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Fic: Prague

Title: Prague
Creator: drizzlydaze
Rating: PG
Setting: AU, Wishverse
Word count: 729
Prompt: Why was Buffy sent to Prague?
A/N: Awesome prompts. I love AUs, especially the ones just adjacent to canon. So here I am popping my head out for a bit…



The mob is closing in. Humans, but this is the hive, he’s stepped right in them, a pool of fire ants crawling up around them. Dru is clutched to his chest like one of her dolls—the humans got her with something, something magic that’s made her weak.

A vamp can’t die from magic. He reminds himself of this. Magic that causes exsanguination, decapitation, sunlight, or heart-wood, yes, but no spell.

The mob has magic in their pitchforks and shouts. Just like the good old days. This is a magic that comes from ancient hate, wiped out in the modern day by airplanes and Google, and all the more powerful for erupting now in a dark square in glittering Prague.

Spike tries to think. A witch must be stirring this up because no one, no dozens, would get this riled up over a woman telling fortunes. So: Get the bitch and get the mob. But he doesn’t see any witch. And the mob is closing in.

Desperately, he scans the skies, where witches live, and skyscrapers, where bitches do, for any sign of the pot-stirrer. Dru’s cheek is cold against the cradle of his neck when it should be just right. Then he sees someone. Skittering on the roof like a pebble, fast and sleek, going into the clock tower. Two seconds later, it’s like the power’s been pulled, the mob discharged and dispersed. They look confused. They shoot him confused, dirty looks as they stumble off. He’d take a bite out of a neck or five if his arms weren’t full of Dru, if he wasn’t worried so sick he couldn’t even stomach body-fresh blood.

“No thank you?”

It is the Slayer.

He tightens his grip on Dru while trying to look cool, coolly wind-swept rather than breath-rattled. He tries a smirk, which never fails. He learned that from Angelus—specifically, smirking at Angelus so he never gives the bastard the satisfaction. “Coming all the way from Hell’s dentures to see little ol’ me? I’m flattered, Slayer. I’ll say ‘welcome’.”

“I saved your—well.” She mock-mutters, “Not life, not soul…” Louder: “Guess I just saved your sorry ass. No thank you?”

“It’s a fine arse and it’s never sorry,” he says. “No thank you, I was doing just fine.” That’s enough of a farewell. He starts to walk off, thinking up hideaways just round the corner away from the Slayer where Dru can rest. Where he can think.

A stake ploughs into his right shoulder. He stumbles; then he stumbles to his knees onto knobby cobblestone so he doesn’t drop Dru.

“Didn’t say you could go, did I?” He hears the Slayer walk round and sees her boots in front of him.

On his knees before the Slayer. He feels hate, the ancient magic, and stands. His right arm wobbles. “Move,” he says. She doesn’t. He says, “What do you want?”

“You dead, frankly,” she says. Cool as you please, she flicks a stake into his left shoulder, hard. He’s forced to take a step back to keep his balance. Dru is wobbling in his arms. “But the Council wants you and your drooling seer alive. And they want the two of you down in Sunnyhell.”

“Or we can just finish the crucifixion now,” he says and gets two more stakes for his trouble. One in each knee. He remains standing for an excruciating three seconds before falling on his front, the cobblestone pushing the stakes through his kneecaps and out the other end in weird, painful angles. Then he topples on his side.

She stands over him, face in darkness. His vamp vision can only pick out the hard, blank stretch of her face. “So the Slayer of Slayer’s not so hot, huh.”

Slowly, he jiggles out all the stakes, one by one, with his left hand, not making a sound. He puts that left arm around Drusilla again. Then he hitches himself up on one bloody, holey knee, and straightens, and stands. He looks down at the Slayer. “What’s in Sunnyhell that you can’t get in Cleveland?”

“Angelus,” she says. No, Spike thinks. He won’t go near Angelus with Dru like this. But the Slayer must know her stuff: the fifth stake goes into the side of his neck and the last thing he feels before blacking out is Dru’s rough dark hair tickling his nose.

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chasingdemons
Jul. 11th, 2016 09:25 pm (UTC)
Ooooo I really like this!!! No, I love this!
drizzlydaze
Jul. 12th, 2016 03:06 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm going to continue this, one part for each prompt, because I am a sucker for Wishverse.
double_dutchess
Jul. 11th, 2016 11:55 pm (UTC)
A very interesting confrontation! So, would Spike fall for this version of the Slayer? I think he still might, eventually. After all, it's a thin line between love and hate.

drizzlydaze
Jul. 12th, 2016 03:11 pm (UTC)
I honestly don't know; it would take a while. But they've got hate down well enough.
shapinglight
Jul. 12th, 2016 10:03 am (UTC)
Fabulous - and if you felt like writing more, I don't think anyone would complain. :)
drizzlydaze
Jul. 12th, 2016 03:12 pm (UTC)
I am writing one continuation for each prompt like it's Halloween again. Oh Halloween...
shapinglight
Jul. 12th, 2016 03:50 pm (UTC)
Wonderful news. Glad the prompts inspired you.
slaymesoftly
Jul. 12th, 2016 02:15 pm (UTC)
As usual, I'm checking my flist newest first. And here's where you set the scene. Well done!
drizzlydaze
Jul. 12th, 2016 03:12 pm (UTC)
You always do seem to read things out of order! Thanks.
slaymesoftly
Jul. 14th, 2016 01:26 am (UTC)
I just can't seem to remind myself to scroll back to whatever I read last and start from there. It's just so easy to begin where the first page comes up, scroll through - pausing where I want to - and then click on "previous" for the next (last) page. I'm trying to do better so I dont' leave stupid messages for people about things they've already explained earlier. :)
drizzlydaze
Jul. 14th, 2016 07:36 am (UTC)
I usually include a link to previous parts, so you could just click from there! It is still interesting to hear how it reads backwards - the same kind of interesting as someone who, say, reads a crossover without knowing one of the fandoms. Just a different way of reading.
rebcake
Jul. 13th, 2016 08:09 am (UTC)
Golly. This Buffy can accomplish a whole lot with stakes. Very fundamentalist.

Fascinating!
drizzlydaze
Jul. 13th, 2016 02:36 pm (UTC)
Oh, she uses whatever's at hand and stakes are very Slayer handy.
kerry_220
Jul. 17th, 2016 04:23 am (UTC)
Knee staking sounds insanely painful
freecat15
Jul. 21st, 2016 07:48 pm (UTC)
Love this! A completely different version of them meeting (whishverse, so of course it is), but very believable nonetheless. Especially Wishverse Buffy is writen very well!

'The mob has magic in their pitchforks and shouts. Just like the good old days. This is a magic that comes from ancient hate, wiped out in the modern day by airplanes and Google, and all the more powerful for erupting now in a dark square in glittering Prague.' - I love your wonderful phrasing! Unique and powerful!
yourlibrarian
Jan. 8th, 2017 02:21 am (UTC)
Here from buffyversetop5
Pretty interesting take on Prague!
thenewbuzwuzz
Jan. 19th, 2017 03:21 pm (UTC)
Wow! That was so vivid! Love the imagery! ("Humans, but this is the hive, he’s stepped right in them, a pool of fire ants crawling up around them. Dru is clutched to his chest like one of her dolls", "he scans the skies, where witches live, and skyscrapers, where bitches do") Also love Spike...
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