbs.” Buffy grunted. “Our life and our chances of getting out of here depend on killing him.”
“Let’s go then,” she said. They fought their way over. Spike grabbed the wizard and began putting whatever herbs he could find in his duster pockets. Then he grabbed the book and hid that. The wizard said several more words as he was struggling in Spike’s grasp. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the Slayer fall to the ground. He could feel himself begin to collapse. He snapped the wizard’s neck on the way down.
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For the first time in over one hundred years, when Spike woke up, he was warm. He opened his eyes and realized that, to his horror, he was snuggled up against the Slayer. She snuggled further into his chest. There was a peaceful smile on her face. It suddenly struck him that she was beautiful. He sniffed the air. He couldn’t quite place the smell that was coming from Buffy. Then he realized that it was her arousal. He moved away from her, disgusted. She was probably dreaming about the Poof. “Spike,” she moaned. He froze. She was dreaming about him. He felt himself growing hard. ‘I’m in love with Dru. I’m in love with Dru,’ he repeated over and over again in his head, but his other head wasn’t listening to him.
For the first time he glanced around at their surroundings. They were in a dirt prison cell, underground. He pulled his duster forward so that his erection wasn’t obvious and then he gently shook Buffy awake. She yawned and glanced around. Then she scowled at him. “This is all your fault,” she said. He rolled his eyes. “It was your skanky, queen-of-the-damned, ho bag, girlfriend that sent us here.”
“Yes, Slayer, and it’s my fault because I asked to be run through with a sword,” he said sarcastically.
“Exactly, you’re always asking for it,” she agreed, “So how are we going to get out of this one. I do not want to be the main dish for an evil, giant bunny.”
“It’s not a bunny and I have a way to get out of here,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Really,” she said, “So tell me, Spikey, what’s your brilliant plan?” He casually swept off his duster. He began pulling vials of herbs out of his pockets. “So we’re going to make ourselves so smelly that they won’t want to eat us? Truly a stroke of genius.” He turned his back to her and began searching his duster for something. Buffy’s mouth began to water as she stared at his ass. She raked her eyes over his tight shirt, imagining what lay underneath. ‘Bad Buffy’ she thought., ‘He’s evil. I’ve already done the whole vampire thing and look how that turned out. Just because he’s sexy and has a nice butt and that accent…I’m in trouble.’
Spike once again smelled the Slayer’s arousal. He glanced over his shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows at her. “See something you like, pet?” he asked. Her cheeks turned pink and she looked down. Then, with a triumphant smile, he produced the magic book. “Slayer, we’re going home.”
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