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Title: Fallen Angels

Author: virce

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Disclaimer: The characters
in this

story do not belong to me

Feedback: Yes, please.

Rating: Will differ from
chapter to

chapter, but it will go up to NC-17

Summary: Fantasy/AU. Buffy
and Spike are

assassins in different organizations.

Buffy found herself
fighting for her life

when she messed up a case. Numerous assassins

were sent to kill her, including Spike.

Quite violent at the
beginning but Spuffiness

is guaranteed at the end.

AN: This is my first fic,
so please be gentle!

Chapter 1

Buffy sank down to her
knees, gasping for breath quietly. She raised her eyes to scan her surroundings
� left to right, and back again. The deceptive silence seemed to amplify her
quiet gulps of breathing. Trees� branches swayed peacefully above her, shading
her from the setting sun�s glare.

It�s almost evening, she thought.

The bark of the tree
against her back felt rough and callous, but at the moment she felt relatively
safe against it. As if it provided her with a sense of invincibility. Invincibility, she inwardly laughed. Wish I can be invincible and break their
necks like a goddamn vampire or something. Her breathing slowed down and
Buffy felt her muscles tensing even when her limbs felt like lead. Of course she
felt that way, since she�d fought viciously from sun
up to� she glanced up again at the sun. To� almost sun down.

Rising shakily, palms
pressed flat back against the tree behind her, she peered around the tree. A
slight rustle froze her. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched, unconsciously
she held her breath as she waited. Moments later, her suspicions were confirmed
when she heard a slight cough.

Is that a cough of a sister�s or that of the enemy?
She wondered. Straining to hear
again, she almost prayed for another sound from the somebody
nearby.

Nothing.

Buffy grew impatient and
stopped herself. No, she scolded
herself. How many times have the sensei
told you, patience pays? Although, at that moment, she kinda doubted her
sensei�s words� wondering if patience will ultimately lead to her death. If she
doesn�t do something soon, perhaps that person will find her out instead of her
finding out on them. That would never do,
she thought.

Deciding quickly, she
turned around and studied the tree she�d leaned against moments earlier. Climbable. Without hesitation, she slithered up
the tree with the grace of a cat. Stealth. Need to be
stealthy. Crouching down on a branch, she tried to make her body as small
as possible to avoid detection.

A shot rang out and echoed
through the woods around her. Buffy didn�t even flinch. That sound, she�d heard
thousands, maybe millions of times before. Gunshot.
She calmly looked around her, turning 360 degrees. I guess either a sister is dead or those fat men in suits are.

Although she wasn�t afraid
of loud gunshots, much like how some people are not afraid of thunder, she
received the shock of her life when she felt another body dropping down on her,
landing literally on top of her and kicking her off the branch she was perched
on. Buffy let out a squeak of surprise and losing her balance, fell to the
forest floor beneath her.

Always keep the calm amidst the chaos, her sensei always says, concentrate. CONCENTRATE!

Buffy concentrated and
managed to land on her feet in a crouch, hands splayed on the floor to balance
herself. I�m a cat, she mused, always falling on its feet. She glanced
up quickly to find a dark man clad in all black still perching on the branch,
grinning down at her. He leapt down with a panther�s grace and landed neatly
next to her.

Buffy grinned back. That�s it, she told herself, smile at the devil.

Quick as lightning, Buffy
crossed the distance between them and started to fight with the man with the
expertise of a finely tuned killer machine. That�s
what I am. It�s what I do. What I�ve been raised to do. The man stood no
chance. Directing all her chi to her right hand, she administered the final
fatal blow to the man�s head. A sickening sound of the skull caving into the
man�s brain was quiet as he fell and sprawled on the ground, dead.

Years ago she would have
found her hands shaking with adrenaline rush as she stood next to the corpse.
Not anymore. She smiled almost proudly at her tremble-free hands. Yeah, practice makes perfect, She
thought.

So what�s my body count again? She stood still, blurred images of men she�d killed
so far flitting through her brain at blinding speed. Oh yeah, 37. I�ve killed 37 men. YAY me!

Grinning like a cheshire
cat, she glanced around her surroundings again carefully. During the fight,
she�d forgotten to take stock of her surroundings. How could she be so
careless? Buffy mentally chastised herself and began to move quickly but
silently again, then, as impatience crept up on her she began to run. Silence be damned.

A blur of movement halted
her in her tracks, and she looked in the direction of the movement earlier. A
tree blocked her vision as she contemplated whether to run in the opposite
direction or hunt the person down and kill. Her aching muscles protested as she
moved towards her target, rounding the said tree. I�ve had nothing to eat since this morning. And nothing to drink
either, she thought wearily. No wonder she felt so weak.

As she rounded the tree
quickly to surprise the person behind it, the figure before her recoiled and
dropped into a fighter�s stance in a blink of an eye. Buffy studied the girl
before her. She was wound up tighter than a violin, tensing like a cobra ready
to strike. Her dark hair was a mess. Buffy started laughing, but managed to keep
it down as she relaxed and embraced the girl.

�Faith,� she whispered,
�You ok?�

�Never better, B,� she
replied, �What�s your body count so far?�

�37.�

�Hah. Beat your record
this time. I�ve got 39.�

�Show off,� Buffy muttered
crossly. Faith grinned at her and punched her lightly on the shoulder as they
walked side by side through the woods, each alert and tense for any enemy
attack while they quietly talked.

�You
seen the other girls yet?�

�A
couple. I saw another one went
down though. That sweet girl, what�s her name?� Faith furrowed her brows as she
thought, �Oh yeah, Belinda.�

�Belinda�s dead?� Buffy
gasped wide-eyed, �she was so nice though��

�Yeah,� Faith muttered
darkly. �The nice ones always die first. No room for niceties in this life we
lead.�

Buffy�s chest constricted
as she realized the truth Faith had wisely spoken.

�Hey, B,� Faith stopped in
her tracks. Buffy, who was engrossed in her thoughts and looking at the ground
all this while, paused and looked up at Faith.

Faith turned to her, grinning,
�I�ll let you have this one.�

Buffy turned to her left,
and saw a couple of men. On the left was a guy dressed in combat boots and
combat pants, army green shirt stretched tightly across his chest. Muscly, Buffy observed, could probably pack one hell of a punch. The
other, smaller guy, had black, penetrating eyes with
mouth set into a grim line. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a black
sleeveless tee. He looked like a Thai kickboxer.

Buffy turned to Faith,
�I�ll take both of them on. That way, we can even our scores.�

With that, Buffy rushed
towards the two men while Faith crossed her arms and smiled.
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