Dreaming the Past, Living the Future
Disclaimer: Think whatever you want, but I own NO ONE! They all belong to Joss & Co.
Setting: Post "Tabula Rasa" with spoilers for "Smashed" and "Wrecked" (in upcoming chapters). except I took the liberty to add my own little twist to the whole drama which is Buffy and Spike. This is only my second BtVS fanfic, so be nice with reviews please! Enjoy!
1 Chapter One: Comfort
It was late on a Friday night. Buffy was done patrolling for the night. There was nothing more comforting than sitting on the couch, cuddled up in a blanket, and watching some old movies on the TV. A cup of hot chocolate was set on the little coffee table in front of her.
Everyone in the house was asleep for the rest of the night, so there would be no distractions or interruptions. Willow was sound asleep in her mother's old bedroom, and her little sister Dawn was tucked into bed. No worries, just a relaxing, stress-relieving night on her own.
Though the movie was playing its way through on the television, Buffy's attention was elsewhere. Even though her eyes focused on the screen, zillions of thoughts spun through her head. First of all, Giles was gone. It was only three days since he left for England, but Buffy already missed him terribly. Then there was Willow. She had never seen her best friend this depressed since Oz left. Willow loved Tara incredibly, but Tara left as well. The guilt Willow felt was deeper than anything she had ever known. Xander and Anya were in their world of pre-marital bliss. It was still mind-blowing that those two were actually going to get married. It felt like Dawn was one of the only people in her (second) life that kept her sane these days. Of course she would, she was her sister after all. And then there was Spike.
There were too many thoughts about that bleached blond vamp swirling around her head. She didn't know what to think of what was going one between them. It almost felt like a replay of her whole Angel saga. *Almost*. Angel had a soul, whereas Spike definitely *did not*. That made all of the difference. She was the Slayer, and if there was anything more against the rules, it was being attracted to a vampire- minus the soul. But was it really attraction? Ever since she came back to this world, he was the only one who seemed to understand her. He kind of knew what it was like. Kind of.
Maybe it was because she could confide in him so much that made the comfort- level go up and the spontaneous make-out sessions surface. It happened twice. She had kissed him twice. *willingly*. Why, she did not know. It baffled her how she could be confiding in and kissing someone who was trying to kill her four years ago.
Four years ago, Spike was intent on eliminating Buffy, just to add to his list of Slayer-slaughters. It was amazing what four years and a chip in the head can do to a vamp. Spike's interest in the Slayer went from complete hatred to (almost) complete adoration. He loved her, plain and simply. Not obsession, but passion. He cared for her. He cared for Dawn. And in some weird, incomprehensible way, he somewhat cared for her friends as well. Well, maybe at the exception of Xander. Maybe.
Sometimes Buffy wondered about the old Spike. The old Spike. William. She wondered how he was when he was human, before the demon took over. Was he as cocky and egotistic as he was now? It was truly a mystery to her. What she did know, though, was that he was in love when he was human. That girl, what was her name? Cecily. Yeah, that was it. She broke him when she told him that he was beneath her. That happened the same night he met Drusilla. The same night he became Spike.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Spike stood outside Buffy's house, contemplating whether or not to knock. He saw the light and the flickering of the TV in the living room. He knew Buffy was in there. He wanted to see her, just to talk, primarily about what was going on between them. He knew he loved her, but he just didn't know what she thought.
If only she knew how deeply he loved her. If only she could look past his "Big Bad" persona and see him as a man, and not a vamp. If only she could see the vulnerable, caring, loving person that was William.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Buffy stretched out and lay her head on the arm of the couch. She continued to watch the movie and lose herself in her thoughts. Soon, however, her eyes slowly closed and she was swept away into dreamland.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
To be continued.
Reviews are always appreciated! But please be kind! This is only my second BtVS fic. I have tons of ideas bursting out of my head to add to the next couple chapters, so stay tuned! =)
Disclaimer: Think whatever you want, but I own NO ONE! They all belong to Joss & Co.
Setting: Post "Tabula Rasa" with spoilers for "Smashed" and "Wrecked" (in upcoming chapters). except I took the liberty to add my own little twist to the whole drama which is Buffy and Spike. This is only my second BtVS fanfic, so be nice with reviews please! Enjoy!
1 Chapter One: Comfort
It was late on a Friday night. Buffy was done patrolling for the night. There was nothing more comforting than sitting on the couch, cuddled up in a blanket, and watching some old movies on the TV. A cup of hot chocolate was set on the little coffee table in front of her.
Everyone in the house was asleep for the rest of the night, so there would be no distractions or interruptions. Willow was sound asleep in her mother's old bedroom, and her little sister Dawn was tucked into bed. No worries, just a relaxing, stress-relieving night on her own.
Though the movie was playing its way through on the television, Buffy's attention was elsewhere. Even though her eyes focused on the screen, zillions of thoughts spun through her head. First of all, Giles was gone. It was only three days since he left for England, but Buffy already missed him terribly. Then there was Willow. She had never seen her best friend this depressed since Oz left. Willow loved Tara incredibly, but Tara left as well. The guilt Willow felt was deeper than anything she had ever known. Xander and Anya were in their world of pre-marital bliss. It was still mind-blowing that those two were actually going to get married. It felt like Dawn was one of the only people in her (second) life that kept her sane these days. Of course she would, she was her sister after all. And then there was Spike.
There were too many thoughts about that bleached blond vamp swirling around her head. She didn't know what to think of what was going one between them. It almost felt like a replay of her whole Angel saga. *Almost*. Angel had a soul, whereas Spike definitely *did not*. That made all of the difference. She was the Slayer, and if there was anything more against the rules, it was being attracted to a vampire- minus the soul. But was it really attraction? Ever since she came back to this world, he was the only one who seemed to understand her. He kind of knew what it was like. Kind of.
Maybe it was because she could confide in him so much that made the comfort- level go up and the spontaneous make-out sessions surface. It happened twice. She had kissed him twice. *willingly*. Why, she did not know. It baffled her how she could be confiding in and kissing someone who was trying to kill her four years ago.
Four years ago, Spike was intent on eliminating Buffy, just to add to his list of Slayer-slaughters. It was amazing what four years and a chip in the head can do to a vamp. Spike's interest in the Slayer went from complete hatred to (almost) complete adoration. He loved her, plain and simply. Not obsession, but passion. He cared for her. He cared for Dawn. And in some weird, incomprehensible way, he somewhat cared for her friends as well. Well, maybe at the exception of Xander. Maybe.
Sometimes Buffy wondered about the old Spike. The old Spike. William. She wondered how he was when he was human, before the demon took over. Was he as cocky and egotistic as he was now? It was truly a mystery to her. What she did know, though, was that he was in love when he was human. That girl, what was her name? Cecily. Yeah, that was it. She broke him when she told him that he was beneath her. That happened the same night he met Drusilla. The same night he became Spike.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Spike stood outside Buffy's house, contemplating whether or not to knock. He saw the light and the flickering of the TV in the living room. He knew Buffy was in there. He wanted to see her, just to talk, primarily about what was going on between them. He knew he loved her, but he just didn't know what she thought.
If only she knew how deeply he loved her. If only she could look past his "Big Bad" persona and see him as a man, and not a vamp. If only she could see the vulnerable, caring, loving person that was William.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Buffy stretched out and lay her head on the arm of the couch. She continued to watch the movie and lose herself in her thoughts. Soon, however, her eyes slowly closed and she was swept away into dreamland.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
To be continued.
Reviews are always appreciated! But please be kind! This is only my second BtVS fic. I have tons of ideas bursting out of my head to add to the next couple chapters, so stay tuned! =)