Title: Beneath Us Lie The Sleepers
Author: InsaneVampiress
Spoilers: Up to "Never Leave Me"
Pairings: Buffy/Spike
Feedback: Yes, please review.
Distribution: If you actually like it, just e-mail me to tell me where it's going.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, etc. own the show and characters.
Summary: It's not like "Bring On The Night."
Author's Note: I was grounded from the computer, that's why this wasn't up before "Bring On The Night." Then, it takes a while to type this up, that's the other reason.
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Chapter One
~Feeling His Pain~
They had been researching the First on the internet and in all of the books they had for hours and had found nothing. All they had was what they remembered from a few years ago. Which was:
'The harbingers of death are the high priests of the First. Nothing shall grow above or beneath them.
The First is the creator of evil. It is the original.'
Suddenly, Buffy's breathing became ragged and she was panting. Tears were welling up in her eyes and she looked at her friends before speaking, "He's in so much pain. It... it won't stop." She paused for a second and they stared at her, shocked and terrified. "I feel it... I feel him, oh god... it's unbearable."
Everyone watched as she clutched at her chest and cried. She seemed to be in pain, a great deal of it from the way she was acting.
"Spike? How do you know that, Buffy? Are you okay?" Willow asked with genuine concern for one of her best friends.
The Slayer's nails were biting into her skin as she clutched her chest with some of her strength. The skin broke and blood seeped through her shirt. The fabric was tearing under the force of her nails digging in, like she was trying to reach in and rip her still-beating heart from her tired body. Buffy was murmuring under her breath, "God, this is all my fault. It's my fault, not his."
When her head looked up, her eyes were blank, emotionless, and dead.
Dawn looked at her sister worriedly, "Buffy?"
Willow walked over and pried her friend's hand away from her chest to stop her from accidentally, or purposely, hurting herself further. When she spoke, her voice was that of someone trying to remain calm. "Dawn, get her other arm so we can move her. It'll be easier with both of us here."
Xander and Anya left the room to retrieve bandages and Dawn helped Willow move her sister to the couch and laid her down.
To Be Continued...
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Author's Note 2: Sorry the chapter is so short, I really do try to write longer ones. I have chapter two written down already, I just need to type it. If I get good reviews, or any at all, I'll probably get it up at least by tomorrow. So, remember to review if you read this. Also read and review my other stories, which I will try my best to update soon.
Author: InsaneVampiress
Spoilers: Up to "Never Leave Me"
Pairings: Buffy/Spike
Feedback: Yes, please review.
Distribution: If you actually like it, just e-mail me to tell me where it's going.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, etc. own the show and characters.
Summary: It's not like "Bring On The Night."
Author's Note: I was grounded from the computer, that's why this wasn't up before "Bring On The Night." Then, it takes a while to type this up, that's the other reason.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter One
~Feeling His Pain~
They had been researching the First on the internet and in all of the books they had for hours and had found nothing. All they had was what they remembered from a few years ago. Which was:
'The harbingers of death are the high priests of the First. Nothing shall grow above or beneath them.
The First is the creator of evil. It is the original.'
Suddenly, Buffy's breathing became ragged and she was panting. Tears were welling up in her eyes and she looked at her friends before speaking, "He's in so much pain. It... it won't stop." She paused for a second and they stared at her, shocked and terrified. "I feel it... I feel him, oh god... it's unbearable."
Everyone watched as she clutched at her chest and cried. She seemed to be in pain, a great deal of it from the way she was acting.
"Spike? How do you know that, Buffy? Are you okay?" Willow asked with genuine concern for one of her best friends.
The Slayer's nails were biting into her skin as she clutched her chest with some of her strength. The skin broke and blood seeped through her shirt. The fabric was tearing under the force of her nails digging in, like she was trying to reach in and rip her still-beating heart from her tired body. Buffy was murmuring under her breath, "God, this is all my fault. It's my fault, not his."
When her head looked up, her eyes were blank, emotionless, and dead.
Dawn looked at her sister worriedly, "Buffy?"
Willow walked over and pried her friend's hand away from her chest to stop her from accidentally, or purposely, hurting herself further. When she spoke, her voice was that of someone trying to remain calm. "Dawn, get her other arm so we can move her. It'll be easier with both of us here."
Xander and Anya left the room to retrieve bandages and Dawn helped Willow move her sister to the couch and laid her down.
To Be Continued...
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Author's Note 2: Sorry the chapter is so short, I really do try to write longer ones. I have chapter two written down already, I just need to type it. If I get good reviews, or any at all, I'll probably get it up at least by tomorrow. So, remember to review if you read this. Also read and review my other stories, which I will try my best to update soon.