Authors note: New fic!! And it's the first B/S fic.. You might need to help
me with this one. B/A is more my thing normally!!!
Disclaimer: Wish they were mine. But they aint!! Thanks Joss.
Set: After Season 7. What happens to Spike etc etc
Distribution: You want, you get as long as you ask first!!
Here goes.
Chap 1
Bloody hell.
"Angel said the amulet was meant to be worn by a champion" I said in my best imitation of the blonde slayer.
"And what do I do? Bow down like a soddin puppy." I look around the bright room and curse inwardly.
White walls surround me and everything seems to glow of its own accord. No battery pack in sight. "'I love you spike'. Bloody well should after what I've done for you. Saved your life countless times and look what I am now? A glowing guy in a glowing room, talking to himself. Bloody hell."
I look down expecting my usual attire of black jeans, black t-shirt and obviously my trusty duster but to my horror I was wearing completely the opposite.
Bright white trousers, shirt and duster all shone back at me, laughing at my obvious distress of such bad clothing.
I roll my eyes and sigh. Where the fuck am I?
Last thing I remember was being under the school and that stupid piece of metal shining brightly and a strange burning sensation running throughout my body. Then there was Buffy. She looked at me with those piecing eyes and my heart cracked in two as I saw what was reflected back at me: I was going to die.
It had to be said. It was well overdue.
So I braced myself for the burning fires of hell, to be met by Satan himself at the black gates of tortured souls, to feel his whip crack against my back as I cowered at his feet. Such a stereotypical thought about hell don't you think?
But No. Obviously for some strange reason, my idea of hell is a white room and white clothing. They were right. My head really is fucked up.
"William"
"What?" I sigh, what you didn't think I'd expect some booming voice of some sort to call my name?
"William."
"Yes I think we've established that William is my name. What do you want oh booming voice?" I mock with my usual cheeky smile.
"Come fourth."
What choice do I have? So cockily I step forward into the bright room, squinting my eyes so I can see easier.
"This it?" I shrug my shoulders, looking on into the endless white room.
"What do you expect, William?"
"Fire, blood, tortured screams echoing off the hellish walls."
There's a great laugh and already I want to kick the voice's head in.
"William this is not hell." The laughing subsides and I stand dumbfounded at what has just been said.
"Ok if this is not hell, with the sodding scary white clothing, then what is it? Heaven? Cause I sure don't bloody deserve that."
"No, this is not heaven. I'm not sure what you could call it, I suppose it's a place for the dead to meet with the powers. Kinda like a waiting room."
"The powers?" What. The. Hell.
Suddenly a figure appears beside me. He was tall, his skin the colour of dark chocolate, and like me; he was dressed in the white clothing. "They have the power to change things Spike. What is to be, what has already past, whether we live or die, they have the power to change dreams into a reality."
By now I think this is a joke. Some kind of joke that the evil of this world have decided to play on me. To make me think: Hmmm, I'm considered a good guy. Well they can fuck off. There is no way I'm going to fall for this.
"OK OK, I've had enough of the sick joke alright. I get it, I'm evil, you're just trying to make me all happy and then blow me over the head with the truth. Go ahead, I'm expecting it. " I fold my arms across my chest defiantly.
"This is no joke Spike, you have earned this."
"I've earned this? Hello? Are you insane? Or is there just nothing in that noggin of yours that allows you to remember my past?" And I thought I was crazy.
"I know of your past Spike, I know of your crimes. But for you to give up your life for humans is worthy enough."
"Worthy enough for what?"
"The offer's that are about to be given to you." By now I truly can't believe what is being said. Me? Worthy? Fuck off!
"Alright then Mr high and mighty, give us your offers then."
"Well there's the obvious choice which is to remain dead - not that you haven't been dead for a long time already - but I mean dead here in some sort of heaven if you want to call it that."
Opinion of first offer: Yes I like it. Heaven.
"Or you can return to the slayer as a human and continue your life from there."
Opinion of second offer: What's the fucking point? Slayer doesn't love me, why should I return?
"Before you make any kind of decision Spike, I think you should take a look at this."
******
Pain.
Hurt.
Hate.
Burning.
Fire.
Hell.
Tears of blood.
Tears of pain.
But there are no more tears to spill
I'm all cried out, I can't take it any more.
Curled up in my new room, a cushion pressed against my chest as I hugged it tightly wishing it was him. Wishing it was Spike.
Faint knocking on my door and I don't want it. Whatever it is I don't need it. All I want is for that moment to disappear from my memory or even better, to be able to turn back time and be the one wearing the amulet.
Blue.
Beautiful sky blue eyes.
Deep, penetrating, burning me to the soul as he stares at me as our hands burst into flames. Why does he continue to haunt me? Day and night that's all I see is his beautiful sky blue eyes staring at me.
"Buffy?" It's Willow, back again no doubt to check on me or at least force some substance down my throat to keep me alive.
But I don't want it, I just want to die.
"I'm OK." I call back but can't help the non-cheeriness in my voice.
"Sure you don't want to talk?"
Cold hands travel across my skin.
Strange fire courses through my veins.
Goosebumps appear on my flesh -
I shake my head and force myself back to reality. "I'm fine. Just go."
And then they fall again. Just when I thought there would be no more, little rivers make their way down my cheeks in an endless journey of pain.
*~* Please read and review!!!!*~*
Disclaimer: Wish they were mine. But they aint!! Thanks Joss.
Set: After Season 7. What happens to Spike etc etc
Distribution: You want, you get as long as you ask first!!
Here goes.
Chap 1
Bloody hell.
"Angel said the amulet was meant to be worn by a champion" I said in my best imitation of the blonde slayer.
"And what do I do? Bow down like a soddin puppy." I look around the bright room and curse inwardly.
White walls surround me and everything seems to glow of its own accord. No battery pack in sight. "'I love you spike'. Bloody well should after what I've done for you. Saved your life countless times and look what I am now? A glowing guy in a glowing room, talking to himself. Bloody hell."
I look down expecting my usual attire of black jeans, black t-shirt and obviously my trusty duster but to my horror I was wearing completely the opposite.
Bright white trousers, shirt and duster all shone back at me, laughing at my obvious distress of such bad clothing.
I roll my eyes and sigh. Where the fuck am I?
Last thing I remember was being under the school and that stupid piece of metal shining brightly and a strange burning sensation running throughout my body. Then there was Buffy. She looked at me with those piecing eyes and my heart cracked in two as I saw what was reflected back at me: I was going to die.
It had to be said. It was well overdue.
So I braced myself for the burning fires of hell, to be met by Satan himself at the black gates of tortured souls, to feel his whip crack against my back as I cowered at his feet. Such a stereotypical thought about hell don't you think?
But No. Obviously for some strange reason, my idea of hell is a white room and white clothing. They were right. My head really is fucked up.
"William"
"What?" I sigh, what you didn't think I'd expect some booming voice of some sort to call my name?
"William."
"Yes I think we've established that William is my name. What do you want oh booming voice?" I mock with my usual cheeky smile.
"Come fourth."
What choice do I have? So cockily I step forward into the bright room, squinting my eyes so I can see easier.
"This it?" I shrug my shoulders, looking on into the endless white room.
"What do you expect, William?"
"Fire, blood, tortured screams echoing off the hellish walls."
There's a great laugh and already I want to kick the voice's head in.
"William this is not hell." The laughing subsides and I stand dumbfounded at what has just been said.
"Ok if this is not hell, with the sodding scary white clothing, then what is it? Heaven? Cause I sure don't bloody deserve that."
"No, this is not heaven. I'm not sure what you could call it, I suppose it's a place for the dead to meet with the powers. Kinda like a waiting room."
"The powers?" What. The. Hell.
Suddenly a figure appears beside me. He was tall, his skin the colour of dark chocolate, and like me; he was dressed in the white clothing. "They have the power to change things Spike. What is to be, what has already past, whether we live or die, they have the power to change dreams into a reality."
By now I think this is a joke. Some kind of joke that the evil of this world have decided to play on me. To make me think: Hmmm, I'm considered a good guy. Well they can fuck off. There is no way I'm going to fall for this.
"OK OK, I've had enough of the sick joke alright. I get it, I'm evil, you're just trying to make me all happy and then blow me over the head with the truth. Go ahead, I'm expecting it. " I fold my arms across my chest defiantly.
"This is no joke Spike, you have earned this."
"I've earned this? Hello? Are you insane? Or is there just nothing in that noggin of yours that allows you to remember my past?" And I thought I was crazy.
"I know of your past Spike, I know of your crimes. But for you to give up your life for humans is worthy enough."
"Worthy enough for what?"
"The offer's that are about to be given to you." By now I truly can't believe what is being said. Me? Worthy? Fuck off!
"Alright then Mr high and mighty, give us your offers then."
"Well there's the obvious choice which is to remain dead - not that you haven't been dead for a long time already - but I mean dead here in some sort of heaven if you want to call it that."
Opinion of first offer: Yes I like it. Heaven.
"Or you can return to the slayer as a human and continue your life from there."
Opinion of second offer: What's the fucking point? Slayer doesn't love me, why should I return?
"Before you make any kind of decision Spike, I think you should take a look at this."
******
Pain.
Hurt.
Hate.
Burning.
Fire.
Hell.
Tears of blood.
Tears of pain.
But there are no more tears to spill
I'm all cried out, I can't take it any more.
Curled up in my new room, a cushion pressed against my chest as I hugged it tightly wishing it was him. Wishing it was Spike.
Faint knocking on my door and I don't want it. Whatever it is I don't need it. All I want is for that moment to disappear from my memory or even better, to be able to turn back time and be the one wearing the amulet.
Blue.
Beautiful sky blue eyes.
Deep, penetrating, burning me to the soul as he stares at me as our hands burst into flames. Why does he continue to haunt me? Day and night that's all I see is his beautiful sky blue eyes staring at me.
"Buffy?" It's Willow, back again no doubt to check on me or at least force some substance down my throat to keep me alive.
But I don't want it, I just want to die.
"I'm OK." I call back but can't help the non-cheeriness in my voice.
"Sure you don't want to talk?"
Cold hands travel across my skin.
Strange fire courses through my veins.
Goosebumps appear on my flesh -
I shake my head and force myself back to reality. "I'm fine. Just go."
And then they fall again. Just when I thought there would be no more, little rivers make their way down my cheeks in an endless journey of pain.
*~* Please read and review!!!!*~*