Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Heroes
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galorechallengeTitle: Shortcuts
Prompt: Spike/Claire- slayer, savior, crypt, love [I managed to get all four in!]
Rating: PG-13 for some language.
Summary: Claire comes across a weird couple when taking a shortcut.
Character(s): Spike, Claire, Buffy, mention of HRG
Pairing(s): pre Spike/Claire
Warnings/Spoilers: Season One, definitely and Claire's alias in Season Two.
Notes: Written quickly and unedited all mistakes are mine; feel free to point them out. Also, I’m still fairly new to ficcing, so any criticism (constructive, please) would be welcome! Um, I claim
Disclaimer: I claim no rights to the shows or characters themselves. I just play with them before putting them back on the shelf.
Claire was taking a shortcut through the cemetery after a late cheerleading practice. For some reason, escaping a guy who’s desire in life was to eat her brain, finding her birth family, finding out her father can fly and her uncle explodes... Well, the dead didn’t scare her so much.
She was just passing another really creepy looking angel when she heard movement from inside of a nearby crypt. Thinking of what could be in there; her father’s voice filled her head, reminding her to be completely unextraordinary. However, she also remembered Peter and his theories that they were all meant for a greater purpose: they were going to be heroes.
Quietly creeping forward, she peered in the doorway at two blonds, male and female, fighting among the coffins.
The girl had long blond hair and a kick-ass pair of shoes, Claire noticed appreciatively. Her dumb California-girl vibe was dented by the quick and angry moves she was executing on the male.
The guy was sinful in a pair of black leather pants and a tight shirt. The white hair would have been silly on anyone else, but he managed to pull it off. And pull it off well, Claire thought with a lick of her lips.
“Slayer, you’ve got it all wrong,” the man tried to explain while blocking her flurry of punches.
“Shut it, Spike!” she yelled, getting angrier and harsher in movement. “This is the last time! You’re dead!”
“Undead,” Spike answered before stumbling backwards as her foot connected with his torso, “and looking to stay that way.”
Quietly creeping further into the crypt, Claire held her breath, fascinated by the grace the two were fighting with.
At first, the two looked evenly matched, but as she watched, the female grew angrier and seemed to grow stronger, as though she had been holding back. Eventually, she landed a kick to the man’s back after he had swung around to avoid a jab, and he went flying across the room, crashing into a stone coffin. As he sat up, he winced noticeably, and Claire recognized the symptoms of a broken rib or two, something she had plenty of practice with. The woman stalked forward, a piece of wood held tight in her grip and intent written across her face when Claire moved.
Cheerleading practice had obviously worked well on her speed, because she managed to run between the two just as the woman brought the wood down to connect with the man’s heart.
Everyone looked down at Claire’s chest in shock and at the wooden stake now plunged into it.
“At least it wasn’t the head,” Claire gasped as she fell to the ground.
*~*~*~*~*
Spike couldn’t believe that Buffy was actually going to stake him. She had threatened plenty of times, but this time she seemed like she was really going to go through with it. But even more, he couldn’t believe that a little blond girl in a cheerleading uniform would get between him and the business end of said stake.
As the lithe blond crumpled to the ground in front of him, he turned irate eyes on the frozen slayer, pulling himself up so he could stare down at her. “You stupid bint! I can’t believe you just did that!”
“I didn’t– Oh God–“ Buffy stammered, before gasping heavily, as the situation hit her in it’s entirety.
“You killed a girl! A helpless, human girl! What, are you losing it in your old age? Can’t tell the difference between a human and a–“ Spike broke off as he heard a rough groan coming from his feet.
“God,” the girl moaned She opened her eyes and with a quick glance at her chest, propped herself on her elbows. Reaching over with one hand, she grabbed the base of the stake, turning an angry glare on the two people standing above her. “You couldn’t have taken it out?”
“How– What?”
She groaned painfully as she wrenched the wood from her chest. Three pairs of eyes were riveted to the small circle of exposed skin as it knit itself together beneath the blood-soaked blue of her cheerleading uniform.
*~*~*~*~*
Looking at the hole in her uniform and the blood that was sure to stain, Claire cursed angrily. “How the hell am I supposed to explain that?” she wondered aloud.
“Okay, who the hell are you?” the woman asked, placing a hand on her denim-clad hip. “Or, more specifically, what kind of demon are you?”
“Listen, bitch,” Claire started, completely ready to take out her day’s frustration on this stranger. Picking herself up off the floor and throwing the wood disgustedly aside, she continued, “I’m the girl who just prevented you from becoming a murderer tonight, so a little gratitude would not be amiss.”
“Spikes a vampire, it doesn’t count as murder,” she responded flippantly.
“Hey!”
“Just because someone isn’t one hundred percent homo sapien, doesn’t mean that they aren’t human! They’ve just got a few extra genes in their DNA code, is all.” Claire said, outraged on behalf of both the man behind her and all the people she had met who were like her.
“Cheerleader,” Spike spoke softly to get the girls attention.
Turning around to face the man for the first time, Claire’s breath caught at the man’s beauty. She had to shake her head and look away to concentrate on his voice rather than his eyes, and lips, and cheekbones… “Yeah?”
Spike quirked an eyebrow at the girl, “I’m possessed by a demon, I’m fairly sure that that puts me in the ‘not human’ category.”
“You’re not possessed,” Claire rolled her eyes at the melodrama of the people around her. Hearing a muffled snort behind her, Claire resisted the urge to glare at the girl and instead spoke to the man, explaining what was happening. “I read this book, even met the author’s son; you’ve got a few different genes in you’re DNA that gives you a super-human aspect. What is it you do exactly?” Claire asked curiously, what was left that she hadn’t seen?
Spike flicked his eyes over the girls shoulder to Buffy before deciding she had taken a stake for him, and, really, this was the least he could do- tell her what it was she was staked for. He closed his eyes before calling his face forward, immediately feeling the change in bone structure.
“Whoa,” Claire said; she definitely hadn’t seen this before. Reaching up, she feathered her finger tips across the man’s predominate forehead. Tracing the bumps over his eyes, she spoke “Okay, that’s cool.”
She gently traced her finger down one of the canines hanging over his bottom lip before flicking it under the tip, feeling the skin tear and blood well up. Bringing her hand back to look at her finger, she frowned disappointedly as she saw the smooth surface of her skin, unaware of the bliss on spike’s face. “And all I do is heal,” she complained, showing him the finger.
Looking at Spike’s expression jealously, Buffy rudely interrupted the moment, “So who the hell are you?”
“Oh, sorry.” Claire detached her eyes from Spikes, turning back to the angry blond. “I’m Claire Ben-Butler. You?”
Stifling a snort at Claire’s name, Buffy spoke, “Buffy Summers. This is Spike.” She introduced with a jerk of her head to the vampire who was still looking at Claire like she was the best thing since sliced bread.
“How do you do, luv?” Spike bended down to kiss her hand, tempted to let the fangs out for a small sip; He’d never tasted anything like her… her blood was better than Slayers’ even. God, what he would do for another taste.
Claire was smiling softly at the man bowing over her hand when a soft ringing started. Her expression quickly closed down as she ran toward the duffle that she dropped at the entrance of the crypt when she came in.
Digging out her pink phone, Claire glanced at the Caller ID before letting out a muffled curse. Quickly picking up her duffle, she threw a quick “I gotta go,” over her shoulder before flipping the phone open and heading out.
Spike watched as she greeted her father before disappearing through the entrance. Staring for a moment, he turned to Buffy. “Did I just meet an invincible cheerleader?”
“Looks like,” Buffy answered icily, eyes narrowed on the doorway Claire just disappeared though.
Spike grinned devilishly before grabbing his duster off a coffin and stalking off into the night.
“Gonna find me a girl.”
–END–
Comments are love!
Prompt: Spike/Claire- slayer, savior, crypt, love [I managed to get all four in!]
Rating: PG-13 for some language.
Summary: Claire comes across a weird couple when taking a shortcut.
Character(s): Spike, Claire, Buffy, mention of HRG
Pairing(s): pre Spike/Claire
Warnings/Spoilers: Season One, definitely and Claire's alias in Season Two.
Notes: Written quickly and unedited all mistakes are mine; feel free to point them out. Also, I’m still fairly new to ficcing, so any criticism (constructive, please) would be welcome! Um, I claim
Disclaimer: I claim no rights to the shows or characters themselves. I just play with them before putting them back on the shelf.
Claire was taking a shortcut through the cemetery after a late cheerleading practice. For some reason, escaping a guy who’s desire in life was to eat her brain, finding her birth family, finding out her father can fly and her uncle explodes... Well, the dead didn’t scare her so much.
She was just passing another really creepy looking angel when she heard movement from inside of a nearby crypt. Thinking of what could be in there; her father’s voice filled her head, reminding her to be completely unextraordinary. However, she also remembered Peter and his theories that they were all meant for a greater purpose: they were going to be heroes.
Quietly creeping forward, she peered in the doorway at two blonds, male and female, fighting among the coffins.
The girl had long blond hair and a kick-ass pair of shoes, Claire noticed appreciatively. Her dumb California-girl vibe was dented by the quick and angry moves she was executing on the male.
The guy was sinful in a pair of black leather pants and a tight shirt. The white hair would have been silly on anyone else, but he managed to pull it off. And pull it off well, Claire thought with a lick of her lips.
“Slayer, you’ve got it all wrong,” the man tried to explain while blocking her flurry of punches.
“Shut it, Spike!” she yelled, getting angrier and harsher in movement. “This is the last time! You’re dead!”
“Undead,” Spike answered before stumbling backwards as her foot connected with his torso, “and looking to stay that way.”
Quietly creeping further into the crypt, Claire held her breath, fascinated by the grace the two were fighting with.
At first, the two looked evenly matched, but as she watched, the female grew angrier and seemed to grow stronger, as though she had been holding back. Eventually, she landed a kick to the man’s back after he had swung around to avoid a jab, and he went flying across the room, crashing into a stone coffin. As he sat up, he winced noticeably, and Claire recognized the symptoms of a broken rib or two, something she had plenty of practice with. The woman stalked forward, a piece of wood held tight in her grip and intent written across her face when Claire moved.
Cheerleading practice had obviously worked well on her speed, because she managed to run between the two just as the woman brought the wood down to connect with the man’s heart.
Everyone looked down at Claire’s chest in shock and at the wooden stake now plunged into it.
“At least it wasn’t the head,” Claire gasped as she fell to the ground.
*~*~*~*~*
Spike couldn’t believe that Buffy was actually going to stake him. She had threatened plenty of times, but this time she seemed like she was really going to go through with it. But even more, he couldn’t believe that a little blond girl in a cheerleading uniform would get between him and the business end of said stake.
As the lithe blond crumpled to the ground in front of him, he turned irate eyes on the frozen slayer, pulling himself up so he could stare down at her. “You stupid bint! I can’t believe you just did that!”
“I didn’t– Oh God–“ Buffy stammered, before gasping heavily, as the situation hit her in it’s entirety.
“You killed a girl! A helpless, human girl! What, are you losing it in your old age? Can’t tell the difference between a human and a–“ Spike broke off as he heard a rough groan coming from his feet.
“God,” the girl moaned She opened her eyes and with a quick glance at her chest, propped herself on her elbows. Reaching over with one hand, she grabbed the base of the stake, turning an angry glare on the two people standing above her. “You couldn’t have taken it out?”
“How– What?”
She groaned painfully as she wrenched the wood from her chest. Three pairs of eyes were riveted to the small circle of exposed skin as it knit itself together beneath the blood-soaked blue of her cheerleading uniform.
*~*~*~*~*
Looking at the hole in her uniform and the blood that was sure to stain, Claire cursed angrily. “How the hell am I supposed to explain that?” she wondered aloud.
“Okay, who the hell are you?” the woman asked, placing a hand on her denim-clad hip. “Or, more specifically, what kind of demon are you?”
“Listen, bitch,” Claire started, completely ready to take out her day’s frustration on this stranger. Picking herself up off the floor and throwing the wood disgustedly aside, she continued, “I’m the girl who just prevented you from becoming a murderer tonight, so a little gratitude would not be amiss.”
“Spikes a vampire, it doesn’t count as murder,” she responded flippantly.
“Hey!”
“Just because someone isn’t one hundred percent homo sapien, doesn’t mean that they aren’t human! They’ve just got a few extra genes in their DNA code, is all.” Claire said, outraged on behalf of both the man behind her and all the people she had met who were like her.
“Cheerleader,” Spike spoke softly to get the girls attention.
Turning around to face the man for the first time, Claire’s breath caught at the man’s beauty. She had to shake her head and look away to concentrate on his voice rather than his eyes, and lips, and cheekbones… “Yeah?”
Spike quirked an eyebrow at the girl, “I’m possessed by a demon, I’m fairly sure that that puts me in the ‘not human’ category.”
“You’re not possessed,” Claire rolled her eyes at the melodrama of the people around her. Hearing a muffled snort behind her, Claire resisted the urge to glare at the girl and instead spoke to the man, explaining what was happening. “I read this book, even met the author’s son; you’ve got a few different genes in you’re DNA that gives you a super-human aspect. What is it you do exactly?” Claire asked curiously, what was left that she hadn’t seen?
Spike flicked his eyes over the girls shoulder to Buffy before deciding she had taken a stake for him, and, really, this was the least he could do- tell her what it was she was staked for. He closed his eyes before calling his face forward, immediately feeling the change in bone structure.
“Whoa,” Claire said; she definitely hadn’t seen this before. Reaching up, she feathered her finger tips across the man’s predominate forehead. Tracing the bumps over his eyes, she spoke “Okay, that’s cool.”
She gently traced her finger down one of the canines hanging over his bottom lip before flicking it under the tip, feeling the skin tear and blood well up. Bringing her hand back to look at her finger, she frowned disappointedly as she saw the smooth surface of her skin, unaware of the bliss on spike’s face. “And all I do is heal,” she complained, showing him the finger.
Looking at Spike’s expression jealously, Buffy rudely interrupted the moment, “So who the hell are you?”
“Oh, sorry.” Claire detached her eyes from Spikes, turning back to the angry blond. “I’m Claire Ben-Butler. You?”
Stifling a snort at Claire’s name, Buffy spoke, “Buffy Summers. This is Spike.” She introduced with a jerk of her head to the vampire who was still looking at Claire like she was the best thing since sliced bread.
“How do you do, luv?” Spike bended down to kiss her hand, tempted to let the fangs out for a small sip; He’d never tasted anything like her… her blood was better than Slayers’ even. God, what he would do for another taste.
Claire was smiling softly at the man bowing over her hand when a soft ringing started. Her expression quickly closed down as she ran toward the duffle that she dropped at the entrance of the crypt when she came in.
Digging out her pink phone, Claire glanced at the Caller ID before letting out a muffled curse. Quickly picking up her duffle, she threw a quick “I gotta go,” over her shoulder before flipping the phone open and heading out.
Spike watched as she greeted her father before disappearing through the entrance. Staring for a moment, he turned to Buffy. “Did I just meet an invincible cheerleader?”
“Looks like,” Buffy answered icily, eyes narrowed on the doorway Claire just disappeared though.
Spike grinned devilishly before grabbing his duster off a coffin and stalking off into the night.
“Gonna find me a girl.”
–END–
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