**Authors Note**
This is my first attempt at writing a fic so please be kind. This story
will eventually become Spuffy (I love Spuffy) but please be patient.
Reviews, reviews, reviews! I know there may be many things wrong with this
story, but I don't know what unless you tell me. Constructive criticism
please!!
This takes place after Buffy comes back from the dead. I know exactly where I am going with this story, but I have no idea how to get there. So please bear with me, and enjoy.
Buffy couldn't see the girl, but she knew she was there. She heard her whimpering, but did not know which direction it was coming from. "Where are you?" She called. There was no reply. Only more whimpering. "If you don't answer me, I won't be able to find you. I won't be able to help you." Finally she heard a whisper. "I don't want to be."
"You don't want to be what?" Buffy asked. "Where are you?"
"With father. I'm with father. He can't protect me anymore Buffy. They're going to take him away soon. They'll take everyone away." The girl sobbed.
"Who are they? And where are you? Let me help you." The girl's voice sounded strangely familiar. She tried to listen to what direction it was coming from, but it seemed to be all around her.
"They hide in Winters and they wear masks. They drink dirty water from silver flasks. They mark their kind with Satan's knife. They take the pure and give them life-"
"They will not eat green eggs and ham. They will not eat them Sam I Am." Buffy said in a sing song voice. "Care to explain what that means Dr. Seuss? "
"You mock them. They will destroy us all. They will destroy the Summers. They have already begun."
"Well I guess I'll have to kick their asses won't I? " Buffy replied. "Can't have anyone taking away summer. Barbeque is no good in the winter, you know?"
"You're in danger. We're all in danger. Buffy please don't let them take me!"
Buffy frowned. The voice was so familiar, yet she knew she'd never heard it before. "Who are you?" Suddenly the blackness grew cold. Someone else was there. "Who's there?" Her response was a blood curdling scream.
Buffy awoke with a start. She looked at the clock on her nightstand. It was midnight. She picked up the phone and dialed. It was answered on the third ring. He was still awake.
"Giles, I think someone's gonna try to kill me. Again."
***The Next Morning***
"He's not coming Dawnie," Buffy Summers said as she walked in the living room. Dawn was staring out of the window, waiting to see her father's car pull up. Hank Summers had promised another visit. And as usual he hadn't shown up.
"Maybe. maybe there was traffic. There could be traffic?" But Dawn knew there was no traffic. It was Sunday afternoon. Her father simply wasn't coming. again. "Why does he do this Buffy? Why does he even promise? If he never called. if he just ignored us, it wouldn't be so bad."
"I know Dawn. But it's his loss." Buffy ran her fingers through her younger sisters brown tresses. Dawn sniffled.
"Is it really?" She said, looking at Buffy. "Definitely." Buffy watched her younger sister turn back to the window.
"It doesn't make it hurt any less," Dawn whispered.
"It'll get better. I promise." Buffy was angry. She was sick of her 'father' breaking her little sister's heart and leaving her to pick up the pieces.
"What if it doesn't?" Dawn asked.
"Then you'll always have me."
**Later at the Magic Box**
"Asshole. never shows up. leaves her crying. doesn't pay child support. wish he was a vampire. stake his ass.", Buffy took out her frustrations on the punching bag. She aimed a kick at what would be her father's head. Had he been the bag.
"Err, Buffy? Is everything alright?" Giles' British accent broke into her thoughts.
"I. Do not. Want to talk. About it. Giles." She said between her kicks, and punches. She wished the bag had an ear. She would definitely bite it.
"Very well. But the stuffing is beginning to come out of the other side of the bag. Perhaps you'd like to give it a break?" Buffy stopped in mid-kick and looked at the floor. Sure enough the cotton filling was leaking.
"I'm sorry. He's just such a jerk! Why can't he just leave us the hell alone?! Why does Dawn even still give him the time of day? He's. he's just freakin'-"
"Her father," Giles cut in, "As much as you wish she'd let him go, she can not. She's still a child Buffy. A child who's lost her mother, and wants more than anything to have a parent. Even if it is Hank Summers."
"She gets so sad. And no matter how I try, there is nothing that I can do." Buffy sighed.
"Yes there is. Be patient. She'll work this out her own way Buffy." He took off his glasses and began to clean them.
"I guess." She replied looking at Giles. "What's wrong?"
"What makes you think there is something wrong?" He replaced his glasses.
"Well Mr. I Clean My Glasses When There Is Something I'm Afraid To Say, let's just say I guessed. So what's up? Apocalypse? Hellbitch? New Master?" This is just what I need, she thought. Impending doom. Well maybe if there's research, Dawn could help. It would take her mind off. things.
"Actually, I'm not sure." He watched Buffy raise an eyebrow. "The dream you had the other night. I believe it to be a prophecy. It may involve Dawn."
"Dawn? What is it? What does it say? She's not still the key is she? She can't be. can she? Oh God. It is the hellbitch isn't it? She's back?" She panicked. "I have to get Dawn. I have to get her out of here." She started towards the door.
"Stop! Buffy you really must calm down." Buffy turned.
"Calm down? Calm down?! You tell me that Glory is back and she's after Dawn and you expect me to calm down?!" She practically screamed.
"Buffy, I said no such thing." Giles stated calmly. "I do not know what the prophecy means, but I assure you that Glory is not coming back. Ever. Now if you are calm, the others are already researching." With that he left the room.
"Overreact much Slayer?" She chastised herself as she followed Giles out of the room.
This takes place after Buffy comes back from the dead. I know exactly where I am going with this story, but I have no idea how to get there. So please bear with me, and enjoy.
Buffy couldn't see the girl, but she knew she was there. She heard her whimpering, but did not know which direction it was coming from. "Where are you?" She called. There was no reply. Only more whimpering. "If you don't answer me, I won't be able to find you. I won't be able to help you." Finally she heard a whisper. "I don't want to be."
"You don't want to be what?" Buffy asked. "Where are you?"
"With father. I'm with father. He can't protect me anymore Buffy. They're going to take him away soon. They'll take everyone away." The girl sobbed.
"Who are they? And where are you? Let me help you." The girl's voice sounded strangely familiar. She tried to listen to what direction it was coming from, but it seemed to be all around her.
"They hide in Winters and they wear masks. They drink dirty water from silver flasks. They mark their kind with Satan's knife. They take the pure and give them life-"
"They will not eat green eggs and ham. They will not eat them Sam I Am." Buffy said in a sing song voice. "Care to explain what that means Dr. Seuss? "
"You mock them. They will destroy us all. They will destroy the Summers. They have already begun."
"Well I guess I'll have to kick their asses won't I? " Buffy replied. "Can't have anyone taking away summer. Barbeque is no good in the winter, you know?"
"You're in danger. We're all in danger. Buffy please don't let them take me!"
Buffy frowned. The voice was so familiar, yet she knew she'd never heard it before. "Who are you?" Suddenly the blackness grew cold. Someone else was there. "Who's there?" Her response was a blood curdling scream.
Buffy awoke with a start. She looked at the clock on her nightstand. It was midnight. She picked up the phone and dialed. It was answered on the third ring. He was still awake.
"Giles, I think someone's gonna try to kill me. Again."
***The Next Morning***
"He's not coming Dawnie," Buffy Summers said as she walked in the living room. Dawn was staring out of the window, waiting to see her father's car pull up. Hank Summers had promised another visit. And as usual he hadn't shown up.
"Maybe. maybe there was traffic. There could be traffic?" But Dawn knew there was no traffic. It was Sunday afternoon. Her father simply wasn't coming. again. "Why does he do this Buffy? Why does he even promise? If he never called. if he just ignored us, it wouldn't be so bad."
"I know Dawn. But it's his loss." Buffy ran her fingers through her younger sisters brown tresses. Dawn sniffled.
"Is it really?" She said, looking at Buffy. "Definitely." Buffy watched her younger sister turn back to the window.
"It doesn't make it hurt any less," Dawn whispered.
"It'll get better. I promise." Buffy was angry. She was sick of her 'father' breaking her little sister's heart and leaving her to pick up the pieces.
"What if it doesn't?" Dawn asked.
"Then you'll always have me."
**Later at the Magic Box**
"Asshole. never shows up. leaves her crying. doesn't pay child support. wish he was a vampire. stake his ass.", Buffy took out her frustrations on the punching bag. She aimed a kick at what would be her father's head. Had he been the bag.
"Err, Buffy? Is everything alright?" Giles' British accent broke into her thoughts.
"I. Do not. Want to talk. About it. Giles." She said between her kicks, and punches. She wished the bag had an ear. She would definitely bite it.
"Very well. But the stuffing is beginning to come out of the other side of the bag. Perhaps you'd like to give it a break?" Buffy stopped in mid-kick and looked at the floor. Sure enough the cotton filling was leaking.
"I'm sorry. He's just such a jerk! Why can't he just leave us the hell alone?! Why does Dawn even still give him the time of day? He's. he's just freakin'-"
"Her father," Giles cut in, "As much as you wish she'd let him go, she can not. She's still a child Buffy. A child who's lost her mother, and wants more than anything to have a parent. Even if it is Hank Summers."
"She gets so sad. And no matter how I try, there is nothing that I can do." Buffy sighed.
"Yes there is. Be patient. She'll work this out her own way Buffy." He took off his glasses and began to clean them.
"I guess." She replied looking at Giles. "What's wrong?"
"What makes you think there is something wrong?" He replaced his glasses.
"Well Mr. I Clean My Glasses When There Is Something I'm Afraid To Say, let's just say I guessed. So what's up? Apocalypse? Hellbitch? New Master?" This is just what I need, she thought. Impending doom. Well maybe if there's research, Dawn could help. It would take her mind off. things.
"Actually, I'm not sure." He watched Buffy raise an eyebrow. "The dream you had the other night. I believe it to be a prophecy. It may involve Dawn."
"Dawn? What is it? What does it say? She's not still the key is she? She can't be. can she? Oh God. It is the hellbitch isn't it? She's back?" She panicked. "I have to get Dawn. I have to get her out of here." She started towards the door.
"Stop! Buffy you really must calm down." Buffy turned.
"Calm down? Calm down?! You tell me that Glory is back and she's after Dawn and you expect me to calm down?!" She practically screamed.
"Buffy, I said no such thing." Giles stated calmly. "I do not know what the prophecy means, but I assure you that Glory is not coming back. Ever. Now if you are calm, the others are already researching." With that he left the room.
"Overreact much Slayer?" She chastised herself as she followed Giles out of the room.