Chapter 2 - One touch, Two touch, Ewww touch, You.
The halls were now deserted and the teenagers were in their classes. Buffy remembered this day very well this was the day she changed from Lizzie to Buffy.
They started to strut down the halls like many days before but instead of Darla, Dru and Cordy it was Darla, Dru and Buffy. She remembered what she had thought about them before. These used to be her exact words.
'Let me tell you about them, the beautiful ones, the thriving three. Everyone worshipped them and cursed them but everyone wanted be them. First there was Drusilla; she was the leader she was like 'Satan in heels'. Then there was Darla she was like Dru's henchman and a legend in her own little mind. Then finally Cordelia... Cordelai was the most popular girl not noly was she smart, popular, pretty and rich, Yes she was all those things but most of all she was... sweet. Dru, Dru ruled with terror but Cordy she ruled with kindness, she was like Princess Di of Sunnydale high and that pissed Dru off.'
That was what it was like till the day it had happened till the day everything changed.
Lizzie liked strutting down the hall with them shaking her ass for all to see. They had turned her blonde and dressed her up like a doll.
She was loving it.
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Dru sat in Sex Ed as the teacher went on and on about the woman anatomy. She sat there until she heard a whispering.
"Dru... Dru..." She looked up to see her jock boyfriend Riley look at her then wag his tongue at her. She "eewwwwww" to her self before turning back to the teacher.
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“Ok class; crack the egg gently, but with ample force." The home Ec teacher said cracking an egg into a white bowl. The others did the same. When Darla cracked hers open blood came out. The girl in front of her smiled.
"Oohhhhh you got a stillborn." Amy said before sticking her finger into it.
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Buffy, still at that moment known as Lizzie sat in her Eng Lit class.
"She said it herself what's done can not be undone." The teacher said trying to be dramatic but none of the students bought it.
"It's different from your world today; nothing was funny for the tragic characters of Shakespeare’s time."
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“Stand straight,” Darla instructed as they entered the cafeteria.
Lizzie straightened her back as she gnawed on her bottom lip nervously. She’d already proved herself worthy in the hall way but this was a whole thing. In the hall all that had been required was to walk like a super model or something. The cafeteria meant interaction with others.
“And stop shaking,” Dru added as the three girls wove their way through the tables.
“I’m sorry,” Lizzie quickly apologized.
“I still can't get over myself,” Dru started as they neared the table they were going to sit at.
She was interrupted with a, “Whoa! Check out the fresh meat!” as they pasted the jocks.
Lizzie blushed slightly, not sure if she liked being looked at as “meat” but then remembered that it was different now. She was the one that supposed to use them. Eat your heart out boys.
“And to think that my second grade teachers thought I had no artistic potential,” the dark haired beauty said flippantly before laughing lightly.
“It’s like a dream,” Lizzie said, still marveling in the feel of being popular.
Dru looked at her Barbie and stated, “I made you and I’m god. That’s all you need to know.”
Lizzie nodded slightly before the three of them took a seat at a table in the middle of the cafeteria. She’d only dreamed of being able to sit at this table and now here she was. With that thought, she started to take out her lunch. She set the brown paper bag on the table and started to take out her sandwich but was stopped.
“Liz no!” Darla exclaimed, “What are you doing?”
“God, tuna much?” Dru said in a disgusted tone.
“But my mom always…” Lizzie started to explain but was cut short.
“We never ever eat at lunch and if for any good damn reason we did we would never eat out of a paper bag i don't care if there’s four-star fucking culinary masterpiece in there. Get rid of it.”
Dejectedly, Lizzie set the bag back down onto the table. She really didn’t see the big deal about eating but she already knew better then to go against something that Drusilla said.
”You see we’re not anorexic or anything. That’s reserved for the Karen Carpenter table” she pointed a finger which was adorned with long, blood red nails that Lizzie thought resembled claws at a table of extremely over thin girls, “We eat and we eat well just not at school. I mean food cool and all, you need to live and it tastes good but food gives you ammo and the only one with ammo is us,” Dru went on. The poor darling really did look confused, “Even the mere thoughts of eating suggestions thoughts of digestion, flatulation, defecation and even completion defection I would never be caught eating a greasy pizza even in front of the ultra-special kids, the blind deaf, the dumb because on some terrifying level their associating that greasy pizza with your shiny face.
A blackhead, a cluster or pores and that’s another vexing stress that we don't need.”
”Life’s hard enough without added anxiety,” Darla piped in, touching her face cautiously as though just talking about zits were going to make one magically appear on her face.
Suddenly someone pushed in between Dru and Darla, that someone being Riley Finn. Riley Finn, star quarterback and unofficial prom king. He gave Lizzie one of his fame boyish charm smiles and asked, “So, are introductions in order or what?”
“Oh Riley this is…” Darla started up Dru cut her short before she could say “Lizzie”.
“Buffy,” she covered.
Riley smiled at Lizzie again, “Pretty name even though it’s kinda odd.”
‘Buffy’ gave Riley a weak smile before he continued on, “Are you a transfer or something?”
Before she could answer Dru stood, her eyes telling Darla to follow, “We’ll be right back loves.”
Buffy looked up at her newfound friends with wide eyes. They were going to leave her alone with Riley? Oh god, she was going to hyperventilate. Before she could protest, Darla and Dru were gone.
Before she knew that was happening, Riley’s arm slide around her shoulder and he pulled her up against his side, not noticing the squeak of surprise she let out as he did so.
“So I’m Riley Finn,” he started to introduce himself.
Spike had been watching from across the cafeteria as ‘Satan in heels’ Drusilla Shane and her dedicated follower Darla Fox paraded the new beautiful golden blonde through the cafeteria. She looked so out of place with the two bitches. Something in his had snapped as he watched that pounce Finn put his arm around the blondes shoulder so he’d gotten up and walked over to the two, noticing how uncomfortable she looked.
‘And I don’t even know the bloody bint,’ he thought as he made his way over to them.
“Wow so you scored that many touch down passes last game huh?” Buffy asked uncomfortable, “That’s…wow.”
“Hey Finn, the lady doesn’t look like she appreciates your arm around her shoulder,” he smirked at the idiot football player.
“Why don’t you butt out you fucking bleached…” Riley started but Buffy cut him off.
“Riley, really, there’s no need to call names,” she stated actually thankful for the bleached boys arrival. She slipped out from underneath the weight of Riley’s arm. She turned and smiled at the other boy. Spike Giles, bad ass supreme. “I’m Buffy.”
He smirked at her, “Names Spike luv.”
Buffy almost melted right there and then at the “luv”. Their eyes met for a second and something clicked. God, the boy’s eyes were so blue.
She was going to reply when Dru and Darla reappeared. Dru turned to Spike and smiled at him ever so sweetly, “Why don’t you be a dear and get lost? Save yourself the heartbreak. Girls like our darling Buffy don’t go for punk trash like you.”
He scowled before looking at Buffy once more. She suppressed a sad smile and he stomped off muttering something about ‘bloody stuck up whores.’
“Go on puppy,” Dru then said to Riley, “The girls need to have a quick chit-chat.”
“Wolf-wolf,” Darla supplied before Riley gave a nod and was off to met back up with his friends.
Dru’s hands came down onto the table, startling Buffy, “My darling Buffy, let me explain some things to you. Riley, he’s your teen dream. He’s popular and rich and a football player,” she turned and looked at the table where Spike was now sitting, Buffy’s eyes following before saying, “Spike Giles? He’ll ruin you sweetie. He’s nothing. He’s shit. Got it?”
There was a long pause before Buffy nodded, looking down at the table.
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Darla thought back to the day that had caused Buffy to be part of their little group.
Cordy slept peacefully in her bed dreaming.This was no way to wake up on your 17th birthday. The people in black raced into Cordy's bedroom tying up her legs and hands while putting a jawbreaker in her mouth to silence her and then putting duct tape over her mouth. They then carried her out to their car and stuffed her in the trunk.
They drove away laughing removing their masks and revealing themselves as Dru and Darla.
"That was so much fun!" Darla screeched. "She is going to die!" She said laughing at their little prank.
"I wish I had a friend that would do that for me!" Dru said sarcastically.
"Are you kidding? You would have me killed!"
"Brutally maimed by dear." She said laughing.
"So whats the plan?" Asked Darla
"Well, we'll take her and stuff her pretty face with pancakes them string her up on the flagpole in her bra and undies and watch the fun being."
"This is so much better than alst year! She is gonna die!" She again said laughing.
They pulled into a parking lot and got out of the car with a Polaroid camera. Dru banged on the truck.
"Rise and shine." She said getting the camera ready and handing the keys to Darla.
"One is for witch, two is for bitch! Pop it, Darla!" She said, the moment the truck open the camera flashed. Dru and Darla's eyes widened as they saw a dead Cordy. Dru dropped the camera on the cement causing it to fall to pieces.
"Oh my god. What's wrong with her? Cordy? Cordy? This is a joke, say it’s a joke." Darla panicked. "Whats in her throat?" She asked seeing a very large lump showing in her throat.
"I just didn't want her to scream, I thought a jawbreaker would be funny."
"YOU GAGGED HER WITH A JAWBREAKER!" Darla screeched.
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They drove in silence while Darla tried to gain control over her gagging reflex.
Dru started. "Cordy's dead. Cordy is dead. People are not going to be please."
"But they'll understand." Darla tried to convince her.
"Cordy's dead. Do you have any idea what that means?"
A panicked Darla answered, "You're a shoe in for Prom Queen?"
"That is so not funny." Dru said as she suddenly stopped. Causing the body move in the trunk to make a thump.
"Oh my god, did you hear that? I think I'm going to be sick." Darla gagged. "What are we going to do?"
"That's it sick. Cordelia is sick."
"She’s not sick; she’s dead with a jawbreaker stuck in her throat. We should just go to the police."
"I am not getting fucked for being sweet enough to play a clever little prank on my girlfriend for her birthday." Dru took out her phone and dialing a number.
"Hello? Yes, Mr. Giles please... Hello, Mr. Giles this is Margaret Chase, Cordelia's mother. Yes Cordelia won't be coming in today she’s not feeling well. Can you send one of her girlfriend’s home with her assignments? Thank you." Dru said turning off her phone. They then drove to school. Dru parked in her normal spot then turned to Darla.
"Ok, reality check. Cordy's in this car and she is dead. That is a sad, fucked up thing but you are going to go into that school and strut your shit down that hall like everything is peachy keen. Peachy Fucking Keen!"
They walked into school and into the bathroom.
"All right bitches out!" Dru yelled causing everyone to leave including Lizzie Summers. The moment everyone was out Dru turned to Darla.
"This is like any day, and what would we do on any day?"
"Pre-lunch touch ups?"
"That's right Darla. Now take a good look in the mirror my girl, it's beauty time."
The moment they were done with their make up they walked out to the hall and were stopped by the principle Mr. Giles.
"Hello girls, Cordelia Chase isn't in school today, I wanted to know if one of you could pick up her assignments from my office later."
"Yes Mr. Giles." Dru said as he left.
Darla then remembered that day after school her and Dru sat out on the benches.
"What are we going to do?" Asked Darla
"We can just put her back."
"We can't just put her back in bed."
"Oh that's right; she has a jawbreaker stuck in her throat."
"We can get it out, I have eyelash curlers." Darla said pulling the eyelash curlers out of her purse.
"Never mind that. Maybe she was staying up late sucking on a jawbreaker." Dru said trying to think of something.
"Maybe she was practicing." Darla said holding a fake dick in her hand and shoving it in her out of her mouth. "If you know what I mean. And swallowed."
“Wait, they'll check to see if she was raped right? Maybe Cordy had a friend over; you know mommy and daddy's last night away. Maybe he's from school, maybe not but diffidently into kink. He got a little to rough went to far. Well there s thin line between pleasure and pain. She screamed for help but no one could hear here. Her screams were muffled by the huge candy ball and there was nothing after but sweet, sugary, death."
"That just totally gave me the chills." Darla said.
"Oh shit."
"What?"
"I forgot to get Cordy's homework."
"What if Mr. Giles took it?"
"We kill him." Darla's mouth fell open.
"Kidding. Did you see your face."
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Darla and Dru dragged Cordy’s dead body up the stairs and to her bedroom and threw her on the bed.
"That is no 105 pounds." Darla whined. Her and Dru started to move Cordy into the right position, spreading her legs open.
"Pantiees on or off?" Darla asked.
"Rip them." Darla did just that.
"Now." Dru started. "If I were being choked i would claw the sheets to smittherins."
"Should we shread them?"
"No time." Dru said sadley.
Dru finished as Darla walked over to Cordy's desk that had pictures and cards. Then Cordy's voice filled the air.
"What are you doing to me?" Darla screamed.
"Sorry, Its that card from last years prank. You know you press the button, record a greeting and then open..."
"What are you doing to me?" Darla opened it again.
"Stop that!" Dru scolded.
"It's like she’s in here with us... alive." Darla whined.
Darla looked at Cordy. "This isn't going to work."
"They’ll walk in and see she was raped." Dru said.
"You can't just say she was raped because she’s laying on the bed with her legs open." Dru grabbed the card away from Darla.
"I killed Cordy, I killed the teen dream, deal with it!" She said putting the card back on the desk.
"Don't touch anything else." Dru told Darla before swinging open the door.
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Lizzie walked into Mr. Giles office.
"Hello?"
"Hello Lizzie."
"Hi, I just wanted to know of you would be chaperoning the botany’s club field trip?" She asked walking further it other the room.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world. Lizzie, do you know Cordelia chase?"
"Of course I do she’s the most popular girl in school."
"I'm sure she is. Well she’s out sick today and I wanted to know if you could take her assignment..."
"I will." Buffy said taking the assignments out of Giles hands and walking out the door before he could say another word.
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