Cocoon
By: spoiledsquish
Disclaimer: I said to Joss, “So, I want you to kill off Wesley, Fred, and break B/A up.” And he just shrugged and walked away…Gee, did I vague that up for ya? Of course they aren’t mine!
Author's Note: I own nothing, except perhaps the plot, and the angst in this fic. Everything else belongs to he who shall not be named. This fic is 888 words. Challenge is listed at the end of the fic.
Distribution: My site, Seductive Web, PPA, Enchanting Place, Fanfiction.net, WTTS, PFYL, TEF, Sempiternal Beloved...If you host my fics regularly, feel free. If you don’t, just ask and most likely you shall receive.
Summary: Buffy is left waiting to die…alone.
Pairings: B/A, implied A/Other & B/Other. Minor mentions of the characters Fred and Wesley, but alas, no Fresley.
Rating: R, just for angst and cuz I have final say.
Spoilers: None, that I can think of. Character death is key.
Dedication: For my Torsie, who finally came back and graced me with her presence. This fic is totally for you!
She felt the tingling of the sharp knife glide across her skin. Tears rolled down her soft, silky cheeks, their glistening watery depths grazing the tips of his fingers.
His touch invoked an unquenched passion inside her, igniting feelings she felt were lost long ago. She could not ignore his touch, knowing that if she had, the metal would slide in deeper, gutting her like butter. She could imagine the blood seeping out of her tanned skin, pooling onto the ground beside her.
She closed her eyes, blocking out the images that threatened to flow into her mind. Why did it have to be him touching her, caressing her as if she was his to own? She did not love him, nor was she in lust with him. She was a means to an end to this existence.
Why couldn’t it have been tomorrow, some other day when she had to concede? She would not submit, not today.
Softness pulled at her lower lip, and her tongue peeked out to taste the aroma. Her tongue cut the tip of sharpness, and she snapped her mouth shut. She placed the aroma almost immediately. He had flaunted a rose in front of her, and she knew why.
He was planning on dominating her with something that reminded her of her fallen lover. He was vicious, ruthless, and she could not acquiesce to a man of his stature.
“Say it.” he whispered into the lower lobe of her ear, pressing the metal in deeper.
“No…” she groaned, as he poked the coolness into her belly.
“Say it.” he prodded, biting the flesh of her ear.
“You won’t survive the night unless you give me what I want.” he threatened.
“Then I shall die, with a smirk on my face.” her voice whispered. “You’ll never have me. I despise you with every fiber of my being, and that is something that will never change. Given an absorbent amount of time, I will still abhor you as much as I ever did, and will continue to do so. So, just take that sharp metallic object that’s in your hand, and stab me with it.”
“You’d think that would solve anything? That’s not the reason why you are still a captive under my care, it doesn’t justify the means as to why you are here with me, instead of buried underground with your boytoy.” He ground out, his brow furrowing.
“It bothers you that much?” she mocked. “Or are you just jealous that he never returned those feelings to you?”
“You shut your mouth!” he told her.
“Or what, Lindsey? You’ll kill me like you did Fred and Wesley?” Buffy cornered him. “You can’t touch me, and you know it. You kill me, you kill your soul. I’m your last link to both Angel and Angelus. So, what is your plan? Killing me slowly and torturously? You are so prosaic.”
“He could have forgotten you!” Lindsey defied her.
“No one ever forgets their soul mate.” Buffy defended. “Angel…Angelus are one in the same. Angel professed his love for me publicly, whereas Angelus spieled his twisted obsession with me. One could classify that as a demon’s version of love. Both Angel and the demon detested you. You think that by turning him evil, you were giving the demon inside his salvation, but in essence you were justifying Angelus’ right to claim me, mark me as his own. You may have one a battle, Lindsey, but you lost the war before it even began.”
“You think that you’ve won?” Lindsey chuckled. “Let’s not forget who’s tied up here, darlin’, waiting to die. How long do you think you will last? You haven’t eaten in days. You’ll be lucky if you live through the night.”
“He’ll come for me.” Buffy promised.
“Newsflash…he won’t.” Lindsey explained. “Your savior is in six feet deep under the ground.”
“I never said my Angel would come. You already saw to that.” Buffy spat.
“Then who?” Lindsey questioned her. “Where are all your so called friends, waiting to rescue the meek little princess from the big bad wolf? Face it, sweet cheeks, you are all alone, save for me.”
He inched closer, his eyes meeting her piercing gaze. Leaning in, he whispered, “I never wanted him…I wanted you.”
“So ever it shall be.” she moaned, and twisted the metal backwards.
He stepped back, staring at in complete wonder. Buffy watched as he sank to the floor, his body trying to recover from the shock of the wound. He was going to die, this very night.
His yielding would be her wake. And the world would go on living, as if nothing ever happened.
Her beloved Angel, who she never had received the time to mourn for…She would pray for him now, that his soul made it up to the heavenly gates of God.
She would grieve the loss of her friends, and all the others who’d died in the battle to rid the world of evil. No one would ever reveal what had truly taken place, just as no one would ever praise the demon within them.
All that was left standing was a woman, and the beloved whose soul still lingered in her heart.
-Finis
Challenge:
Each week, a challenge will be given which will consist of:
- 3 random words
- Participants must write a fiction of a least 300, but not exceeding 1000 words based on those 3 given
Week Two Words:
Rose, Knife, Water.