The Bad Influence: Part Ten
by Alex Mercado
Disclaimer: (I created Mitchell, and Voyce... )Buffy, Willow, Xander, Giles are owned By Joss Whedon, and yadda, yadda, yadda!
Proofreading by Anya.



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Part Ten

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Voyce's eyes widened with devilish glee. "My friends have come to make a visit," he began to cackle immediately. Reptile-like, green skinned forearms protruded out from the opening vortex which eminated from the ground, the oversized fists grasping at the surrounding ground, anchoring it's grip on the earth to lift its body out. Buffy quietly took a step back, her eyes fixated on the portal. It looked like the ground was birthing a monster. Angel kept his hand over his wound, gritting his teeth, he managed to keep his eyes slightly open to witness the new dilemma. Mitch stood dumbfounded with his jaw dropped.

The new visitor rose from the ground, flipping out of the portal, and landing on its hind legs. He stood tall, a green toned, lumbering demon, not unlike Voyce, He stretched his arms, to flex tired muscles, that were due to climbing into this new dimension. Voyce gave an enthusiatic "thumbs up" to this new monster, who was just one footshorter than he. "Demo, Welcome back to fleshville!" Voyce estatically bellowed, giving his scaly skinned friend a hand shake.

Demo, still shaken from changing worlds, rubbed his face, his yellow eyes piercing directly into Buffy's soul. Buffy observed this new addition to the melee, he was 6 feet tall, green no horns, no nose, a large back mane, suspicously wore what seemed to be black sweatpants," Sweatpants in hell?" She thought to herself,"It must be hot there, I guess."

"Demo?" Buffy mispronounced badly," What are you going to do?" Buffy winced and wriggled her nose, the smell of the burnt ground below her assaulted her nostrils. Demo turned around to face the Slayer. "What the hell is that?" He craned his neck to view her full body. "Some bitch that's going to die anyway," Voyce waved her off, and pulled Demo's attention back to him. "Where is the rest of the posse?"

Demo walked along the portal he had just popped out of,"Well, the rest can only come in a whole if you kill one more person to set more out here, cuz the portal isclosing." Voyce grinded his teeth. "We have three puss bucket nipple freaks here," he muttered.

"Not that easy, you have to get the one you possesed to do it." Demo lowerd his scaly brow, almost completely covering his eyes.

"That'll be a problem." Voyce scratched his forehead with one rusty fingernail.

Demo sounded back,"Oh will it?"

Voyce turned his vision on Mitch, who was cowering behind a pillar. "Hey, you!"Voyce angrily pushed his way towards Mitch, toppling over Buffy and Angel on the way. He forcefully grabbed Mitch by the arm. "Hey man, looks like you just have to kill one more!" Voyce gleefully said.

"No! No more." Mitch quietly, but demandingly replied.

"Well, well, look who's grown balls in the last half hour!" Voyce placed his hand on the back of Mitch's neck, starting to squeeze tightly. Demo folded his arms and looked on, Voyce pointed towards Angel, twirling his finger around, ensuring the target he wanted offed. Mitch's eyes rolled back into his head, and he once again picked the scythe from the ground. Did he always drop the thing?

Letting the steel edge of the weapon glimmer from the busted strobe lights, Mitch slowly walked towards Angel, an evil grin decorated his face. Angel, still planted on the ground, trailed Mitch's movement towards him with great trepidation. Buffy raised herself off of her bottom, quickly dusting herself off, she picked up a discarded table leg Willow had dropped earlier.

Buffy lunged at Mitch, striking him on the back with the wooden apparatus. Mitch curled back, the pain rushing up his veins. He collapsed, once again dropping his scythe. Voyce snarled and bearhugged Buffy from behind, squeezing her tightly, his fingernails snuggly found themselves into her shoulders, her mouth opened wide, letting out a silent scream. "Why are you messing around with me? Damn!" Voyce intimidatingly muttered through his teeth.

Buffy felt her back crack, she was going to be crushed to death,"Oh god," she muttered. Feeling the minature spikes that protruding from his chest, piercing the skin of her back, this was the bloodiest Buffy had ever been in a battle. Voyce hugged her even tighter, raising her feet off the ground this time, Buffy, didn't make a sound, she just strengthened her own muscles, to not let him crush her any further.

All of a sudden, Angel suddenly yanked out Voyce's left wing with all of his might. An unholy howl emanated from Voyce's mouth, the fangs in his mouth clenched with one another. He dropped Buffy, and she quickly crawled from harms way. Tar-colored blood spewed from where Voyce's flying appendage had been, the onslaught sweep of pain jerked his body around. Angel watched all the chaos, and cautiously stepped back. Unexpectedly a fist plowed right through Angel's back and straight through his abdomen leavingthe impression of impalement on his shirt, Angel stumbled foward letting the fist slip out of his ribcage. Demo had punched a hole right though Angel, and he thought it was funny.

Buffy breathed even harder, her heart thumped with such anxiety and frustration. It had to end right then and there. Demo shook his hand, letting the blood spill off of it. A blurry image of movement caught his peripheral vision. His shocked eyes widened as Buffy lunged at him, Mitch's forsaken scythe now firmly in her hands. Her first swing separated Demo's bloodied hand from the arm that had punched through Angel. Demo's eyes glowed with pure venom, but the Slayer twirled in a circle, facing him once again. Whipping the scythe around, she lopped off both of his legs. The blood washing over her boots almost making her slip.

Howling in pain, Demo fell on his back, his tongue flipping wildly out of his mouth. Buffy raised the scythe, and sent it crashing down into Demo's chest. Sighting the slowly closing portal, she ran, with weapon still embedded in Demo's writhing body. Like a hockey player, sliding him across the ground and straight back into theportal's opening. "Nooooooo!" Demo yelled, his remaining hand clutching onto the edge, not wanting to fall back in.

"You're leaving the way you came in," Buffy muttered, holding herslf back from crying. "Yeah, ain't that a bi.. ," Demo was interrupted when Buffy chopped his remaining hand off, and the green monster dissapeared into oblivion.

Buffy turnd her anger now towards Voyce, who's body was now just a red spike field, he looked like a living, breathing pin-cushion to her. Buffy slid towards him, Demo's spilt blood having made the ground slick. Voyce bellowed,"Now or never! This is it!" His skin erupted, and what seemed like nails, and darts shot out from his body, all directed towards Buffy.

Buffy turned her back to Voyce, and dropped, mid-slide allowing her body to slide under him. Letting her slide right under him. The blood giving her a quick speed, his nail darts completely missed her by a mere second of timing. Voyce winced, Buffy raised herself back up behind him. "Bye," she said in a low tone. The blade of the scythe slit across his neck, be-heading him completely.

Voyce's body twitched violently, crashing into walls, then standing still. Buffy ran across the room, scooping an unconsious, injured Angel into her hands and heading him into safety. Voyce's body began to glow, and the dance floor of the Bronze shook wildly.

Voyce's headless body took a step further, then as it pulsated into a violent, bloody explosion, blowing Angel Angel, Buffy and Mitch back. The Bronze's interior was filled with black goo. What used to BE Voyce, was now all smeared obscenely across the walls. The hellish portal had completely closed and was nowhere to be seen, it was over.

After taking a few minutes to realize that the trouble was over, Buffy stood up, even though it was against her aching body's complaints. She looked down at Angel,"Oh no, are you going to be okay?" she said in a motherly tone. Angel looked Buffy in the eyes, and gave a hearty thumbs up as he falsely smiled.

Mitch raised to his feet, he stared at Buffy. "What have I done?" He muttered. Buffy bit her bottom lipped and tried to comfort him,"It's not your fault. You were taken over." Mitch interjected," I did this because I loved you, I'm so sorry." Buffy looked at the ground , then back at Mitch," I thought I really had feelings for you, butafter tonight...."

Before she could trail off into the long "I don't want to see you anymore" speech, Mitch stopped her. "I understand," he sighed. Mitch quickly picked a piece of glass from the floor, and readied himself to commit suicide. Buffy rushed to him, knocking the shard from his hand,"Don't." She hugged him tightly, and he cried in her arms.

The night had passed.


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night, in the Sunnydale medical center Buffy walked to room 203, when visitors were allowed, her shoulders and various parts of her riddled with bandages, she had told her mother that she had slipped on some soda bottles and straight through a glass mirror. Crazy as it sounded, her mother believd her.
Entering room 203 she placed her sight on Willow who was resting on a hospital bed, full medical gown, and bed sheets covering her petite body. Xander with some bandages across his face, and some under his clothing, stood hovering above his red headed pal. Xander's eyes lit up when he saw Buffy enter,"Oh God. It's good to see you." He huggedher softly, making sure not to bruise her skin.

Buffy kissed Xander on the cheek,"It's good to see you too." Xander looked at Buffy with great respect, even more than ever,"How's Angel?" Buffy moved some hair from her eyes,"He healed quickly, he's doing fine. He just bandaged himself up, and stayed home." Buffy turned her sight onto the very fragile Willow, who sat up in her bed now. "How are you Willow?" Buffy asked, tilting her head. "Angel wanted me to giveyou these." Buffy placed a large bouqet across Willow's sheet, she smiled sweetly.

"I'm doing great Buffy," Willow said, her voice began to crack, and she started to cry, as did Buffy. The two girls hugged each other, knowing that they both each were glad to see another day. Xander smiled slightly. The three suddenly heard bickering in the hallway.

"When I want real food, I go to a resturaunt, I won't eat swill like this!" Cordelia yelled loudly. It seems she had survived her wounds.

Xander, Buffy and Willow looked at each other, with smiles, then bursting into laughter.

"Some things never changes." Xander added jokingly.


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night, in the psychiatric ward of the hospital, Mitchell lay comfortably in his bed. He stared straight up, looking at every crack and crevece, on the white drably painted ceiling. He began to trail off into sleep, when his bed began to tremble, panicking, he jumped off, on his bare feet on the cold floor. He stared paralyzed as the ground opened a portal. He had no time to catch his breath, when a booming voice sounded from the portal,"She may have won, but you have lost."
Two green stumps flung out followed by Demo, encased Mitch.

"No, Nooooo!" Mitch yelled at the top of his lungs.

"It's time to pay for deceiving us boy. For wronging wronging my brother Voyce, you will suffer." The stumps wrapped around Mitch, dragging him down into the portal, until he was fully submerged. As quickly as the portal had appeared it disappeared.

Mitch was never seen again.


ThE EnD.


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