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madimpossibledreamerEto, in slightly more fun news, here's an oldie. I started writing this way back (and by that, I mean a few years ago) when I started watching Bleach. I was also interested in doing an AU that didn't involve YAHF (yet another halloween fanfic), because that is a little more difficult to finagle (though you can make YAHFs really interesting too). (Interestingly enough, that's also the same route I took for Shadowed Suspicion...which was written later, but posted earlier. Time shenanigans.)
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Bleach (I Hope Tomorrow's a Better Day)
Chapter Summary: Xander's having a bad day.
Word Count: 600
Rating: Gen
This is the story of how I died. The story doesn’t end there, any more than it did for Buffy. Guess she was kind of a bad influence, just like Willow’s mom always thought. Speaking of Willow, I hope she doesn’t try this trick next.
Xander came to himself, groggy and feeling more than a little bit ill-treated, in a dank cave. Great, that would be ropes tying my hands. Well, at least I have a vague idea where I am. He paused, then added, Buffy’s definitely taking her time this time.
“Hey, anyone there?” he calls out. There’s no response. He’s facing some sort of raised altar thing, but all he can hear is the sound of dripping, his own breathing and something else’s, and his own heartbeat, unnaturally loud and panicked.
It took another half an hour of uncomfortable, damp, sinister cave before he’d had enough. He swallowed again. Uh, not to hurry you or anything, and I will be suitably appreciative when you save me like always, but I’m starting to get really worried about what’s going on…
It’s still been just breathing. Not even shifting, which is a worse result than he dares to think about, because if they’re willing to engage in a little villainous monologue, he could maybe discover their plan or thwart it somehow. It sounds like more than one person, but that’s all he can make out, and it’s the patient ones, the ones that are willing to wait and let him stew in his own fear, are the most dangerous. Seriously, if Angelus had been just a little more patient, a little less likely to play with his food, he’d have won.
Then the sound of chanting comes to his ears. Of course. If it isn’t vampires, it’s crazy people throwing around magic they really shouldn’t. He struggled to move and see what was going on, but it finally occurred to him that the chanting was coming from behind him. Like that wasn’t terrifying or anything. It was probably on purpose. After all, sacrificial magic, according to everything that Xander had seen, required fear and pain as main components of the deadly bubbling cauldron of badness. Don’t panic don’t panic don’t panic…
He finds it a little more difficult than he’d thought. This chanting guy, louder than the others—he must be the main verse, not the chorus—is right behind him, and it’s more than a little creepy to have a chanting guy behind him ready to sacrifice him, without him being able to see when anything was coming. Not that he could really move much, having rattled the chains and done his best to get out (which, okay, yeah, he’s got more experience in that field than he’d like but at the same time it might save his life, here, except obviously that’s someone else’s job at the moment since he hasn’t made any progress) so it probably wouldn’t really help to know anything was coming, but…
And then he feels a sudden, sharp pain as something long and sharp slams into his body, jingling the chains and making him rock forward a bit. Time slows down to a slow trickle. Something’s wrong, but it’s taking him forever to move his head, for his brain to catch up. He looks down to see a sword poking out of his chest. An attempt to scream comes up with a bit of strangled coughing and blood. Don’t panic don’t panic Giles knows magic right this is nothing he can heal this—
Hurry Buff… is his last thought as he fades out.
