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Okay, to give you guys a better idea here's the second chapter
Title: Tribes of Blight
Author: Kitti-Chan
Pairing: Hee hee, wouldn’t you like to know? ~wink~
Spoilers: AU
Summary: A plague wipes out everyone over the age of 18, the Scooby’s endure.
A/N- Since everyone over 18 has died I decided not to kill the demons. Don’t ask me why it just doesn’t affect their physiology. Also Angel is still a vampire he just has no demon… I know it does not make much sense but I needed him around. I set it before their junior year because I did not want to deal with Aus and Hell and coming back and the mayor. Which brings me to him. He’s dead, he was basically human and over 18; hence death. Also Giles, sadly, died and not sadly Ben died too; taking Glory with him. Dawn however will still appear because the monks(who have died) had to put the Key somewhere.
Feedback: Would be much-ly appreciated
Email: Flamespout@hotmail.com
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/kat8cha
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing! Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! Because I am poor and grovel at your feet! ~grovels~
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer walked down the halls of her old high school wiping at a smudge of dirt on her cheek. While close to a year ago she might have been wearing preppy clothes and high-heeled shoes she now wore workable pants and shirt and tennis shoes. Beside her walked her preternatural boyfriend named Angel, he was tall, with a cro-magnon forehead and still wore all black and had his hair sticking straight up. No one was really sure how he managed it without hair products but he did. Buffy however without the dies she had been buying for ages had reverted to a dirty blond color for her hair it was still as long and wavy as it had been before though. “I’m glad we got that wall finished before tonight. Man I was getting worried we’d have to have a full guard posted there just so the wolves wouldn’t get in.” Angel sighed and smiled softly down at his younger lover. He had found out after escaping from the mages who had separated himself and his demon that he was deeply in love with Buffy and she was in love with him. However if he and his demon had still been trapped under that gypsy curse nothing would have come of it, Ms. Calender; Buffy’s former computer teacher, had left a note explaining how that curse would be broken by a moment of perfect happiness. Which sleeping with Buffy would have been, she was pretty feisty in bed.
“I agree, after the quiet nights we’ve been having I’m getting a little worried that the wolves have something planned.” Angel commented, eyebrows drawing together as he considered this particular thought.
“Maybe they’ve moved out of the area.” The blonde shrugged and glanced out one of the windows of a nearby room. “Getting dark, hope the generator for the lights holds out.”
“Andrew and Oz mentioned they had been running schematics checks all day. Nothing appears to be wrong.” Actually, that had not been quite what Andrew said but after trying to sift through the various pop culture and sci-fi allusions he had eventually turned to Oz, who had raise an eyebrow and said ‘Looks fine.’ Andrew and Oz both headed the Tech division for the Sunnydale group, called Alpha Tribe by most of the other California groups because they had been the first to form up and buckle down, and one talked too much while the other talked less then Angel himself. Beside him Buffy snorted and he glanced down to find her crinkling up her cute little button nose.
“You mean he made bizarre references to the Feringi and Obi-Wan Kenobi and jabbered on faster then a vampire can move until you gave up and looked at Oz, who shrugged.” Angel had to smile; a habit that he had picked up in the past few months. She was dead-on and so cute looking with her shining hazel eyes. “Do you think the wall will hold though? I mean its not exactly the best patch up I’ve ever seen. Thank goodness we were able to find all that plaster.” Suddenly she made an ‘oomph’ as she walked into someone who had exited one of the rooms that branched off from the hallway.
“Spike.” Angel said and glared slightly at his grand-childe as the punk-vamp winked at the slayer.
“Allo Peaches, Slayer. What’s two fine citizens like yourselves doin’ out ‘ere in the ‘all at such an hour?” Spike drawled, taking a sip of the home-made rotgut he and some of the other tribe members made when they had time on their hands.
“I think that’s something we should be asking you Spike! I thought you were supposed to be up on the wall tonight.” Buffy glared, she had not taken a liking to the youngest of Angel’s line. He was rude, vulgar, smoked and drank. Not to mention he had slept with about half the female teenagers, Harmony was still quite taken with him even after he had dumped her… After a one night stand.
“Oi! I was on my way up there! Wasn’t shirkin’ me duties!” Angel plucked the bottle of liquor out of Spikes and the blonde glared. His hair had reverted to its former mousy brown and had grown a little so the blonde had taken to tying it back so that it did not detract from the sharpness of his face or the snapping blue eyes.
“No drinking on duty Spike, I don’t care if you’re a vampire and can hold your liquor. It’s a rule.” Angel smirked, it was a widely known ‘secret’ that Spike could not hold his liquor worth a damn. Angel blamed it on his human father because it certainly was not Angelus’ fault.
“All right, all right I’m going!” Spike shouted over his shoulder at the slayer and his sire. Heading up to the wall he grumbled the whole time snickering silently at the way his sire’s pets hurried out of his way. Spike had come here because he was bored, and he knew that at least with his sire he would have a chance at getting at blood. Even if it was animal. His sire strictly rationed all the blood he and his childe drank but it was better then glutting and running out of meals. In truth Spike had come to like the happy meals on legs he surrounded himself with. Or at least view them in a non-mealish way. Little Dawnie was a right cutie, and that witch wasn’t so bad. Climbing the steps up to the wall the vampire sneered at the female slayer who stood there with a stake to his chest. Kendra, who had become a Slayer after Buffy’s death at the master’s hand, had died from a wolf attack and young Faith had been called. She had somehow found her way to the Hellmouth from Boston; some sort of Slayer Spidey-sense maybe, and became a part of the team. “Gonna finally put me out of my misery Chosen One; the Sequal?”
The dark slayer smirked and pocketed her stake, placing it alongside her gun and on the opposite hip as her short sword. “Naw. You’ve got your uses.” A whine came from the generator for the wall lights and the hot Bostonian rolled her eyes. “Like now. Can you fix that hunk of junk?” Andrew, the scrawny little Starwars brat, and Oz, decent guy for a werewolf, were huddled over the trashy looking scrap pile they called a light board. Andrew was alternately whining about how Jonathan and Warren would be able to fix this and struggling to find a way to overcome crappy technology. The little dweeb’s, and that is Not a protective twinge, friends had died shortly after the plague started one shorting himself out through technology and the other through magic. Andrew had been left alone and ready to die before the Scooby gang swooped in with emotional help.
“Maybe. Lemme at her.” Spike leered at the Slayer and was pleasantly surprised when she threw back her head and laughed. Nice laugh that one had.
As darkness fully descended on the high school lights turned on in the main building and a few of the outlying ones while the technicians on the wall frantically tried to turn on the Wolf Lights before the wolves arrived, unknowing that the creaking they mistook for the gate settling was mutated wolves bending it out of shape with their teeth and sneaking into the camp.
Willow brushed her hands over her khaki colored cargo pants and sighed before adjusting her beige shirt. She was tired, it had been a long and boring day in the infirmary. There had been a few medical check-ups and one girl worrying if she was pregnant, she was and when Willow had delivered(bad pun, shoot me) the news she had smiled joyously before running off to tell her significant other. The teenagers seemed to have recognized the fact that they needed to have lots of sex and children because of the loss of human life due to the plague. And since there were no more priests left, sin was kinda a matter of perspective. A knock came from the door and the redhead turned a blinding smile on the young girl who stood wavering in her doorframe.
During the plague Xander and his family had left town to visit some dying relatives, his parents had disappeared and Xan had made his way back on his own. Willow’s life long friend had stumbled across this brunette waif in a bit of a bad place and, white knight instincts to the fore, had brought her with him to Sunnydale. Dawn was a lost little thing; unable to find her place in the world she clung precariously to the role Xander had given her, that of assistant nurse.
“Dawn! You know you don’t need to knock.” Willow ushered the younger girl into the infirmary and smiled at her. “You know the drill. I’m right next door if you need me.” The redhead winked at the shy brunette and disappeared into a room located off the infirmary. It was the redheaded witch’s office slash bedroom. Sighing Willow untied the drawstrings of her cargos and allowed them to slip to the floor before pulling off her tee shirt and slipping under the covers in a sports bra and panties.
Dawn puttered around the main room of the infirmary before swinging herself onto one of the beds. She knew that this was an expanded version of the old Nurses office; as can be illustrated by the two padded beds, and the old optometry-testing thing, but Alpha Tribe had changed it. There was a huge binder filled with various teenagers medical histories and diseases caught often by Alpha Tribe. Instead of a chart listing medicines there was one prescribing herbs. Surgical instruments, gadgets you could find in a doctors bag, herbs and old medication hung on the wall. In the center of the room there was a largish wood table, with groves that ran around the edges which she knew were to catch the blood if they had to perform surgery. She knew that the blood would then be filtered and given to the vampires.
Dawn sighed. It was nice that Xander had brought her here but she really was not sure how to belong. After all Willow was enough of a nurse on her own she didn’t need an assistant. Eyes drifting across the room again they halted when they reached the yellowed eyes staring at her from the door.
Yellow. Eyes. Grey. Fur. Four. Feet. Tall. WOLF! “Willow!” Dawn shouted diving over the edge of the bed as the wolf jumped towards her hastily scrambling away. Then Willow was there with a crossbow aiming and pulling quickly, killing the wolf instantly with a shot through his eye. Tossing Dawn a gun she pulled out one of her own, dropped the crossbow and pulled out a knife. Three more wolves had crowded into the doorway and were growling. The foremost one lunged at Willow and she shot it as it revealed its vulnerable underbelly, then shot it again in the heart. Dawn pulled the trigger of her own gun, trying to deal with the recoil and aim at the same time. Shooting at the wolf that was in front of her several times she hit its front legs and then managed a headshot. Then the final wolf was in the room and lunging…
Willow fell back as the mutated animal hit her legs bowling her over then the creature was on her and snarling and slobbering and whining as she stabbed at its underbelly with her knife. Dawn held back from shooting afraid to hit Willow and then another fighter entered the room.
A sword swung down easily decapitating the wolf and rolling it off Willow so she got the minimum amount of blood on her. A hand reached down and pulled her up to meet smiling eyes. “Thanks Spike.”
The blue eyed vampire smirked at her, nodding to the little bit. “Nurse Willow, you might wanna put some clothes on.” The redhead glanced down and blushed. At Dawn’s worried shout she had rushed out of her room ready for battle and hadn’t grabbed any clothes. Stepping into her bedroom she slipped back into her cargos and stepped into her shoes before pulling her shirt over her head. She then grabbed her weapons belt and slipping that on was prepared to face the wolves.
Throughout the building people faced down the wolves, swinging swords, and knives, shooting bullets and cross bow bolts. On the wall Faith unleashed her slayer strength and watched the back of Oz as he let loose his wolf. Andrew pulled out his tazers and standing in the room of the tribe’s nursery a brunet male was a whirlwind of silver and black. A nurse, a vampire, and a waif killed those wolves who crossed their paths and turned blood spattered faces among the dead to find the living.
Finally all the wolves had been killed or had fled for the relative safety of the wilderness. Buffy stood spitting her hair out of her mouth looked at the ruined plaster and metal gate. “I told you it wouldn’t hold.” She said to Angel who rolled his eyes before they posted a guard and headed inside for some sleep.
Title: Tribes of Blight
Author: Kitti-Chan
Pairing: Hee hee, wouldn’t you like to know? ~wink~
Spoilers: AU
Summary: A plague wipes out everyone over the age of 18, the Scooby’s endure.
A/N- Since everyone over 18 has died I decided not to kill the demons. Don’t ask me why it just doesn’t affect their physiology. Also Angel is still a vampire he just has no demon… I know it does not make much sense but I needed him around. I set it before their junior year because I did not want to deal with Aus and Hell and coming back and the mayor. Which brings me to him. He’s dead, he was basically human and over 18; hence death. Also Giles, sadly, died and not sadly Ben died too; taking Glory with him. Dawn however will still appear because the monks(who have died) had to put the Key somewhere.
Feedback: Would be much-ly appreciated
Email: Flamespout@hotmail.com
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/kat8cha
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone here! I make no cash! No suing! Suing of the Kitti-chan is bad! Majorly not of the good! Because I am poor and grovel at your feet! ~grovels~
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer walked down the halls of her old high school wiping at a smudge of dirt on her cheek. While close to a year ago she might have been wearing preppy clothes and high-heeled shoes she now wore workable pants and shirt and tennis shoes. Beside her walked her preternatural boyfriend named Angel, he was tall, with a cro-magnon forehead and still wore all black and had his hair sticking straight up. No one was really sure how he managed it without hair products but he did. Buffy however without the dies she had been buying for ages had reverted to a dirty blond color for her hair it was still as long and wavy as it had been before though. “I’m glad we got that wall finished before tonight. Man I was getting worried we’d have to have a full guard posted there just so the wolves wouldn’t get in.” Angel sighed and smiled softly down at his younger lover. He had found out after escaping from the mages who had separated himself and his demon that he was deeply in love with Buffy and she was in love with him. However if he and his demon had still been trapped under that gypsy curse nothing would have come of it, Ms. Calender; Buffy’s former computer teacher, had left a note explaining how that curse would be broken by a moment of perfect happiness. Which sleeping with Buffy would have been, she was pretty feisty in bed.
“I agree, after the quiet nights we’ve been having I’m getting a little worried that the wolves have something planned.” Angel commented, eyebrows drawing together as he considered this particular thought.
“Maybe they’ve moved out of the area.” The blonde shrugged and glanced out one of the windows of a nearby room. “Getting dark, hope the generator for the lights holds out.”
“Andrew and Oz mentioned they had been running schematics checks all day. Nothing appears to be wrong.” Actually, that had not been quite what Andrew said but after trying to sift through the various pop culture and sci-fi allusions he had eventually turned to Oz, who had raise an eyebrow and said ‘Looks fine.’ Andrew and Oz both headed the Tech division for the Sunnydale group, called Alpha Tribe by most of the other California groups because they had been the first to form up and buckle down, and one talked too much while the other talked less then Angel himself. Beside him Buffy snorted and he glanced down to find her crinkling up her cute little button nose.
“You mean he made bizarre references to the Feringi and Obi-Wan Kenobi and jabbered on faster then a vampire can move until you gave up and looked at Oz, who shrugged.” Angel had to smile; a habit that he had picked up in the past few months. She was dead-on and so cute looking with her shining hazel eyes. “Do you think the wall will hold though? I mean its not exactly the best patch up I’ve ever seen. Thank goodness we were able to find all that plaster.” Suddenly she made an ‘oomph’ as she walked into someone who had exited one of the rooms that branched off from the hallway.
“Spike.” Angel said and glared slightly at his grand-childe as the punk-vamp winked at the slayer.
“Allo Peaches, Slayer. What’s two fine citizens like yourselves doin’ out ‘ere in the ‘all at such an hour?” Spike drawled, taking a sip of the home-made rotgut he and some of the other tribe members made when they had time on their hands.
“I think that’s something we should be asking you Spike! I thought you were supposed to be up on the wall tonight.” Buffy glared, she had not taken a liking to the youngest of Angel’s line. He was rude, vulgar, smoked and drank. Not to mention he had slept with about half the female teenagers, Harmony was still quite taken with him even after he had dumped her… After a one night stand.
“Oi! I was on my way up there! Wasn’t shirkin’ me duties!” Angel plucked the bottle of liquor out of Spikes and the blonde glared. His hair had reverted to its former mousy brown and had grown a little so the blonde had taken to tying it back so that it did not detract from the sharpness of his face or the snapping blue eyes.
“No drinking on duty Spike, I don’t care if you’re a vampire and can hold your liquor. It’s a rule.” Angel smirked, it was a widely known ‘secret’ that Spike could not hold his liquor worth a damn. Angel blamed it on his human father because it certainly was not Angelus’ fault.
“All right, all right I’m going!” Spike shouted over his shoulder at the slayer and his sire. Heading up to the wall he grumbled the whole time snickering silently at the way his sire’s pets hurried out of his way. Spike had come here because he was bored, and he knew that at least with his sire he would have a chance at getting at blood. Even if it was animal. His sire strictly rationed all the blood he and his childe drank but it was better then glutting and running out of meals. In truth Spike had come to like the happy meals on legs he surrounded himself with. Or at least view them in a non-mealish way. Little Dawnie was a right cutie, and that witch wasn’t so bad. Climbing the steps up to the wall the vampire sneered at the female slayer who stood there with a stake to his chest. Kendra, who had become a Slayer after Buffy’s death at the master’s hand, had died from a wolf attack and young Faith had been called. She had somehow found her way to the Hellmouth from Boston; some sort of Slayer Spidey-sense maybe, and became a part of the team. “Gonna finally put me out of my misery Chosen One; the Sequal?”
The dark slayer smirked and pocketed her stake, placing it alongside her gun and on the opposite hip as her short sword. “Naw. You’ve got your uses.” A whine came from the generator for the wall lights and the hot Bostonian rolled her eyes. “Like now. Can you fix that hunk of junk?” Andrew, the scrawny little Starwars brat, and Oz, decent guy for a werewolf, were huddled over the trashy looking scrap pile they called a light board. Andrew was alternately whining about how Jonathan and Warren would be able to fix this and struggling to find a way to overcome crappy technology. The little dweeb’s, and that is Not a protective twinge, friends had died shortly after the plague started one shorting himself out through technology and the other through magic. Andrew had been left alone and ready to die before the Scooby gang swooped in with emotional help.
“Maybe. Lemme at her.” Spike leered at the Slayer and was pleasantly surprised when she threw back her head and laughed. Nice laugh that one had.
As darkness fully descended on the high school lights turned on in the main building and a few of the outlying ones while the technicians on the wall frantically tried to turn on the Wolf Lights before the wolves arrived, unknowing that the creaking they mistook for the gate settling was mutated wolves bending it out of shape with their teeth and sneaking into the camp.
Willow brushed her hands over her khaki colored cargo pants and sighed before adjusting her beige shirt. She was tired, it had been a long and boring day in the infirmary. There had been a few medical check-ups and one girl worrying if she was pregnant, she was and when Willow had delivered(bad pun, shoot me) the news she had smiled joyously before running off to tell her significant other. The teenagers seemed to have recognized the fact that they needed to have lots of sex and children because of the loss of human life due to the plague. And since there were no more priests left, sin was kinda a matter of perspective. A knock came from the door and the redhead turned a blinding smile on the young girl who stood wavering in her doorframe.
During the plague Xander and his family had left town to visit some dying relatives, his parents had disappeared and Xan had made his way back on his own. Willow’s life long friend had stumbled across this brunette waif in a bit of a bad place and, white knight instincts to the fore, had brought her with him to Sunnydale. Dawn was a lost little thing; unable to find her place in the world she clung precariously to the role Xander had given her, that of assistant nurse.
“Dawn! You know you don’t need to knock.” Willow ushered the younger girl into the infirmary and smiled at her. “You know the drill. I’m right next door if you need me.” The redhead winked at the shy brunette and disappeared into a room located off the infirmary. It was the redheaded witch’s office slash bedroom. Sighing Willow untied the drawstrings of her cargos and allowed them to slip to the floor before pulling off her tee shirt and slipping under the covers in a sports bra and panties.
Dawn puttered around the main room of the infirmary before swinging herself onto one of the beds. She knew that this was an expanded version of the old Nurses office; as can be illustrated by the two padded beds, and the old optometry-testing thing, but Alpha Tribe had changed it. There was a huge binder filled with various teenagers medical histories and diseases caught often by Alpha Tribe. Instead of a chart listing medicines there was one prescribing herbs. Surgical instruments, gadgets you could find in a doctors bag, herbs and old medication hung on the wall. In the center of the room there was a largish wood table, with groves that ran around the edges which she knew were to catch the blood if they had to perform surgery. She knew that the blood would then be filtered and given to the vampires.
Dawn sighed. It was nice that Xander had brought her here but she really was not sure how to belong. After all Willow was enough of a nurse on her own she didn’t need an assistant. Eyes drifting across the room again they halted when they reached the yellowed eyes staring at her from the door.
Yellow. Eyes. Grey. Fur. Four. Feet. Tall. WOLF! “Willow!” Dawn shouted diving over the edge of the bed as the wolf jumped towards her hastily scrambling away. Then Willow was there with a crossbow aiming and pulling quickly, killing the wolf instantly with a shot through his eye. Tossing Dawn a gun she pulled out one of her own, dropped the crossbow and pulled out a knife. Three more wolves had crowded into the doorway and were growling. The foremost one lunged at Willow and she shot it as it revealed its vulnerable underbelly, then shot it again in the heart. Dawn pulled the trigger of her own gun, trying to deal with the recoil and aim at the same time. Shooting at the wolf that was in front of her several times she hit its front legs and then managed a headshot. Then the final wolf was in the room and lunging…
Willow fell back as the mutated animal hit her legs bowling her over then the creature was on her and snarling and slobbering and whining as she stabbed at its underbelly with her knife. Dawn held back from shooting afraid to hit Willow and then another fighter entered the room.
A sword swung down easily decapitating the wolf and rolling it off Willow so she got the minimum amount of blood on her. A hand reached down and pulled her up to meet smiling eyes. “Thanks Spike.”
The blue eyed vampire smirked at her, nodding to the little bit. “Nurse Willow, you might wanna put some clothes on.” The redhead glanced down and blushed. At Dawn’s worried shout she had rushed out of her room ready for battle and hadn’t grabbed any clothes. Stepping into her bedroom she slipped back into her cargos and stepped into her shoes before pulling her shirt over her head. She then grabbed her weapons belt and slipping that on was prepared to face the wolves.
Throughout the building people faced down the wolves, swinging swords, and knives, shooting bullets and cross bow bolts. On the wall Faith unleashed her slayer strength and watched the back of Oz as he let loose his wolf. Andrew pulled out his tazers and standing in the room of the tribe’s nursery a brunet male was a whirlwind of silver and black. A nurse, a vampire, and a waif killed those wolves who crossed their paths and turned blood spattered faces among the dead to find the living.
Finally all the wolves had been killed or had fled for the relative safety of the wilderness. Buffy stood spitting her hair out of her mouth looked at the ruined plaster and metal gate. “I told you it wouldn’t hold.” She said to Angel who rolled his eyes before they posted a guard and headed inside for some sleep.