The Pretty Things are Going to Hell
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lafemmedarla I'd make write her a drabble for her pretty Darla mood theme. So here it is.
Title: The Pretty Things are Going to Hell
Rating: PG
Paring: Spike/Darla (sort of)
Summary: Spike was sent to hell in "Hellbound" where he runs into Darla. She promises a way out as long as he does her a favor.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, but no one pays me to play with them so please don't sue me.
There was pain, eternal, unchanging. Always pain of flesh ripping, burning, tearing. Spike wondered how he could have any flesh left to hurt, but there always more. In his more lucid moments he knew this was because he was in Hell.
He had no idea how long he had been there, a moment, and eternity, it was all the same.
Until she appeared a small blond woman shining with light.
"Buffy?" he called out.
The laughter than answered him was definitely not Buffy.
Spike smiled, "Darla. I should have known I'd meet you here."
He frowned though. It wasn't that Spike payed much attention to the other poor souls who were trapped here with him, but she was different. For starters the place didn't seem to be effecting her. She was clean and white, none of the blood or gore seemed to touch her. But maybe that was because she was less solid than the rest of them. A ghost among ghosts, with a white glowing cord that trailed off from her into the distance. But one side of the cord there was a dark line, like a bit of corruption pulsing through it.
"You seem to have gotten stuck on something," he said nodding towards the cord.
She nodded. "That's one way of putting it."
She reached out towards the wicked vine-like barbs that held him immobile. They withered at her touch, insubstantial as it was.
"I can get you out of here," she told him. "But you have to do something for me."
"Seems a little late to be making deals with the devil, seeing as he's already got my soul."
She frowned. "It isn't like that. You're not even supposed to be here, I've heard them say it."
"Mix up in the paperwork?" he asked.
"Something like that. I don't know everything. You're not even dead yet. Someone sent you here in their place. But you weren't really a spirit. And when he sent you here, he also sent you back to the point when he died. You're giving them as big a headache as I am."
"Them?"
Darla shrugged. "Whoever it is that decides where we go when we die."
"And you're not supposed to be here either I suppose?" he asked. Darla, or whoever this really was, had it wrong. Spike did belong here in hell, and so did Darla.
"I am, but, like you said, I got stuck on something. For a while I shared my soul with a child. We're still bound together for as long as he lives."
The dark thread in her cord suddenly throbbed and grew. As it did her face contorted with pain.
"We have to hurry. He's growing so fast."
"Who is?" Spike asked, still confused.
"Connor. His name is Connor. He. . . I need you to save him. He's just a baby; he doesn't belong in hell. That's what I need you to do save him."
She was hurrying back in the direction the cord pulled her. He followed noticing that she seemed to become more solid as if the cord was her very essence and now she was taking it back into her body.
"Darla, look, I'm all for saving the innocent, but how am I supposed to get out of here? And I can't save this Connor, I'm a ghost."
"No, you're. . . I don't know what you are, but you're not really a spirit. I'm mostly sure that when you cross over into the Quortoth, you'll still be as solid as you are here. After all it is a hell dimension."
"And then what?" Spike asked. Now that Darla had freed him from the hellish torture he could think more clearly, clearly enough to recognize an only half formed plan when he heard one.
"I don't know," Darla admitted. "There's no way into the Quortoth, but that doesn't mean there isn't a way out. And if there isn't, he has to be better off with you than Holtz."
Spike was getting the feeling that he was hearing only a small portion of the story. That Darla was hiding something from him, something important.
She stopped, the cord disappeared into a crack in the very fabric of hell.
"Promise me Spike, promise me you'll save him."
"Darla. . . "
"Please, he's so young and innocent. Please save him," Darla begged.
Spike couldn't help himself. He had too much of a soft spot for blondes with green eyes.
"All right. I'll do what I can," he promised.
That seemed to be enough for Darla. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Then she seemed to vanish into the cord, as if she were a cartoon mouse being vacuumed up. The cord grew fatter forcing apart the crack until there was a glowing white portal forcing open the very essence of the hell dimension.
Trying not to think about the fact that it seemed like he was about to step through Darla, he took a deep breath.
"No rest for the wicked, once more into the breech, and all that sort of thing," he mumbled before stepping through.
The world he emerged into was like some sort of prehistoric nightmare. But before he could reflect on the scenery the surprised cry of a child caught his attention.
A young boy clad in the skins of some demonic creature was tied to a tree.
"Connor?" Spike asked.
The boy stared blankly at him. Since the boy's scent was clearly human, and he obviously needed rescuing, Spike figured this had to be the kid Darla was talking about.
He bent down to untie the boy from the tree.
"There now," Spike reached out to comfort the kid. "Name's Sp-OW!" he cried out as the kid bit into his hand and then ran off.
"Blood hell!" Spike cried as he watched the kid race away. "Bloody brave new world that has such brats in it," he mumbled to himself before running after the wild boy.
lafemmedarla I'd make write her a drabble for her pretty Darla mood theme. So here it is.Title: The Pretty Things are Going to Hell
Rating: PG
Paring: Spike/Darla (sort of)
Summary: Spike was sent to hell in "Hellbound" where he runs into Darla. She promises a way out as long as he does her a favor.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, but no one pays me to play with them so please don't sue me.
There was pain, eternal, unchanging. Always pain of flesh ripping, burning, tearing. Spike wondered how he could have any flesh left to hurt, but there always more. In his more lucid moments he knew this was because he was in Hell.
He had no idea how long he had been there, a moment, and eternity, it was all the same.
Until she appeared a small blond woman shining with light.
"Buffy?" he called out.
The laughter than answered him was definitely not Buffy.
Spike smiled, "Darla. I should have known I'd meet you here."
He frowned though. It wasn't that Spike payed much attention to the other poor souls who were trapped here with him, but she was different. For starters the place didn't seem to be effecting her. She was clean and white, none of the blood or gore seemed to touch her. But maybe that was because she was less solid than the rest of them. A ghost among ghosts, with a white glowing cord that trailed off from her into the distance. But one side of the cord there was a dark line, like a bit of corruption pulsing through it.
"You seem to have gotten stuck on something," he said nodding towards the cord.
She nodded. "That's one way of putting it."
She reached out towards the wicked vine-like barbs that held him immobile. They withered at her touch, insubstantial as it was.
"I can get you out of here," she told him. "But you have to do something for me."
"Seems a little late to be making deals with the devil, seeing as he's already got my soul."
She frowned. "It isn't like that. You're not even supposed to be here, I've heard them say it."
"Mix up in the paperwork?" he asked.
"Something like that. I don't know everything. You're not even dead yet. Someone sent you here in their place. But you weren't really a spirit. And when he sent you here, he also sent you back to the point when he died. You're giving them as big a headache as I am."
"Them?"
Darla shrugged. "Whoever it is that decides where we go when we die."
"And you're not supposed to be here either I suppose?" he asked. Darla, or whoever this really was, had it wrong. Spike did belong here in hell, and so did Darla.
"I am, but, like you said, I got stuck on something. For a while I shared my soul with a child. We're still bound together for as long as he lives."
The dark thread in her cord suddenly throbbed and grew. As it did her face contorted with pain.
"We have to hurry. He's growing so fast."
"Who is?" Spike asked, still confused.
"Connor. His name is Connor. He. . . I need you to save him. He's just a baby; he doesn't belong in hell. That's what I need you to do save him."
She was hurrying back in the direction the cord pulled her. He followed noticing that she seemed to become more solid as if the cord was her very essence and now she was taking it back into her body.
"Darla, look, I'm all for saving the innocent, but how am I supposed to get out of here? And I can't save this Connor, I'm a ghost."
"No, you're. . . I don't know what you are, but you're not really a spirit. I'm mostly sure that when you cross over into the Quortoth, you'll still be as solid as you are here. After all it is a hell dimension."
"And then what?" Spike asked. Now that Darla had freed him from the hellish torture he could think more clearly, clearly enough to recognize an only half formed plan when he heard one.
"I don't know," Darla admitted. "There's no way into the Quortoth, but that doesn't mean there isn't a way out. And if there isn't, he has to be better off with you than Holtz."
Spike was getting the feeling that he was hearing only a small portion of the story. That Darla was hiding something from him, something important.
She stopped, the cord disappeared into a crack in the very fabric of hell.
"Promise me Spike, promise me you'll save him."
"Darla. . . "
"Please, he's so young and innocent. Please save him," Darla begged.
Spike couldn't help himself. He had too much of a soft spot for blondes with green eyes.
"All right. I'll do what I can," he promised.
That seemed to be enough for Darla. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Then she seemed to vanish into the cord, as if she were a cartoon mouse being vacuumed up. The cord grew fatter forcing apart the crack until there was a glowing white portal forcing open the very essence of the hell dimension.
Trying not to think about the fact that it seemed like he was about to step through Darla, he took a deep breath.
"No rest for the wicked, once more into the breech, and all that sort of thing," he mumbled before stepping through.
The world he emerged into was like some sort of prehistoric nightmare. But before he could reflect on the scenery the surprised cry of a child caught his attention.
A young boy clad in the skins of some demonic creature was tied to a tree.
"Connor?" Spike asked.
The boy stared blankly at him. Since the boy's scent was clearly human, and he obviously needed rescuing, Spike figured this had to be the kid Darla was talking about.
He bent down to untie the boy from the tree.
"There now," Spike reached out to comfort the kid. "Name's Sp-OW!" he cried out as the kid bit into his hand and then ran off.
"Blood hell!" Spike cried as he watched the kid race away. "Bloody brave new world that has such brats in it," he mumbled to himself before running after the wild boy.
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Date: 2007-04-05 07:35 pm (UTC)Also, loving the title. *Goes listen to Bowie*
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Date: 2007-04-06 07:24 pm (UTC)And how neat that you got the reference in the title. It was just the first thing that came to me, but then I went to check the lyrics, and it really fits rather well.
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Date: 2007-04-06 08:24 pm (UTC)And yes, there was probably more to Connor and Darla's connection. I'm sad we never got to see more on the show. But we still got fanfiction ;-)
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Date: 2007-04-08 12:16 am (UTC)In any case, it is a good Spike/Darla song.
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Date: 2007-05-28 04:18 am (UTC)this was awesome :)
[here via lafemmedarla's, btw.]
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Date: 2007-05-29 12:23 am (UTC)Would it be okay if I friended you? you're one of the very few Darla-authors I know of, and I'm kinda tired of hearing about your fics third hand...