Prologue… the rest will become more – um, interesting – later on. Please,
bear with me, this is a growing project, long way to go….
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As she trudged through the cemetery, Buffy wondered why she couldn't get the blond vampire, stalking quietly beside her, out of her mind. 'Apart from the fact he always seems to be beside me,' she grumped to herself. It unnerved her. She didn't know how to deal with it, so just ended up hitting out at him, yelling at him, generally just taking it out on him.
The said blond vampire had no idea of her thoughts as he wondered how he could make her love him. Or at the very least like him – just a little – rather than merely tolerating him. 'Oh, and stop her beating me up and yelling at me.' Half the time he had no idea what he'd done. 'The other half,' he grinned to himself, 'Well, she was oh so easy to wind up, it would be a shame not to…!'
Suddenly Buffy stiffened, hearing a sound behind her. 'Sounded like – laughter. A nice sound, though, not threatening…' Spike had obviously heard it, too, and turned round as she did. They gasped at the sight in front of them.
"Like – the northern lights…" stammered out Spike. He'd seen them, once, on his travels with Drusilla. 'She'd loved them… pretty lights…' They pulsated gently round the two patrollers, colours merging in and out of each other. Without realising it, they both reached out their hands to each other, over-awed.
Soon the light, constantly changing and pulsating, began to hurt their eyes, making them dizzy. They closed their eyes, hearing music that was as beautiful as the strange light. Peaceful, lulling music…
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As she trudged through the cemetery, Buffy wondered why she couldn't get the blond vampire, stalking quietly beside her, out of her mind. 'Apart from the fact he always seems to be beside me,' she grumped to herself. It unnerved her. She didn't know how to deal with it, so just ended up hitting out at him, yelling at him, generally just taking it out on him.
The said blond vampire had no idea of her thoughts as he wondered how he could make her love him. Or at the very least like him – just a little – rather than merely tolerating him. 'Oh, and stop her beating me up and yelling at me.' Half the time he had no idea what he'd done. 'The other half,' he grinned to himself, 'Well, she was oh so easy to wind up, it would be a shame not to…!'
Suddenly Buffy stiffened, hearing a sound behind her. 'Sounded like – laughter. A nice sound, though, not threatening…' Spike had obviously heard it, too, and turned round as she did. They gasped at the sight in front of them.
"Like – the northern lights…" stammered out Spike. He'd seen them, once, on his travels with Drusilla. 'She'd loved them… pretty lights…' They pulsated gently round the two patrollers, colours merging in and out of each other. Without realising it, they both reached out their hands to each other, over-awed.
Soon the light, constantly changing and pulsating, began to hurt their eyes, making them dizzy. They closed their eyes, hearing music that was as beautiful as the strange light. Peaceful, lulling music…