Island of Death

[alysagoddess85]

oooo buffy got burned!! haha...sorry thats actually not that funny...a little bitty part of me somehow finds that funny though...maybe its because i found it so shallow that she was just going to go and worry about her tan while all this crap was going on...yea that must be it.



ok...well then...again a very intruiging chapter....and by intruiging i actually mean smuttacular!! lol...i actually think it was slightly more then smut though because there was that whole comfort thing involved...so yea...whatever it was...it was hot!! do it again!! haha.



awesome update as usual!! keep it up! i wanna see who dies next and whats up with the chess man!! he gives me the major wiggins...blech!!



~mel

'The Cat in the Hat' is fine, just not during sex.--Alyson Hannigan

[WolfNightwind]

This story is awesome. Hmm i think this is the run down. spill (8) and cramp (7) could go either way between Anya and Dawn cuz to miscarry would also be like a big cramp. so i'm torn there.

6 stung - Faith cuz being stung is like getting knifed by a really really little knife.

5 swept - i think everyone agrees on Cordelia here since she let that girl drown.

4 brew - Oz

3 Evidence - Riley cuz he didn't look for evidence to see if it WAS a gun

Now the thing is if this story follows even loosingly the origianal the last two people DO get off the island, that and fir this to have a happy ending Willow and Tara need to be the last to people to be alive, then willow figures out everything and BAM! they make it. but to follow though i think

2 switching sides was supose to be Willow so then Tara would end up dead and

1 rope - would be Willow cuz her guy killed himself so it would be fitting.

Also i think Willow is supose to be the Queen amoung the pawns don't ask me why i think that, it's just a hunch.

Wrong or right i can't wait to see how this plays out!

~Bug

[Artemis]

I'm so intrigued And like seemingly everyone else I've been making little flow charts and link diagrams to try to decode the riddle and figure out who's earmarked for which death. I'm kind of leaning towards the view that Willow is the Queen, and her and Tara getting together was unexpected (at least somewhat) for OMH, hence the switching pawns - s/he's altering the plan to take account of what's going on.



One interesting thought I did have was that there were, to start with, twelve people on the island - the ten Scoobies, Giles and OMH. So technically, the riddle could still play out, if not the way OMH intends.



I'm also thinking that some of the 'guests' might be inclined to revise their policy on keeping away from each other - so far it's been the ones who've wandered off alone who've been killed.



And just out of curiosity, if what they said about Buffy not being out long enough to be turned into Kentucky Fried Slayer is true, how did OMH achieve that? A big lens or something?



Looking forward to getting more clues, and hopefully seeing our favourite girls get off the island alive, and go get those mochas. That's two things they've got to live for - mochas and Willow/Tara goodness

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

[taralicious]

Okay, I've heard of bitch-slaps and dope slaps, but Faith striding up and giving Anya a knife-edged chop needs a new word to describe it; how about jazzin' psycho slap or some such to describe the hyped-up issues Faith seems to be dealing with.

Of all the characters, Faith seems to be the most like her Sunnydale counterpart.

At long last we cum to the Willow/Tara comfort sex and it was worth it.

The trick is in getting the details right, as you so noted in my hint of what the carnal encounter may entail.

You delivered a tableau worthy of the finest in smutaholic lore as indeed there were rivers of pearly white nectar running freely down the exposed flesh of Willow/Tara thighs as they nipped and tongued each other like only Kittens can.

I and , and in repeatedly which flowed between them.

The ending paragraph has a very b/w film noirish twist to it and should be accompanied by chilling music underscoring the macabre nature of the all-knowing villain.

The chess board is an appropriate metaphor for this mastermind who is playing them all as pawns in his game.

Buffy bites the dust-who knew?

I don't remember if I've mentioned this before but since Giles is nowhere to be found, unless he's the puppetmaster, perhaps he's a collapsible robot like Yetta, the deaf and dumb cook in "Murder By Death" whom the assembled found packed neatly away in a suitcase?

[watersong84]

Wow, that was... wow! And might I add, it was crazy - in a good way - of you to kill off Xander and Buffy first. It's a new take on the, I guess, fate of these characters. Because in the series that would obviously never happen - well, Buffy did die a few times, but she always came back. Buffy, Xander, and Willow are always the core of the group, even when all the other characters are incorperated also - together they kind of hold it all in place. It will be interesting to see the dynamic after they are gone - we have already seen some of it. Oh! And what of the chess peices? Who are the two that switched places? Maybe Oz and Tara? Or Willow and Faith because Faith had her cigarettes? This is too trippy... Please update soon!

[tarawhipped]

Title: Island of Death

Author: Tarawhipped (Cameron)

Email: tarawhipped@hotmail.com

Rating: NC-17 (violence, language, sex)

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy; plot borrowed from Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None

Feedback: I LIVE for it!

Distribution: Sure, just tell me where so I can visit!

Summary: Ten strangers are invited by a mysterious host to a remote island off the Pacific coast of South America.

Notes: AU (no Scoobiage at all); thoughts in italics

Warning: Character death




*tiptoes hesitantly into thread* Um, hi. Wow, where did two months go? I really want to get this next part up, so I’m skipping the feedback responses just this once in the interest of speedy posting, but I thank you all for your support. And those of you who made predictions didn’t really expect me to tell you if you were right or not, did you??? Heehee. Since it has been a while, I will briefly recap:


10 strangers; “you are cordially invited”; welcomed by Giles; mysterious unseen host; Tara/Willow flirtage; “murderers? who, us?”; hey, where’d Giles go?; Xander’s dead; Buffy’s dead; Anya’s flipping; Faith’s slapping; Riley’s blustering; Willow/Tara comfort sex; creepy host plays creepy chess with creepy self. Okay then, back to the Island…of DEATH! (thanks a lot, Heather, now you’ve got me saying it




Chapter 8



Falling…




Tara woke with a start, her heart beating rapidly as her eyes and mind struggled to make sense of her surroundings. She hadn’t intended to fall asleep; had only closed her eyes for a moment, but that was enough for physical and mental exhaustion to overcome her. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she surmised it was still the middle of the night. Not a sound could be heard save the quiet, agitated mumbling coming from behind her, where Willow lay spooned against her back. Tara smiled lazily and shifted to turn over, but the arm draped over her middle tightened and held her in place.


“Mmno…Tare…don’ go…there’s frogs.”


The blonde bit back a giggle at the sleep-slurred words. Relaxing into the redhead’s embrace, she sighed and let her eyes flutter closed, resigning herself to sleep. Her repose lasted a scant few minutes before the hand wrapped around her waist began moving over her bare skin, soft fingertips gliding across her stomach and chest, caressing down her right arm and thigh. Visions of their earlier lovemaking assaulted her, rendering all of her senses fully conscious of one thing.


“Willow?” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Willow, are you awake?”


“Hmm,” came the redhead’s muffled reply, her warm breath on the back of Tara’s neck sending a pleasant shiver down the blonde’s spine.


As the wandering hand made its torturously slow way back up to Tara’s breasts, the blonde exhaled loudly and reached behind her to grip Willow’s thigh. The redhead flexed her hips and Tara let out a ragged gasp.


“W-willow,” she repeated, her voice rising both in volume and pitch. “Willow, wake up.”


The redhead grumbled in response, her right hand kneading Tara’s breast, her hips slowly grinding against the blonde’s ass. Tara felt on the verge of screaming in frustration or flipping Willow over, pinning her to the bed, and kissing her awake when she felt the other woman suddenly go still.


“Tara?”


The blonde sighed with relief at the sound of the confused, but clearly awake voice. When she felt the redhead begin to pull away, she quickly brought her left hand up to hold Willow’s arm in place across her chest, and squeezed the freckled thigh with the other for good measure.


“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, her voice low and sultry. She smirked into the darkness at Willow’s audible gasp.


“I, um…going? Er, not going anywhere…’cause where else would I want to be than right here with you, all awake and naked and—hey, weren’t you wearing jammies before? Not that I’m complaining of course…I’m all with the not complaining here…cause waking up to naked Tara…wow…and—oh my god, was I molesting you in my sleep? Oh, god, Tara…I am so sorry."


Tara didn’t have to turn around to envision the look of horror on the redhead’s face. She chuckled softly as she brought Willow’s hand to her lips and nibbled on the fingertips, quieting the redhead instantly.


“It’s okay, sweetie, you were dreaming. I think you were protecting me from…frogs?” Tara felt a shiver pass through the redhead’s body, whether from the mention of amphibious creatures or the fact that Tara had moved Willow’s hand back to her breasts, she wasn’t sure. “That was very gallant of you. Who knows what those mean old frogs might have done. I’m sure I must have been very…appreciative…of your bravery.”


Willow’s lips curled into a grin at the base of Tara’s neck, just above her shoulder. The redhead’s hand again began to move, but with greater pressure and purpose, lingering only a moment on the blonde’s erect nipples before proceeding down to Tara’s already damp curls and hardening clit.


“Appreciative? As in…I get a reward?”


Tara groaned and dug her fingers into Willow’s thigh. The redhead had managed to snake her left arm under Tara’s waist and held on tightly as the blonde writhed.


“Let me turn over and I’ll give it to you,” she panted, her throat constricting as Willow’s forefinger teased her opening.


“Hmmm,” Willow mused. “As nice as that sounds, I think I’d like something else for my reward.”


Willow dragged her lips up Tara’s neck to her ear, where she licked the lobe before whispering, “I think I’d rather fuck you senseless, so that when I make you come hard all over my hand, my name will be the only word you can remember to scream.”


With that, the redhead plunged three fingers into Tara, who thrust desperately against Willow’s hand. It didn’t take long for Willow to get her reward exactly as she’d asked.




I’m falling…




The figure pushed away from the desk and stood in front of the television screens, opening a labeled metal drawer beneath one, collecting several items and carefully stowing them in the front cargo pants pockets. From the desk a pair of night vision goggles were retrieved and situated in place. The office door glided silently open then shut, and the figure moved down the hall, stopping about halfway along the passage, where another steel door was built into the rock walls. With the push of a well-concealed button, the door slid open, revealing a steep staircase leading up.


Even without the goggles, the figure could have traversed the darkened passageways with the ease born of familiarity. Having designed the house for just this purpose, every secret corridor and room was embedded in the fevered brain of the home’s owner. Two years of planning, building, and waiting had finally come to fruition, and the figure was methodical enough to know that it was better to wear the goggles than to risk an ill-timed trip or sound, inadvertently alerting someone to the presence of movement within the walls. The successful play of events so far had made the figure giddy with delight, but ever cognizant that any imprecise action could result in failure. The earlier surprise had made it abundantly clear that despite all of the effort put in, there were always unforeseen variables.


Moving with an almost inhuman patience, it took forty minutes to silently climb the two stories and cross to the East side of the manor. The figure paused at the threshold of a small wooden panel, lifted up the goggles, and pulled a hand-held monitor from one pocket. As the screen glowed to life, a woman appeared, still pacing restlessly. The figure’s eyes never left the monitor while reaching into the other pocket for a remote control device. Pressing of one of several dozen buttons, the figure watched as the subject jumped, then moved to shut the French doors that had suddenly swung open. The figure waited for the subject to grab a cigarette and attempt to light it with shaking fingers before again pressing the button. This time the figure activated the switch that slid open the wood panel, and stepped silently into a half-filled wardrobe. The third time the doors flew open, the figure could hear the woman cursing as she stepped out onto the small balcony to peer out into the blackness. Quickly pocketing both devices, the figure passed through the wardrobe door and with extraordinary speed crept up to where the subject stood at the precipice, and shoved.




I’m fucking falling…


...was the last thought that went through Faith Johnson’s brain before she jerked to a stop seven feet off the ground, her limbs twitching for several seconds before dangling limp around her. The figure looked down and smiled at the body impaled on the iron fence, one spear-shaped finial thrust through her midsection. The figure disappeared back into the walls, thinking that it could not have been a more precise hit if it had been a knife wielded by hand.





TBC

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What should I be but just what I am? - Edna St.Vincent Millay

Edited by: tarawhipped at: 1/2/05 9:38 am

[hermitfish]

Cameron...yay update...I've missed this...thanks for drifting back to it. I'm having a few theories but I am too muddled to think hard . What I will say is your work continues to appeal to my senses and is a delight on an otherwise bad weekend.



~Cyd

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All you need to start an asylum is an empty room and the right kind of people.

~Eugene Pallette in My Man Godfrey (1936)

[wimpy0729]

CAMERON!!!



Yay you updated!! Gotta say I liked the beginning scene much more than the last, but hey, I know you have to do it. But thanks for giving us the good stuff first, because it was just delicious. I have a feeling that waking up with Willow would always be interesting.



Okay, so now Faith bit the dust, or rather the spear. I'll just brace myself for who's next.



My theory -- WT staying in their room screwing their brains out is the only way to avoid any harm to them.



More soon please!



Wimpy

[pipsberg]

Cam,



I think we need to have more New Year's if this is the result! Great job!! Wow, the first scene with Willow and Tara waking up together was (1) Hot, (b) Tender, and (iii) Fucking HOT. And as always, anticipating who the killer might be is driving me nutty.



I have to agree with Wimpy... keep Willow & Tara screwing like bunnies in their room, and they won't get killed. Or if they do, they'll die happy. Maybe they'll just screw each other to death? Muhahaha.



Loved it Cam! Can't wait for more -- of any of your stories!! Catch you soon online, I hope... I'm still somewhat recovering from New Year's ugh.

-pipsberg



"We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep - it's as simple and ordinary as that."

Michael Cunningham, The Hours

[meretricious]

wow, from sweetness and smut to creepy voyeurism and death, quite a range there. pictured faith falling just like into the back of the truck in graduation day. clearly they are not safe in their rooms, but there seems to be safety in numbers-hook up or die! glad you got back to this~mary

you come and you glow and you hum and you hover
i cannot believe that you're my lover~rhett miller

[DreamsToDream]

Ah! Here It Is!!! I Was Wondering When I Would See This With An Update! I Definently Liked The Waking Up Part But Who The Frilly Heck Is That... Mysterious Figure Oooh!! I Bet Its Riley Or That He Has Something To Do With It, Cuz I Dont Like Him And He Thinks Hes Sooo Great. Hmm

Anyways, Im All Yay For This Update, But Im Hoping The Next One Wont Take As Long Eh? LoL No Worries I Know Masterpieces Need Time, Not Pressure.

Hope You Had A Good New Years

D2D





Oh Wouldn't It Be Wonderful If I Turned Out To Be A Homosexual?!! - Stewie Griffen Family Guy

[Rhiannon9891]

Cameron,



This is a great fic.I just read it today.I have some ideas as to who and what is going to happen,but I'll just wait and see if my spidey sense is correct.Can't wait for more.



Rhiannon

[TemperedCynic]

Fascinating re-telling of a classic mystery, and truly creepy as hell with the modern fixings. The unknown killer switching the order of the pawns shows the willingness to keep either Willow or Tara alive a little while longer. Being helpless on an inaccessible island wears on the remaining party. The camera in each room is another feeling of vulnerability, even if unknown presently. Soon despair, rage and madness will settle on the group like a cloying mist of doom. Now I'm gonna steal Heather's idea - put the words "of DOOM!!" behind everyday things and watch how funny they become. Anyway, please continue my dear - your literary chops are well-defined and I find myself waiting with anticipation for your next update.

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More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly. Woody Allen (1935 - )

[YMKA]

Cam!



Who is that? what happeend...why Gaith was killed??? I miss Faith...I Love Faith!!!!.....Eventually they won't be dead right....it'll be all...a joke! especially with Buffy....hey..it's prolly Buffy...right? the dark figure...right? right?



Thanks for update!!!!!! Awesome!!!!!



Laters





M.

[EasierSaid]

Gotta love a groping Willow. And a naughty, spicy-talking Willow no less! Lucky Tara (you know, even if she is trapped on the Island of DEATH!). Your villian is a creepy, creepy man/woman. You painted a truly frightening image, everyone hanging around, someone moving in the walls planning their deaths (cause, the video monitors weren't creepy enough... oy). Poor Faith, impaled is a bad way to go. Can't wait to see what happens next - I'm on the edge of my seat!

Great job.

[Disastered]

I love mysteries! This is absolutely awesome. Not that I like all the people getting killed.



I love Willow and Tara groping even more though. For all this death and impending death it has become a very sexy story. I am not complaining at all of course.



Is the killer a woman? I can't believe I didn't figure it out last time I read that chapter (I read and didn't comment I'm a bad bad person and sorry). I figure if it was a man it would have been a kind and not a queen on the chess set.



Okay I have to guess who will get killed next. The muscle cramp has to be Anya (much to my dismay because I love her) since her husbands died of heart problems. I couldn't think of who would be stung to death so I guess Oz since needles are sort of like stingers. Cordelia will be swept away by the ocean since Justine drowned. Dawn will drink the fatal brew because I don't think she fits the other ones. Then Tara (who can't really die because it wouldn't be a happy ending for our favorite couple! So I'm sure there is something up your sleeve right?). Then Riley because he sucks and would totally switch sides. Then Willow would hang herself (but also not really).



Anywho this is a great story if you hadn't caught that I think that so far. Add more soon. the little guy dances for more

[behindhereyes]

Cameron



I read this today.... freakin fantastic !!!! I love Agatha Christie... you are so doing " And then there were none " justice! I'm kicking my own ass for not reading this sooner. Look forward to following this to it's conclusion. The mean evil host... scary and creepy.



Cam... you write the hott, sweaty really well .



behindhereyes

Kim

[watersong84]

Yay! An update... and a good one at that! I've been waiting for this for the past two months But you definately made up for the slight... delay - with that somewhat steamy Willow/Tara scene. I hope there's more where that came from...

[WickedReds]

Oo bye bye Faithy... *looks down* eww thats gross.. hehe nice update cam..



-reds



Mein Banane tanzt für Schmutz

Smutbunny Anthem: *sung to tune from Goldfinger* Smutbunnies...they'e the bunnies, the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt. They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits.- Written By Cameron(tarawhipped) For Us Smut Bunnies

[shuyaku]

Willow and Tara in the beginning is just worthy, but Faith's death was eww-y. I'm very glad to see progress on this fic - your villian is totally creepy and the walking in walls thing explains an awful lot. Hope you had a great holiday season, too



-shuyaku

Oh God, Willow—you’re giving me the gift of Karen Carpenter. Just when I think I grasp the full extent of your love." - Tara

"Why do birds suddenly appear? It’s because, you are queer…" - Willow (Gods Served and Abandoned by AntigoneUnbound)

[Artemis]

Bye bye Faith, we love ya...



That was a really striking portrayal of Our Mysterious Host, particularly given how little it really revealed. Definitely a raving nutter, but with self-control by the bucket-load - a very dangerous combination. I doubt OMH is going to get careless, so it's up to our girls to outsmart him/her.



Willow and Tara's scene was very sexy. Still, sooner or later they're going to have to get out of bed and deal with their fellow houseguests dropping like flies.



I've got a sneaking suspicion I might know how this is going to end Then again, I had the same feeling with Secrets and Spies, and got that completely wrong when it turned out that Quentin Travers wasn't The Brit, so yeah...

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

[hidden watson]

Oh Cameron, in order not to make your loyal readers wait another 2 months, it helps to have the story finished or almost written before you post [/private joke]. But seriously, this is a great read and I'm sure you have it all planned out so I for one don't mind waiting however long you need to get the next part up. My fault for not leaving feedback earlier.



The beginning was so breathtakingly sensual. What a way to find -- love? -- stranded in the middle of nowhere, sitting ducks waiting to be killed off. There's just enough desperation inside both of them, that it probably started off as one-night comfort sex, but has developed into more. The dilemma for them is, do they escalate it, cos again of this tiny little matter of someone wanting them dead.



Though the most obvious candidate for the dark figure is Giles, I just can't picture him in cargo pants

Quote:

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stowing them in the front cargo pants pockets

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I still can't quite get the thoughts straight in my little brain yet to figure out who I think OMH (tm Chris) is. At first I harbored thoughts that the one or more/all of the victims so far aren't really dead, and will come back to surprise the group at the end (did they physically recover Xander's body?). But reading the all too real impalement of Faith, I'm not so sure. Intriguing.



The next death, IIRC, is

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One got a muscle cramp and then there were six

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Shouldn't it be Spike? But then he isn't there. Like I said, I'll wait for you to guide us through.

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quiet thoughts

[alysagoddess85]

OMG AN UPDATE!! AHHH!!! so this is what i get when i come back from a weeklong vacation huh? YAY! im going on vacation more often then!



~mel

'The Cat in the Hat' is fine, just not during sex.--Alyson Hannigan

[taralicious]

Cam,

You've moved Willow/Tara from comfort sex to the full throttle ride 'em cowgirl feral pre-apocalyptic hardcore carnality.

Growling and talking dirty with each other and saying they're going to fuck each other until they're too weak to leave the bed.

Now that's entertainment.

As for despatching Faith, that was a classic homage to Friday the 13th and other dead teenager films of the 80's.

Savagely impaled on a spike after being pushed from the balcony.

[TromDeGrey]

OK, it's gruesome, but it's fun too. Am I twisted? And, I mean, c'mon! Any story with comfort sex in it has to be at least a little fun, right? OK, so I'm twisted. I don't want to venture any guesses as to who's getting whacked how, but I can't wait to read the next update!

Trom's Brain: Rubbing the World the Wrong Way

[umgaynow]

First of all Cam...this is the thrid of your stories I have started...after reading one I actively went searching for others (how about some updatage!) And I must say...the way your mind works...swoon...if these stories continue in this manner...I may be forced to ask you to marry me



I know others have mentioned allusions to Agatha Christie etc...but upon reading that last bit about the coffins being unloaded...I couldn't help but be reminded of an Avengers episode called The Superlative Seven...where John Steed and six others are invited to a "fancy dress party" aboard and airplane and taken against their will to a remote island where they can hear their host but not see him...there are coffins for each of them as well as plenty of weapons lying around...and they start getting bumped off one by one...of course Mrs. Peel comes along and saves Steed and I believe Charlotte Rampling, looking really hot in a cowboy outfit, at the very last minute...hmmmmmmmmmmmm



More please!!!



umgaynow

[willohand]

oh man i know this from some where.its like one of my favorites. oh i cant say anymore without giving something saway.oh please oh please will the writer of this fic contact me? just want to lknow if om correct and im prety sure i am.

[umgaynow]

Willow dragged her lips up Tara’s neck to her ear, where she licked the lobe before whispering, “I think I’d rather fuck you senseless, so that when I make you come hard all over my hand, my name will be the only word you can remember to scream.”



OMG!!!!



Keep it up and I'm definitely going to have to propose...something



umgaynow

[mollyig]

Hi there,



It's been ages since I've had time to catch up on some fic, and I'm glad to see you're still chronicling the goings on on the Island of Death. More constructive feedback at a later time I hope, but just wanted to say thanks!

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You stay the course, you hold the line, you keep it all together.

You're the one true thing I know I can believe in - Sarah McLachlan

[stillrunning]

Wow, I just found and read this fic so far and yea...wow.



That is all...there is just nothing else to say.

"Heaven's not a place that you go when you die...it's that moment in life when you actually feel alive"