The many faces of Buffy: Elements (earth)
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The sewers of Sunnydale were never particularly nice, not even for vampires, and Spike had never been the sort of a vampire that enjoyed travelling through sewers. Although he had never been as aristocratic as Angelus, let alone Darla, he still was not a big fan of plumbing and sewers as some of his minions had been.
In addition, Willow’s rift-causing spell had created new features in those sewer tunnels, and they were not particularly welcome, either. The giant microbes that lately were infesting everyone’s basements were found here too, as well as some strange new plants, whose incredibly fine roots were intersecting anything metallic and made tunnel travelling even more hazardous.
Admittedly, there were also more natural tunnels beneath Sunnydale, (probably made by Richard Wilkins Sr. before plumbing became fashionable and available in such a rustic part of the United States, and Spike was taking full advantage of them, since both the giant microbes and the strange new plants were less frequent in them as in the more metallic sewers. Admittedly, that was weird, but that is life on the Hellmouth for you.
And speaking of the Hellmouth (for that was where Spike went – to check on the Hellmouth), it had undertaken a transformation of its own: the cavern where it was located had been flooded at least in part, and this new subterranean lake was overflowing with life as well.
Some of this new life was represented by the giant microbes that seemed to be as hard to get rid of as their normal-sized relatives. The other representatives were the plants – cane-like vines with long, sharp, possibly poisonous thorns and fine hooks, covering and spreading through the cavern’s walls like so much ivy. Their leaves were pale green, marbled with bone-white veins and vaguely shaped like five-fingered hands, while their flowers were rather rose-like of a pale, faintly incandescent white. Some of the giant microbes fed on those plants, while the others appeared to be consumed by the plants instead, and in short it was a lively, vibrant (though wet) scene, that Spike, as an undead vampire, felt distinctly uncomfortable being here.
“Right. The Slayer and others should be notified of this,” he decided instead and turned to leave.
And – came face to face with Drusilla. “My Spike, are you still pining after the nasty Slayer?” she asked sadly.
Spike opened his mouth and then closed it, seeing even in the eldritch light of the possibly infernal plants that this wasn’t his Drusilla – this version was as dark of skin as any African or Afro-American, and her hair was blonde (with golden highlights) – a clearly inverted picture of his own Dru.
“I’m not your Spike and you’re not my Dru,” he said flatly, “and as for my relationship with Slayer, it’s more complicated than I have foreseen, and I don’t know where you even come in!”
“...True,” Dru v.2 agreed quietly, “but she’s still nasty, and you’re still Spike, and where did you come from?”
“This is my world, and I – just as your version in this dimension – have come from London, England,” Spike said flatly, “though I don’t know about you and yours. Are you going to hang around the local Hellmouth, however?”
There was a pause that indicated to Spike that perhaps he had said too much.
“No, I’m not,” Dru v.2 said thoughtfully yet firmly. “Me, running into you, might actually be for the greater good. Spike, lead me on to your mistress – I’m ready to deal with her!”
There was a pause. “You know,” Spike said at the end of it, “you and my Dru aren’t that different – you are just more coherent, that’s all. The Slayer too isn’t my mistress, but that’s definitely beyond the point of our discussion for the moment, so let’s just go and talk to her, all right?”
“Lead the way,” came the curt reply, and the two vampires left.
Behind them, the waters bubbled, as another bit of Hellmouth’s own conscience came to life...End