D Is For: Part 2
by Syko
I only own Humala. Everybody else is Joss's. Nuff said.
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Part Two
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Oz awoke to find himself chained. He was human, and it was daytime. He knew, because his watch told him it was a quarter past five in the morning. He also knew that he had to start wearing big baggy clothes so he wouldn't end up au natural when he turned into a wolf. It was drafty in the dungeon.
Oz saw a woman in a red dress walking down the stairs. Had he been able to move his hands far enough, he would have moved them to a point where he wouldn't feel so threatened. However, he could not. Drusilla giggled when she saw him.
"Oh, dear sweet boy," she cooed. "You look like my brother did when Angelus killed him." She giggled again. "Except he was wearing clothes...and Angelus had driven him into the wall using swords."
"Uh...that really, really...sucks," Oz aid.
"I know," she agreed. "You know what we're gonna do tonight, don't you?"
Oz gulped. "Chippendale's?" he squeaked.
She giggled again. "No, silly boy! We're gonna shave a wolf bald! Need lots of fur for the ceremony." She pulled out an electric razor. "Buzz...buzz..." She ran the electric razor over his hair, making the sound effects. Oz was now fully frightened. Next to 2003, when the exo-skeleton-y demon had jumped out at him from behind and chopped off his arm (which had grown back when he became a wolf), this was officially the most frightened he'd been since he started growing shaggy gray hairs.
"No, for the last time, I didn't find out where she took him!" Faith growled.
"Neither did I," Buffy added. "We woke up a few hours ago and saw broken chains, nothing more."
"Well, he can't be far away," Xander said. "Only people who want his hair are the cult members."
Willow was ready to cry. Her honey was in vampire hands. She had an overwhelming feeling of dread. And worse, she still didn't know what Oz was trying to ask her. 2009 was really starting to suck.
That night, Oz went through a swift change to werewolf in the dungeon. Dru gave him a shot of phenobarbital--enough to down a bull. He started snoring loudly.
A few minutes later, allowing the full light of the moon to shine in on the eerie scene, Dru and Spike came down to get some hair. Using a special shaving cream and a sanctified blade that burned Spike's hands, they shaved each hair off of the wolf. Collecting the hair in a basket, the happy and horrible couple went up the stairs to prepare for doomsday. Oz happily slept away the night.
In the upper portion of the temple, Spike and Dru pinned fluffs of hair to a wall with a picture of what the prophecy books said Humala looked like: a big, blue, gaseous thing with claws at the end of the gaseous arms and a skull-head with a large spear stickng out. It had wings made of fire. These were the kind of people who would rather put demon pictures on their wall than Baywatch posters. Drusilla begin to chant. The spell required her to chant for the entire night before the Rise of Terror.
The next day, Buffy and Faith went to the mall. They had one thing in mind: shopping. They'd slayed many demons in their lives--why not shop for a while??
In the Gap, they started talking about work.
"So where do you think he is?" Faith asked.
"Uh...I dunno," Buffy said. "It'd have to be well-protected. Like Fort Knox. Maybe a temple?"
"Well, they built the new temple at the edge of the forest," Faith suggested. "We could go there and try."
"Good idea," Buffy agreed. "Let's go." Before leaving, Buffy noticed that the guy behind the cash register was doubled over in pain. He felt like his stomach was bursting out of his abdomen.
It was a spontaneous thing for all humanity. Dru was still chanting at noon, when the sun was high in the sky. She had to sacrifice a member of her brethren to do the spell right. Good old Jeremy got that part. They chained him to the wall and opened a skylight at noon. He exploded in ashes, which immediately flew away to every portion of the world. Dru felt a power rise from within her.
Had she been able to see the spectacle, Dru would have been giggling and cackling. Each particle of dust that had been Jeremy was landing on the heads of each human. They all fell to the ground, unable to move. Their stomachs felt like he mucus that kept the stomach acid from eating away at their bodies had gone away, and the acid was killing them. In reality, it was Humala, working away at them.
In a burst of light that was dark black, each human saw something horrible bursting from their mouths: a skull with a spear stuck in its mouth. In the space of moments, a Humala-like being flew out of their oral cavities and to the skies. Dru's spell had worked. Each human on Earth was dead.
In a lab at D.C., Dr. Hellmann was working on his greatest experiment: creating two humans, one male, one female, simply from human DNA. He put it in what he called a nutrience tube--a long, skinny pipe full of amino acids--to allow the DNA to grow, become stronger, and create two normal human people. He was proud that his work would be remembered for all humanity's time. But at that moment, fate chose to end humanity's time. And Dr. Hellmann's time was also coming to an end.
In the temple at the edge of the forest, Dru fell to the ground. Spike came to her to see if she was fine, a lackey coming to her also. Dru looked dead, but she was very much live. Since she was a new vampire, she hadn't felt as alive as she did right now. Every molecule in her body was filled with power, brimming with a strange light that made Dru think she was all-powerful. In a move so swift that Spike and the lackey culd not see, Dru's arm shot up and punched directly through the lackey's skull. She turned her arm to the side, removing his head. She hungrily licked up the ashes as if they were the key to immortality itself. To Humala, it was. Dru stood up beside her honey.
"Dru?" Spike whispered, frightened for the first time in his afterlife. "You...okay?"
Dru began to cackle, her eyes suddenly bright blue where they had been white. Her voice was half-deep and half-high, like two beings were using her vocal chords. In a sense, they were.
"Oh, yes," the strange voice said. "Dru *and* Humala are *just fine*." She laughed some more.
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