Demon Weed, Part 8

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BUFFY, THE VAMPIRE SLAYER - DEMON WEED

PART 8 - BIG NIGHT OUT!


Drusilla began to run her fingers over Spike's bare chest whilst he lay on
their bed in pleasure.

"We have to make up for a lot of lost time, Spike. My brush with the
Initiative has made me horny." Drusilla sexilly spoke.

"Dru, this bitch Caos set the Initiative on us. They intended to take you and
eventually kill you, like they attempted with me a while ago. Remember."
Spike stated, feeling a little uneasy despite his lover on top of him.

Drusilla then snuggled into Spike's cheek, whispering "Listen Spike, don't
say anything. Just relax and enjoy..." then continued "No matter what
happens, I love you. I always have..."

As Spike began to question to himself Drusilla's heart warming words, he felt
a massive puncture to his chest. Agony and pain overruled his body as
Drusilla, with tears streaming from her pale face, rose to her feet off the
bed. Spike then focused on the point of agony within his chest - a wooden
stake harpooned deep into his chest. The vampire then stared in shock and
agony at Drusilla and muttered "Why?"'

Drusilla stood there looking at her lover with tears streaming freely down
her face. She responded "I will always love you!"

Suddenly, Spike screamed in extreme pain and crumbled to dust on the
bedsheet. The wooden stake lay on the bedsheet covered in the remains of
Spike. Drusilla immediately fell to her knees and began crying over her
loss...


Giles was led along a dark school corridor leading to the gyms by a group of
female teachers carrying guns. The librarian, sweating from the brow over
what fate held for him, noticed the entrancing look on the teacher's faces as
they continued walking. 

Suddenly, the group heard moaning voices echoeing behind one of the gym doors
they approached. Giles looked on in horror at the sight that lay before him
when the gym door was opened. 

No longer was Giles suprised at the tobacco smoke oozing from the gym after
viewing a barely-alive mutilated body begging for help.  The mutilated man
stared into Gile's eyes with complete fear.

"H-Help me!!!!" the man groaned as he was dragged back inside the gym by two
smoking teachers.

Giles was then nudged in the back to follow suit and enter the 'torture'
room. A dozen clicks of lighters was sounded as his party of teachers behind
all lit up immediately whilst entering the gym.  Their weapons were lowered,
however, he was surrounded. 

Desperate to avoid torture, Giles asked nervously "Where and who is your
leader?" like a human asking aliens upon first contact.

"You are not worthy to meet her! You will just do as you are told, idiot! Sit
in the corner and wait for further instructions. Now!" One of the woman
retorted, pointing to an isolated corner of the gym 
- reaking with cigarette smoke. 

Knowing he was in no position to bargain, Giles proceded carefully to the
corner of the gym passing all the victims of their merciless torture. 

Men were crying out in pure agony with missing arms, legs and other key
features of their anatomy. Blood stained the gym floor and splashed against
Giles' feet as he tred carefully.

The librarian then stood in the corner gasping in horror at the overall
agonising sight of the gym hall. He noticed the group of teachers at the
bottom door happily puffing away continously on their butts. Suddenly, Giles
heard a familiar voice whisper to him from the side.

"Giles...Giles...Is that you?"

Giles faced the direction in which the weak voice was being heard from and
noticed Xander lying against the wall with a removed eye.  The librarian
slowly motioned towards him and knelt to face him directly. 

Giles gasped "It is me, Xander. Oh my god, what have they done to you? How
long have you been stuck in here?"

Xander monosylabically replied weakly "I have been here for 3 days, Giles.
You need to escape before they start on you. There is a window above here -
get out through there!..."

Giles interrupted "I am not going anywhere without you! You need to go to the
hospital!"

"No!" Xander grasped Giles' arm suddenly before continuing "The hospital will
simply send me back here! Whilst in here, I have heard all the talk about
what was planned. They impose themselves on all the forces - including the
law!"

Giles sighed distraught, staring at Xander barely breathing after the
punishment he received. He realised now that this had been planned right from
the start.

Xander broke the moment of silence and realisation by stating "Everyone
affected now possesses anti-male feelings. This is the reason for all the
punishment. You need to escape, find a solution and simply...save the world!"

Giles simply sat down beside Xander and stared in vain up at the blue haze of
cigarette smoke dominating the atmosphere...


Buffy took a hard puff on her fourth consecutive cigarette as the group
motioned onto the town street. The rest of the group, including Willow,
Cordelia and Joyce, all chain-smoked while laughing with each other. Buffy
fought hard to resist a temptation to laugh without reason as she felt the
nicotine now play with her behaviour. The sole reason for her current
individual thinking was the deep purpose to find out who was running this
invasion. She continued to take long, hard puffs off her cigarette and exhale
carelessly into the night air. 

Joyce then appoached Buffy smiling at her daughter's new development in
accepting the smoking habit. 

"I am so proud of you, Buffy - I knew it would only be a matter of time
before you would understand. How are you feeling?" beamed Joyce,
chain-smoking as naturally as can be.

Buffy was still fighting hard with her rapidly-changing emotions, but said
reluctantly "OK."

Suddenly the cheering and laughing of the group halted as they all stared at
a man within a phone booth. 

"Let's go and have fun!!" exclaimed Willow.

Buffy couldn't help but notice that smoking had engraved a new aura on
Willow's normally quiet personality. The Slayer could no longer deny that her
friend was now far more confident and acting as the group leader. She also
concluded that smoking did make Willow more sexy. 

The female group approached the phone booth, occupied by the man, casually
and encircled the area. 

The short man, with slick black hair and dressed in a business suit, noticed
the group of smoking females grinning evilly in his direction. As he slowly
replaced the phone on its receiver and turned to exit the booth, Willow's
face scrunched up against the glass shouting at him.

"It is no longer safe in this neighbourhood, pal. Did you know as of today a
new rule has been installed upon the community..." Willow smiled at her
compatiots and continued "Sunnydale is a NO-MALE ZONE!!!"

Suddenly, the group began kicking at the glass surrounding the booth. The
glass shattered into the man's body, producing screams of pain. Buffy,
however, was paralysed by the vicious sight of the helpless man, heavily
pearced by the shattering glass. Instead, the Slayer continued to smoke as
the man fell helplessly through the front glass panel onto the concrete. 

"Come on, Buffy - we are all here to have fun!" Willow stated, as Buffy
looked entranced by bleeding man. The Slayer knew deep down that she should
stop her friends and save the man's life but the special nicotine was
affecting her thoughts now. As a result, she just stood while the man
received further punishment with physical abuse from the rest of the group. 

The group then paused for a moment all to light up another cigarette after
sensing a victory with their victim. Willow knelt down towards the wounded
man covered in piercing glass and whispered a few words.  She then took a
long, powerful drag off her cigarette and gave her victim a smokey kiss. The
man immediately coughed repeatedly. Each of the group then repeated Willow's
form of punishment with smokey kisses until it was Buffy's turn. 

The Slayer knelt down towards the heavy-breathing, battered victim and looked
at his weak eyes. As she brought the cigarette to her lips and inhaled
deeply, voices inside her, as well as outside, told her to advance with a
smokey kiss. However, the Slayer exhaled into the night sky and rose to her
feet feeling disappointed. 

"What happened Buffy?" asked Cordelia who was concerned her latest recruit
had failed the first test.

Buffy collected her thoughts for a second before answering. She knew deep
down that it was wrong and sad to punish the innocent. This was despite the
powerful thoughts clouding her brain at the time. 

"I - I just can't do it...yet!" Buffy replied, heavily confused by the mixed
thoughts and feelings that were being received. 

Coredelia just smiled, put her arm around Buffy and led her away from the
scene calmly before saying.

"That is alright, Buffy. We have plenty of time on our side. In a day or two,
you will have no hesistation to deliver a sucker to male scum."

The Slayer immediately turned round to see the rest of the group kick the
wounded victim all over. Willow then signified everyone to stop and ordered
two of her compatriots to take the victim back to the 'base'.

"Where is the 'base'?" Buffy asked as she unintentionally accepted another
cigarette from Cordelia.

Cordelia replied as she lit Buffy's cigarette "We are using the school right
through for our little palace. Maybe, we'll take a visit to the palace soon
to check out on our latest 'guests'."

Willow and Joyce caught up with Buffy and Cordelia on the corner of the
alleyway. They began to walk down the road, smoking and analysing between
themselves of their latest victim. Buffy, like the rest of the group,
continued to chain-smoke through the cigarettes like a baby sucking on a
bottle. She began to feel, despite the vulgar attitudes towards males, more
comfortable with being part of the group. However, her will to find out the
catalyst behind all of this still struggled within her thoughts. 

The group entered the nearest smokey bar and took rest inside...

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