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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 so 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.
And yes I do love Hyena!Xander
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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Willow and Dawn huddled over the body of one of the wolves, the witch using surgical instruments to extract the bullets from the wolf’s dead body so the metal could be melted down and formed into new bullets. The bodies they had finished with were taken outside, had it’s teeth and claws extracted before being skinned and then burned. The room was filled with the carcasses if the wolves that had been hauled in by members of Alpha Tribe. The two caretakers turned bullet extractors were tired, they wore paper masks over the bottom of their faces to protect themselves slightly from the smell and the blood. Over their everyday clothes they wore blood encrusted plastic poncho’s and plastic gloves on their hands as they busied themselves with the cutting tools.
“Having fun there?” Spike asked as he dropped one more dead wolf into the pile in the room. Willow shot him a glance that turned into a glare when she saw him light up a cigarette.
“Spike I realize that smoking might not kill you but we no longer possess the tools to deal with cancer caused by second hand smoke so kindly put. It. Out!” Willow growled doing a fairly good wolf impression. Spike rolled his eyes before stamping the butt out. Then his own look turned into a glare as he looked around the room. There was a weakened heartbeat somewhere and only a couple of people in the room.
“Oi! Which one of you ‘ere’s injured?” He queried. The humans exchanged glances and shrugged. They felt fine, were probably the least injured of the tribe except for those who had been protected against the wolf attack.
“What are you talking about Spike?” Willow huffed, Dawn glanced up shyly but continued to work on extracting a bullet buried deep in the wolf. Spike turned sharpened blue eyes to meet Willow’s snapping green ones.
“I can hear a weakened heartbeat! One of you’s injured!” Spike stated watching as Red paled.
“None of us is hurt…” She murmured before realizing it must be one of the wolves. Just then an injured body launched out of the pile, flinging off the body on top of it and charging at Spike. “Spike!” The vampire went down, the hurting wolf digging it’s claws into his shoulder and dragging across his chest. Spike flung the animal off him but without much room to work with the animal sprung for him again, biting viciously down on his leg. Spike gave a shout and went down. The wolf let go of his leg and was climbing on top towards the kill when there was a flash of silver and the body was decapitated trapping an injured vampire underneath the dead wait.
“Wills did I just kill our resident Evil Dead?” A familiar, and far to happy in Spikes opinion, asked. From beneath the wolf Spike tried to move only to wince as that hurt like a son of a bitch.
“No Harris! Still very much un-dead!” Spike growled out, “Now get this fucking heavy thing off of me!” A chuckle and then the heavily furred body is thrown off Spike by two pairs of masculine hands. The other mortal moves away but Harris is gaping down at him, Red moves in and is chewing her lip in that cute way of hers as she looks over his wounds.
“Fuck Spike, those are pretty bad.” Spike’s chest is marred by long and deep scratches and his leg has a huge bite mark. The blond vamp tried to move only to be pulled up form the pain. “And with only animal blood they’re gonna take a fucking long time to heal.” Lifting the smaller man easily into his arms Xander smiled at Willow who smiled back.
“Oi! Put me down Droopy!” Spike shouted trying to wriggle out of the other mans arms only to pull up in pain. “Bloody hell!”
Willow smiled and shooed Dawn ahead of her. “We’ll be back for the wolves bodies soon. Gotta take care of our savior!” And with a giggle that Spike didn’t think he had heard in all his time at Alpha tribe the little witch began to babble with the whelp at a high pace as they all traipsed down to the infirmary like a bloody parade. Behind them Spike can practically smell the change in the rooms emotions, instantly the humans moods become lighter because of Harris and Willow’s babble and the young woman’s laughter.
Once they got there Willow applied some herbs to his wounds, mumbling some small spells to speed up the healing process before allowing Dawn to use him as what the little chit cheerfully called a ‘wrap dummy’. Spike growled at the brunette waif who merely giggled and continued to wrap him in bandages. The vampire knew there was nothing he could do, for at least a few days maybe up to a week he would be in constant horrible pain if he moved and the movement would only worsen his injuries. After that it would still take a little time to completely heal. He used his time productively though, watching the whelp and witch babble at each other at a speed that would do vampires proud. He wondered briefly how they breathed before relaxing back and enjoying the view. Red was pretty, she probably had been before the plague but now she had become gorgeous. Her short red hair framed a pale heart shaped face with snapping green eyes. She had thinned out and muscles now played under her skin. She wasn’t lacking in the chest department either, nice bit of flesh she got there. Her skin was tanned lightly too, from working outside no doubt and a light smattering of freckles showed on her arms and over her nose. Every move Willow made was calm and peaceful but in battle last night she had been all fire and spirit shooting first and charging into battle. Her form and the way she had moved last night had reminded him of a wild cat. Jaguar maybe.
Harris reminded him of a hyena though. The boy had put on muscle, and as his frame had filled out he had grown broad shoulders and strong legs. The whelp hadn’t gained all the weight her should have though and so his frame looked half-finished, probably wasn’t eating right. He was tall, about as tall as Angel now and even though he should have towered over everyone else he stooped and shifted his feet giving off a little boy air. In battle though he was ruthless, his body lengthened and straightened out and the short curly hair flew about as he threw punches that on his friends he would have pulled. He scavenged from the dead, taking knives, guns, food and cash in the few moments before another opponent appeared. The boy was wily, leading adversaries into traps and positions that yielded him the match. And sometimes Spike could swear his eyes flashed green.
Right now though they seemed like the happy teenagers that Spike had never met and if he had probably would have brought home to Drusilla if given the time. That would have ruined them, or turned them even more fierce then they were already.
“All done!” Dawn proclaimed and stepped away from Spike who favored her with one of his rare half-smiles.
“Thanks l’il bit.” The waif blushed and shifted away as Willow stepped forward. Xander kept himself in the background but the expression on his face told Spike he was done and finished and expected no thanks.
“Spike, I’m gonna see if I can get you a few pints of human blood to help with the healing or at the least some more animal blood from Angel. Just go to sleep now it’ll help the healing.” The witch mumbled some words over him and the blonde instantly dropped off.
The next day Spike watches Willow as she moves around the infirmary, especially when she bends over to reach something in the drawers on one of the cabinets. Tribe members stop in to talk to Willow about problems they’ve been having, and Spike watches as Willow instructs the ones who seem to have problems in their personal life, or emotionally to talk to Xander. He had seen the boy talk to people who gave off scents that normally he would assume to be ‘prey’ and change them into ‘predators’. Spike had also seen Harris standing in rooms with couples screaming at each other but had ignored it. Was he the Tribe’s bloody psychiatrist?
As if called by his thoughts Xander walked into the infirmary, maybe walked in weren’t the right words, strolled in was more like. He nods to Willow, who is giving someone a check up but to the vampires surprise, walks straight over to Spike. Pulling up one of the plastic chairs Harris spun it around and straddled it, a sight which made Spike briefly speculate on the boys sexuality.
“Hey Deadboy Jr.” Xander says as he reaches around to draw the privacy curtain. Spike, while busy snarling at the nickname, was not quite so unobservant to notice that Willow did not bat an eye at it. After all why wouldn’t her seemingly vampire hating friend close the curtain while talking to a wounded vamp?
“If Peaches won’t let you call him Deadboy what makes you think I’m gonna let you call me that?” Spike snarled out and bopped the smirking dolt with his good arm. Harris rubbed the spot that would later bruise and form a small bump but it was not a bad hit. Spike hadn’t even been trying, and the annoying smirk was still there.
“Because, D.J. I’m bringing you J.D.” And with this statement Xander brought out a bottle of Jack Daniels, a bottle he had put a lot of sweat and blood into finding and then had carefully hidden. Handing it over to the blond vampire the brunet mortal noticed Spike handled it with reverent care. Spike was surprised, and definitely awestruck. This boy had not only brought him beer but decent beer at that! And in a bloody post-apocalyptic world! Suddenly Spike nailed Xander to his seat with a narrow eyed stare, and man could those eyes go from pleased to pissed in no time flat.
“This isn’t spiked with holy water is it whelp?” Xander started laughing at that.
“That’s a good idea oh blue-eyed-wonder. Kill the recovering vampire.” Then it was Harris’ turn to nail Spike to his spot. Those eyes definitely held a spark of green, he’d bet this new bottle of J.D. on that! “You saved Willow and Dawn. If you had not arrived I’m damn certain one of them, if not both, would have been hurt if not killed. I was halfway across the compound protecting the crèche. There was no way I could have made it here even if I had known. I might have stopped that wolf from mauling you but I still owe you.” Spike smiled slowly at that. He understood a gentleman’s debt.
Placing the bottle on the stand next to his make-shift bed he held out his good hand to Xander. The brunet’s smile matched his own and as they shook hands blue eyes met brown and something sparked. Xander’s smile became fake and he quickly put an end to the handshake before standing up. “Well my visits over, have fun with the beer Blondie. And make sure to obey Doctor’s orders!” Then the boy was gone, though not before giving Spike a particularly nice view of his ass as he walked away. The vampire listened as Xander gave Willow a peck on the cheek and promised to see her for dinner before leaving.
Twisting the cap off the beer Spike took a sip, intending to savor it. After all, might be a while before he could enjoy booze, a bird and a boy. Smiling slightly Spike started putting together a plan to maybe just enjoy the bird and boy without the booze.
Or bruises.
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 so 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.
And yes I do love Hyena!Xander
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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Willow and Dawn huddled over the body of one of the wolves, the witch using surgical instruments to extract the bullets from the wolf’s dead body so the metal could be melted down and formed into new bullets. The bodies they had finished with were taken outside, had it’s teeth and claws extracted before being skinned and then burned. The room was filled with the carcasses if the wolves that had been hauled in by members of Alpha Tribe. The two caretakers turned bullet extractors were tired, they wore paper masks over the bottom of their faces to protect themselves slightly from the smell and the blood. Over their everyday clothes they wore blood encrusted plastic poncho’s and plastic gloves on their hands as they busied themselves with the cutting tools.
“Having fun there?” Spike asked as he dropped one more dead wolf into the pile in the room. Willow shot him a glance that turned into a glare when she saw him light up a cigarette.
“Spike I realize that smoking might not kill you but we no longer possess the tools to deal with cancer caused by second hand smoke so kindly put. It. Out!” Willow growled doing a fairly good wolf impression. Spike rolled his eyes before stamping the butt out. Then his own look turned into a glare as he looked around the room. There was a weakened heartbeat somewhere and only a couple of people in the room.
“Oi! Which one of you ‘ere’s injured?” He queried. The humans exchanged glances and shrugged. They felt fine, were probably the least injured of the tribe except for those who had been protected against the wolf attack.
“What are you talking about Spike?” Willow huffed, Dawn glanced up shyly but continued to work on extracting a bullet buried deep in the wolf. Spike turned sharpened blue eyes to meet Willow’s snapping green ones.
“I can hear a weakened heartbeat! One of you’s injured!” Spike stated watching as Red paled.
“None of us is hurt…” She murmured before realizing it must be one of the wolves. Just then an injured body launched out of the pile, flinging off the body on top of it and charging at Spike. “Spike!” The vampire went down, the hurting wolf digging it’s claws into his shoulder and dragging across his chest. Spike flung the animal off him but without much room to work with the animal sprung for him again, biting viciously down on his leg. Spike gave a shout and went down. The wolf let go of his leg and was climbing on top towards the kill when there was a flash of silver and the body was decapitated trapping an injured vampire underneath the dead wait.
“Wills did I just kill our resident Evil Dead?” A familiar, and far to happy in Spikes opinion, asked. From beneath the wolf Spike tried to move only to wince as that hurt like a son of a bitch.
“No Harris! Still very much un-dead!” Spike growled out, “Now get this fucking heavy thing off of me!” A chuckle and then the heavily furred body is thrown off Spike by two pairs of masculine hands. The other mortal moves away but Harris is gaping down at him, Red moves in and is chewing her lip in that cute way of hers as she looks over his wounds.
“Fuck Spike, those are pretty bad.” Spike’s chest is marred by long and deep scratches and his leg has a huge bite mark. The blond vamp tried to move only to be pulled up form the pain. “And with only animal blood they’re gonna take a fucking long time to heal.” Lifting the smaller man easily into his arms Xander smiled at Willow who smiled back.
“Oi! Put me down Droopy!” Spike shouted trying to wriggle out of the other mans arms only to pull up in pain. “Bloody hell!”
Willow smiled and shooed Dawn ahead of her. “We’ll be back for the wolves bodies soon. Gotta take care of our savior!” And with a giggle that Spike didn’t think he had heard in all his time at Alpha tribe the little witch began to babble with the whelp at a high pace as they all traipsed down to the infirmary like a bloody parade. Behind them Spike can practically smell the change in the rooms emotions, instantly the humans moods become lighter because of Harris and Willow’s babble and the young woman’s laughter.
Once they got there Willow applied some herbs to his wounds, mumbling some small spells to speed up the healing process before allowing Dawn to use him as what the little chit cheerfully called a ‘wrap dummy’. Spike growled at the brunette waif who merely giggled and continued to wrap him in bandages. The vampire knew there was nothing he could do, for at least a few days maybe up to a week he would be in constant horrible pain if he moved and the movement would only worsen his injuries. After that it would still take a little time to completely heal. He used his time productively though, watching the whelp and witch babble at each other at a speed that would do vampires proud. He wondered briefly how they breathed before relaxing back and enjoying the view. Red was pretty, she probably had been before the plague but now she had become gorgeous. Her short red hair framed a pale heart shaped face with snapping green eyes. She had thinned out and muscles now played under her skin. She wasn’t lacking in the chest department either, nice bit of flesh she got there. Her skin was tanned lightly too, from working outside no doubt and a light smattering of freckles showed on her arms and over her nose. Every move Willow made was calm and peaceful but in battle last night she had been all fire and spirit shooting first and charging into battle. Her form and the way she had moved last night had reminded him of a wild cat. Jaguar maybe.
Harris reminded him of a hyena though. The boy had put on muscle, and as his frame had filled out he had grown broad shoulders and strong legs. The whelp hadn’t gained all the weight her should have though and so his frame looked half-finished, probably wasn’t eating right. He was tall, about as tall as Angel now and even though he should have towered over everyone else he stooped and shifted his feet giving off a little boy air. In battle though he was ruthless, his body lengthened and straightened out and the short curly hair flew about as he threw punches that on his friends he would have pulled. He scavenged from the dead, taking knives, guns, food and cash in the few moments before another opponent appeared. The boy was wily, leading adversaries into traps and positions that yielded him the match. And sometimes Spike could swear his eyes flashed green.
Right now though they seemed like the happy teenagers that Spike had never met and if he had probably would have brought home to Drusilla if given the time. That would have ruined them, or turned them even more fierce then they were already.
“All done!” Dawn proclaimed and stepped away from Spike who favored her with one of his rare half-smiles.
“Thanks l’il bit.” The waif blushed and shifted away as Willow stepped forward. Xander kept himself in the background but the expression on his face told Spike he was done and finished and expected no thanks.
“Spike, I’m gonna see if I can get you a few pints of human blood to help with the healing or at the least some more animal blood from Angel. Just go to sleep now it’ll help the healing.” The witch mumbled some words over him and the blonde instantly dropped off.
The next day Spike watches Willow as she moves around the infirmary, especially when she bends over to reach something in the drawers on one of the cabinets. Tribe members stop in to talk to Willow about problems they’ve been having, and Spike watches as Willow instructs the ones who seem to have problems in their personal life, or emotionally to talk to Xander. He had seen the boy talk to people who gave off scents that normally he would assume to be ‘prey’ and change them into ‘predators’. Spike had also seen Harris standing in rooms with couples screaming at each other but had ignored it. Was he the Tribe’s bloody psychiatrist?
As if called by his thoughts Xander walked into the infirmary, maybe walked in weren’t the right words, strolled in was more like. He nods to Willow, who is giving someone a check up but to the vampires surprise, walks straight over to Spike. Pulling up one of the plastic chairs Harris spun it around and straddled it, a sight which made Spike briefly speculate on the boys sexuality.
“Hey Deadboy Jr.” Xander says as he reaches around to draw the privacy curtain. Spike, while busy snarling at the nickname, was not quite so unobservant to notice that Willow did not bat an eye at it. After all why wouldn’t her seemingly vampire hating friend close the curtain while talking to a wounded vamp?
“If Peaches won’t let you call him Deadboy what makes you think I’m gonna let you call me that?” Spike snarled out and bopped the smirking dolt with his good arm. Harris rubbed the spot that would later bruise and form a small bump but it was not a bad hit. Spike hadn’t even been trying, and the annoying smirk was still there.
“Because, D.J. I’m bringing you J.D.” And with this statement Xander brought out a bottle of Jack Daniels, a bottle he had put a lot of sweat and blood into finding and then had carefully hidden. Handing it over to the blond vampire the brunet mortal noticed Spike handled it with reverent care. Spike was surprised, and definitely awestruck. This boy had not only brought him beer but decent beer at that! And in a bloody post-apocalyptic world! Suddenly Spike nailed Xander to his seat with a narrow eyed stare, and man could those eyes go from pleased to pissed in no time flat.
“This isn’t spiked with holy water is it whelp?” Xander started laughing at that.
“That’s a good idea oh blue-eyed-wonder. Kill the recovering vampire.” Then it was Harris’ turn to nail Spike to his spot. Those eyes definitely held a spark of green, he’d bet this new bottle of J.D. on that! “You saved Willow and Dawn. If you had not arrived I’m damn certain one of them, if not both, would have been hurt if not killed. I was halfway across the compound protecting the crèche. There was no way I could have made it here even if I had known. I might have stopped that wolf from mauling you but I still owe you.” Spike smiled slowly at that. He understood a gentleman’s debt.
Placing the bottle on the stand next to his make-shift bed he held out his good hand to Xander. The brunet’s smile matched his own and as they shook hands blue eyes met brown and something sparked. Xander’s smile became fake and he quickly put an end to the handshake before standing up. “Well my visits over, have fun with the beer Blondie. And make sure to obey Doctor’s orders!” Then the boy was gone, though not before giving Spike a particularly nice view of his ass as he walked away. The vampire listened as Xander gave Willow a peck on the cheek and promised to see her for dinner before leaving.
Twisting the cap off the beer Spike took a sip, intending to savor it. After all, might be a while before he could enjoy booze, a bird and a boy. Smiling slightly Spike started putting together a plan to maybe just enjoy the bird and boy without the booze.
Or bruises.
