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And one more
Okay, totally too sleepy to continue. I'll shoot for Mortifex and the final battle tomorrow. May make it, may not, but I know I'm too tired to be coherent tonight. I suspect when I look at this one I'm going to cringe, but oh well. Done is done.
DRAGON (seriously, you weren't expecting a title at this point, were you?)
Once everyone had calmed down and heard Buffy’s explanation for why Spike was wearing his fangs, they all draped themselves on chairs around the table to recover.
“What was that thing doing?”
“I believe it was siphoning off our essences – our humanity, perhaps. It did seem to become slightly more solid and visible with each victim.”
“So, what? We all got our… selves back when the slightly less evil undead there killed it?”
“Apparently so.” Giles looked at Buffy and Spike. “To what do we owe the timely rescue? Did you know it was coming here?”
“Nope. We just… I mean, I… When are you going to tell me how to kill Multi-plex? I mean, sheesh! There we were, all ready to do him in, and it turns out I don’t know how.”
“You were there? You’ve been inside his tower?”
“Yeah, we've been in the Tower of Power. He had a bunch of really nasty things we had to hack our way through, and then some vamps that thought they were all that. But we took them out and then he was all mad at Spike for not killing me and he told us to get out. And Spike asked me how to kill him, and I didn’t know, so we came back to find out.” She beamed at Giles. “So. How do we kill him?”
Giles shook his head, trying to follow the conversation while he also processed that Spike’s demon would not kill Buffy even when ordered to by a magician. Leaving that troubling thought for another day, he said, “You can’t. You will have to get Willow and I close enough to work a spell that will send him back to… well, to wherever he came from.”
“No problem. We know where he is, don’t we, Spike?”
After much loud discussion, it was agreed that everyone would go. Tara and Anya would add their voices to Giles and Willow’s in hopes that it would strengthen the spell. Xander would accompany them because… he was Xander and he wouldn’t allow his friends to go off to battle without him.
“I don’t like it, Spike muttered. “It’s too quiet. There’s got to be something coming. That bugger isn’t going to let us just waltz back in there… Bloody hell!”
“Oh how pretty!” Willow said. “Look at it!”
“I am looking at it,” Buffy said, pulling her sword from its sheath on her back. “It’s a dragon – a skeleton dragon.” Spike also produced a sword and joined her as they waited for it to approach.
“Wings first, love,” he said. “Then the other bones.”
“You’re going to kill it?” Willow was appalled.
“Uh, yeah? I think we know what it’s doing here. What do you expect me to do with it? You know it’s going to try to stop us…”
“But it’s beautiful!” Willow pointed at the silver-boned creature circling overhead.
Spike rolled his eyes. “Now is not the time for ‘It followed me home, can I keep it,’” he said, shaking his head. “Just get out of the way and let the Slayer and me handle it.”
Willow ignored him and had a quick whispered conversation with Tara while Spike and Buffy stepped forward to meet the dragon as it settled to the ground some distance away.
“Go back!” it said in a voice that rattled past the bones holding up its head. “You may not pass.”
“Oh, we’re passing, Puff. You can count on it.” Buffy glared and waved her sword around.
“Puff?”
“The Magic Dragon. What’s wrong with you, did you sleep through the folky era?”
“Wasn’t really my scene, Slayer,” he growled, hefting his own sword as the dragon clacked its way toward them. It’s bony tail dragged across the swampy ground, leaving a trail behind it.
Just as it got close enough for Buffy to take a practice swing at it’s head, Willow and Tara began to chant. The dragon roared and lifted his wings, opening his mouth to show sharp teeth as big as one of Buffy’s stakes. He loomed over the Slayer and her vampire, holding his wings out of reach and crouching to attack.
And then he was gone. Buffy and Spike whirled around, swords at the ready. They looked up into the night sky, but there was no flash of silver or sound of wings. It wasn’t until a glint on the ground caught their eyes that they noticed the tiny figured hopping around in the grass.
Willow ran up, cooing, “There you go, pretty thing. Willow’s got you. I’ll take good care of you…” She scoped up the tiny dragon and put him in her pocket, then looked at a gaping Buffy. “What? Problem solved. You don’t have to fight a dragon, and I have a new pet. I’m going to call him… okay. Not Puff. Something else. Something more… dragony.”
DRAGON (seriously, you weren't expecting a title at this point, were you?)
Once everyone had calmed down and heard Buffy’s explanation for why Spike was wearing his fangs, they all draped themselves on chairs around the table to recover.
“What was that thing doing?”
“I believe it was siphoning off our essences – our humanity, perhaps. It did seem to become slightly more solid and visible with each victim.”
“So, what? We all got our… selves back when the slightly less evil undead there killed it?”
“Apparently so.” Giles looked at Buffy and Spike. “To what do we owe the timely rescue? Did you know it was coming here?”
“Nope. We just… I mean, I… When are you going to tell me how to kill Multi-plex? I mean, sheesh! There we were, all ready to do him in, and it turns out I don’t know how.”
“You were there? You’ve been inside his tower?”
“Yeah, we've been in the Tower of Power. He had a bunch of really nasty things we had to hack our way through, and then some vamps that thought they were all that. But we took them out and then he was all mad at Spike for not killing me and he told us to get out. And Spike asked me how to kill him, and I didn’t know, so we came back to find out.” She beamed at Giles. “So. How do we kill him?”
Giles shook his head, trying to follow the conversation while he also processed that Spike’s demon would not kill Buffy even when ordered to by a magician. Leaving that troubling thought for another day, he said, “You can’t. You will have to get Willow and I close enough to work a spell that will send him back to… well, to wherever he came from.”
“No problem. We know where he is, don’t we, Spike?”
After much loud discussion, it was agreed that everyone would go. Tara and Anya would add their voices to Giles and Willow’s in hopes that it would strengthen the spell. Xander would accompany them because… he was Xander and he wouldn’t allow his friends to go off to battle without him.
“I don’t like it, Spike muttered. “It’s too quiet. There’s got to be something coming. That bugger isn’t going to let us just waltz back in there… Bloody hell!”
“Oh how pretty!” Willow said. “Look at it!”
“I am looking at it,” Buffy said, pulling her sword from its sheath on her back. “It’s a dragon – a skeleton dragon.” Spike also produced a sword and joined her as they waited for it to approach.
“Wings first, love,” he said. “Then the other bones.”
“You’re going to kill it?” Willow was appalled.
“Uh, yeah? I think we know what it’s doing here. What do you expect me to do with it? You know it’s going to try to stop us…”
“But it’s beautiful!” Willow pointed at the silver-boned creature circling overhead.
Spike rolled his eyes. “Now is not the time for ‘It followed me home, can I keep it,’” he said, shaking his head. “Just get out of the way and let the Slayer and me handle it.”
Willow ignored him and had a quick whispered conversation with Tara while Spike and Buffy stepped forward to meet the dragon as it settled to the ground some distance away.
“Go back!” it said in a voice that rattled past the bones holding up its head. “You may not pass.”
“Oh, we’re passing, Puff. You can count on it.” Buffy glared and waved her sword around.
“Puff?”
“The Magic Dragon. What’s wrong with you, did you sleep through the folky era?”
“Wasn’t really my scene, Slayer,” he growled, hefting his own sword as the dragon clacked its way toward them. It’s bony tail dragged across the swampy ground, leaving a trail behind it.
Just as it got close enough for Buffy to take a practice swing at it’s head, Willow and Tara began to chant. The dragon roared and lifted his wings, opening his mouth to show sharp teeth as big as one of Buffy’s stakes. He loomed over the Slayer and her vampire, holding his wings out of reach and crouching to attack.
And then he was gone. Buffy and Spike whirled around, swords at the ready. They looked up into the night sky, but there was no flash of silver or sound of wings. It wasn’t until a glint on the ground caught their eyes that they noticed the tiny figured hopping around in the grass.
Willow ran up, cooing, “There you go, pretty thing. Willow’s got you. I’ll take good care of you…” She scoped up the tiny dragon and put him in her pocket, then looked at a gaping Buffy. “What? Problem solved. You don’t have to fight a dragon, and I have a new pet. I’m going to call him… okay. Not Puff. Something else. Something more… dragony.”