As Buffy stood on the balcony, high above the dancing throng of people
below her, she couldn't help but be reminded of the countless times she had
done exactly this back in the days of [I] The Bronze [/I]. She waited high
above them, looking, watching, hoping, for a man she knew she probably
shouldn't he waiting on. Yet still she stood, with her heart hidden deep
beneath her apathetic shell, hoping he would arrive if only for a second.
In the old times, he had shown up when she least expected it, but she had
always known when he was there. His presence had always extended to her
knowledge of herself and she always, [I] always [/I] knew. Closing her eyes
and feeling the pulsing music wash over her, she couldn't help but remind
herself that this time was different. [I] He is gone you idiot, you don't
come back from death.[/i] Although, she knew that wasn't completely true.
She herself had come back twice, beating death at its own game. Then why,
she wondered, couldn't he?
She continued to scan the room feeling almost nauseous at the display of happiness below. It seemed wrong for the world to be so content, when she herself was miserable. Looking, watching, hoping against all hope that just one more time she and hers could cheat at the game of mortality. [i]He must come back to me; I can't live without him.[/i] Ever so slightly she felt a slight tingle slither up her spine, slowly creeping to her neck and warning her that a vampire was near. [i]I don't even care![/], she assured herself.. The room was full of new and eager Slayer; one of them could take care of it for a change...
Before it was even there, she felt his cold hand slowly lower on top of her bare shoulder. "You shouldn't stand alone in the dark pet, nasties like to creep there," he said. The all too familiar voice was barely above a whisper, yet it flooded her ears like nothing she had ever experienced before. Whipping around so fast he had to catch her to stop her from falling over, her eyes fell on what she had dreamed of seeing for so long. "Spike, your here! You came back to me, I thought I had lost you forever." She said as if confirming this was in fact a reality. When she was finally convinced he was actually there, she pulled back and punched him square in the face. "Took you long enough!" she exclaimed. To happy to care about the pain, he pulled her in for the kiss his lips had been searching for, for over a year. Buffy was uncertain if the dreaded music had finally stopped, or if time itself had ceased to exist. Regardless, she finally knew- she was home.
She continued to scan the room feeling almost nauseous at the display of happiness below. It seemed wrong for the world to be so content, when she herself was miserable. Looking, watching, hoping against all hope that just one more time she and hers could cheat at the game of mortality. [i]He must come back to me; I can't live without him.[/i] Ever so slightly she felt a slight tingle slither up her spine, slowly creeping to her neck and warning her that a vampire was near. [i]I don't even care![/], she assured herself.. The room was full of new and eager Slayer; one of them could take care of it for a change...
Before it was even there, she felt his cold hand slowly lower on top of her bare shoulder. "You shouldn't stand alone in the dark pet, nasties like to creep there," he said. The all too familiar voice was barely above a whisper, yet it flooded her ears like nothing she had ever experienced before. Whipping around so fast he had to catch her to stop her from falling over, her eyes fell on what she had dreamed of seeing for so long. "Spike, your here! You came back to me, I thought I had lost you forever." She said as if confirming this was in fact a reality. When she was finally convinced he was actually there, she pulled back and punched him square in the face. "Took you long enough!" she exclaimed. To happy to care about the pain, he pulled her in for the kiss his lips had been searching for, for over a year. Buffy was uncertain if the dreaded music had finally stopped, or if time itself had ceased to exist. Regardless, she finally knew- she was home.