FIC: Alibi (1/?)

["Shadow" <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx>]

Title: Alibi (1/?)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with
Buffy the Vampire Slayer; they belong to others and are used without
permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Archive: The usual places all others ask first.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Still puzzling that one out at the moment - I'll let you know
when I do. That is if I can keep the whole mass orgy scene out of it.
:)
Summary: Riley Finn dies and the hunt for his killer has started... too
bad no one is talking.
Dedicated: To the guys over in The Society to Keep Sunnydale
Commando-boy Free, The Neuter Riley Finn Before He's Able To Reproduce
Committee, and The Sunnydale Home For Homicidal Babes in Leather - you
are the greatest friends a vampire fruit bat can have. ::big grin::

ALIBI (1/?)

23 May 2004
The Magic Box, Sunnydale CA,

"Oh... bad news," Anya said, without looking up from her newspaper, her
tone of voice conveying her eternal boredom at being open on a Sunday
with no customers in sight for at least fifty miles in any direction,
"Riley's dead."

"Now there's a name I haven't heard in awhile," a male voice commented,
as a dark haired young man continued to unpack the latest supply
shipment without pause, "is it too much to hope it was a violent death,
filled with lots and lots of pain?" He asked, frowning over a jar of
pickled bat's breath he just pulled out of the box. "Exactly how do you
pickle bat breath anyway?" He wondered aloud, cocking his head to the
side as this inexplicable image of some guy standing in a cave with a
butterfly net trying to capture bat breath flashed through his mind.

"Doesn't say," Anya continued, after a moment her concentration still on
her newspaper, "just says that the police are investigating the
mysterious death and questioning suspects... looks like it was gang
related."

"Ohhhh, gang related," Xander cooed happily, putting aside the jar with
a shrug, he just unpacked the stuff he never tried to rationalize any of
it, "makes us sound so LA... you think we got actual 'human' street
gangs in town now?"

Finally raising her head, she looked over at her live in boyfriend and
almost husband, if she could get him to pop the question, "Doubt it.
All the demon gangbangers keep killing or eating them... and you know
how much that annoys Buffy."

"Oh yeah... the Buffster," Xander said, looking thoughtful for a moment,
"so who wants to make the call?" He asked, knowing full well that the
blonde Slayer in question was probably still unconscious this early on a
Sunday afternoon. Being a firm believer that is was truly a day of rest
and wouldn't be seen anywhere in town until at least an hour before
sundown to begin to prepare for the night's patrol. 'I guess breaking
up a demon rave party takes a lot out of a Slayer,' he thought with a
mental shrug.

"Oh you do it... I'll call the others and start planning the party,"
Anya replied happily, reaching for the notepad kept by the phone and
making out a list of party supplies. "You think if we make Spike
promise not to pick a fight with Angel he'll bring the vodka?" She
asked, absently gnawing on the top of the pen in thought. "He gets the
best deal for alcohol at Willy's," she added, almost as an after
thought.

"Hey! I get good deals at Willy's too," Xander protested, one hand
cradling the receiver with other posed above the number pad, giving his
girlfriend a hurt look.

"You also get propositioned by every female demon and some of the males
that happen to be there at the time too," Anya replied with a snort,
"you're my orgasm buddy and no one else can have you." She nearly
snarled, her eyes flashing as her demon face surfed briefly.

"Now baby you know you're the only demon I like getting propositions
from," Xander purred, with a wicked grin, silently thanking whoever was
listening that the shop was deserted at the moment. Every since Anya
got her demon powers restored she had gotten more possessive of him,
rarely letting him out of her sight without an escort of some kind. He
just knew she had spread the word in the demon community that he was
property, anyone that touched him would have Anyanka ripping their
hearts out, and eating it... and oddly enough he wasn't nearly as
grossed out about it as he thought he should be. Although it was a bit
embarrassing when Spike would address him as Anya's Playtoy, the
bleached blonde vampire taking perverse pleasure at calling him that
around a group of vampires or demons, granted it was usually around
beings that were about to get slayed, but it was still embarrassing as
hell.

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Hyperion Hotel, Los Angeles
Same Time -

Cordelia Chase set at her desk cradling her head in one hand, the other
pawing in the top drawer for her bottle of pain killers, her shoulders
shaking as she fought to gain control of herself. "Delia? Are you
alright?" a concerned voice said, a strong hand reaching into the drawer
to retrieve the allusively bottle of aspirin. "What did you see?" The
tall dark vampire asked, going into protector mood ready to piece
together whatever vision his seer had just received from the Powers That
Be, only to be shocked by the laugh that escaped the young woman.

"Captain... cardboard... brought... it," Cordelia got out before falling
out of her chair, her whole body shaking with laughter as she literally
rolled on the floor.

"Captain Cardboard?" Angel said slowly, taking a moment to place the
name, his game face sliding on as the words clicked in his head. "I
said to never mention that bastards name again." He growled, trying to
control his temper knowing that Cordelia didn't mean to upset him, only
to be cut off by her next words.

"He's DEAD!" Cordelia crowed happily, "the bastard is dead!"

"Really?" the vampire questioned after a moment, cocking his head as he
regarded his laughing seer, then a thought occurred to him. "I take it
you saw the killer then?" he asked coolly, a wicked little grin shining
in his yellow/gold eyes, "and you're going to tell me all about it?" He
guessed hopping up on the deck and making himself comfortable.

"Why is Cordelia rolling on the floor?" a somewhat bored voice asked
from beside the male vampire, "and you're grinning... why are you
grinning? Did you get a happy!" the small blonde demanded, staring
accusingly at the vampire.

"No... I didn't get a happy, not that it would mean anything... the soul
being permanent and all," he grumbled, ducking his head like a little
boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "The bastard's dead." He
said simply, grinning foolishly.

"The bastard?" the blonde questioned, raising an eyebrow, "you main
Finn?" she questioned her game face sliding on in rage.

"Yup!" Cordelia shouted from the floor, "got himself so killed it
wasn't even funny... hell it was quite gross in fact... but so poetic
too."

"Riley's dead?" a new voice asked, a hint of fear tinting the voice.

Turning the two vampires looked at the young redhead leaning heavily on
a cane, one arm looped around her escort as she tried to keep her
balance as the news settled in.

Sobering instantly Cordelia pulled herself up off the floor to face her
friend, "Yeah Wills... got the headache to prove it," she said with a
little lopsided grin. "Didn't get a good look as his killer... but it
was bad." She continued, shooting a quick look to the two vampires
silently asking for support.

"ENOUGH!" Willow's escort growled, when the little redhead started to
shake as past memories started to overwhelm her. "Enough talk about
that man... you are scaring luvy... he is dead now. We'll just have to
resurrect him if we want to get our revenge, but quit talking about him
or else!"

"You're right," the blonde vampire said, returning to her human face and
walking over to the two. "Don't worry my love... he can't harm you
anymore," she whispered, taking the redhead's face in her hands and
placing a kiss on her forehead.

End Part One.

So anyone still with me out there... hello anyone? Want to know who
killed Riley? Does anyone really care? Want to know why Willow is in
LA? And what happened to her leg anyway? Hello? Anyone? Damn... I
think I just broke everyone. :)


Shadow -
Dir. of Pub. Safety of the SECLGA and Chief Dungeon Keeper.
Vampire Teddy Bear and Flying Fox {Fruit Bat} of the Woods Outback.
The Big Bad and Little Comma.