Disclaimer: I own nothing (oh, that's depressing).
A/N: This is my first baby (as for fic) so try to be sweethearts :) Thanks Andi, Courtney and Isabel for beta-ing! Kisses, Ally.
Summary: Buffy Summers is young, beautiful, strong and. blind woman. She lost her eye light three years ago, now she lives with that what she has. One day she meets William 'Spike' Walthrop, only then Buffy starts to understand what she have and what she wants.
Chapter One
Buffy opened her eyes slowly, everything was black, but as usual she knew it was morning already. She yawned and got out of bed wearing a big t-shirt and cotton panties, both of them in a black color or at least she thought they were black. She slowly stepped out from her room and went downstairs to the kitchen, where her mother sat. Buffy knew she was there because she wore very a specific perfume-she could smell it and the hot coffee too.
"Good morning, Buffy! You want some coffee, dear?" Joyce asked as her eldest sat at the table.
"Yes, with milk please." She smiled in the direction her mother's voice was coming from . "Oh, what's that?" She asked as she touched a piece of paper that rested on the table.
"It's an advertisement for the gallery."
"The one I ordered?"
"Yes, I think so." Joyce answered and handed a hot cup of coffee to her daughter.
"Did they send one in Braille?" Buffy asked with suspicion.
"No, they didn't and I already called them to remind it." Buffy's younger sister, Dawn, said as she entered the kitchen.
"Aren't you one little ball of energy?" Buffy asked sarcastically and looked at sister (Though it was more of looking *through* her sister).
"Hey, I was just trying to help, Miss I-Still-think-my-sister-does-this- just-because-she-pities-me!" Dawn answered and took the half drank coffee cup from sister's hands.
"That's mine, and I don't think you do this just to pity me, I just don't need a protector." She said and held out a hand so Dawn could give her back her coffee cup. Dawn took a drink and handed the cup back to her blonde sister.
"Whatever. Do I need to take you to the gallery or are you gonna drive by yourself, too?" She looked at her smaller sister who drank the rest of her coffee and stood up.
"I'll walk, little loathsome creature." She said as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Language, Buffy!" Joyce called from the kitchen as Buffy started to walk up the stairs.
"Sorry, mum!" Buffy called and entered her room. The door shut loudly. Joyce turned her attention to her younger daughter.
"Dawn, what's with Miss. I-Still-think-my-sister-does-this-just-because-she- pities-me? You think your sister needed it this morning?"
"What's different this morning from all the others in her bitchy mood?" Dawn asked. Buffy was always bitchy in the mornings, ever since she was born; she really wasn't much of a morning person. At least, not to Dawn.
"Language, firstly. And secondly: look at the calendar." Joyce said as she exited the kitchen. Dawn looked over to the calendar on the wall: May 17.
"Shit!" She said loudly.
"Again with the language, Dawn!" Joyce called from living room.
***
Knock. Knock.
"Come in." Buffy called from the walk-in closet.
"Um, Buffy, I wanted to apologize." Dawn said quietly and leaned on the door frame.
"Forgot the date?" Buffy asked, slipping into jeans.
"Um. well, yeah. But I wanted apologize anyway, I was rude."
"No, you said what you thought and I always loved that in you, lil' sis." Buffy stepped out of the closet and looked in the direction where her sister stood. "So apology accepted, just one question."
"Spill."
"Is my tank top blue?" Buffy asked smiling. Dawn burst out in laughter.
"Of course not! All your clothes are black, white or red, where the hell do you hope to find a blue tank top?"
"In your closet? Ok, never mind. So it's black?" She asked and looked down as if she could see the color of her tank top.
"Yeah, it's black and your jeans are blue, the sandals and socks are black too." She said as she looked at her petite blonde of a sister. Buffy usually dressed in black. Once Dawn asked her why--all Buffy had answered was that all the clothes she had she saw all in black, anyway.
"Good. So, you gonna come to gallery today?" Buffy asked and put her cell phone in her small, black purse.
"Towards the closing time, I'll help you and Willow close and then I'm gonna go to the Bronze. Wanna come?"
"Sure, why not?" Buffy smiled and pushed Dawn away from the door, so she could get out of her room.
"Willow's gonna be at the gallery today, right?" Dawn asked and followed her sister down the stairs. Buffy took her red leather jacket from the hanger beside the door and put it on.
"Yeah, she's gonna help me open it and put up the new collection."
"Why?" Dawn asked. Buffy was blind, yeah, but she could do more than a lot of people who *could* see.
"I want it to be sorted by colors. And I know that you might not have noticed this, but I'm kinda *blind*." Buffy smiled and unlocked door. "Mom, I'm gone!" She called out.
"Be careful, honey!" Joyce yelled from the living room.
"As always!" Buffy answered and looked in Dawns direction. "So I'll wait for you around six, ok?"
"Yeah. Go. I love you." Dawn kissed her sister's cheek.
"Love you, too." Buffy said and let herself out of the house.
***
A/N: This is my first baby (as for fic) so try to be sweethearts :) Thanks Andi, Courtney and Isabel for beta-ing! Kisses, Ally.
Summary: Buffy Summers is young, beautiful, strong and. blind woman. She lost her eye light three years ago, now she lives with that what she has. One day she meets William 'Spike' Walthrop, only then Buffy starts to understand what she have and what she wants.
Chapter One
Buffy opened her eyes slowly, everything was black, but as usual she knew it was morning already. She yawned and got out of bed wearing a big t-shirt and cotton panties, both of them in a black color or at least she thought they were black. She slowly stepped out from her room and went downstairs to the kitchen, where her mother sat. Buffy knew she was there because she wore very a specific perfume-she could smell it and the hot coffee too.
"Good morning, Buffy! You want some coffee, dear?" Joyce asked as her eldest sat at the table.
"Yes, with milk please." She smiled in the direction her mother's voice was coming from . "Oh, what's that?" She asked as she touched a piece of paper that rested on the table.
"It's an advertisement for the gallery."
"The one I ordered?"
"Yes, I think so." Joyce answered and handed a hot cup of coffee to her daughter.
"Did they send one in Braille?" Buffy asked with suspicion.
"No, they didn't and I already called them to remind it." Buffy's younger sister, Dawn, said as she entered the kitchen.
"Aren't you one little ball of energy?" Buffy asked sarcastically and looked at sister (Though it was more of looking *through* her sister).
"Hey, I was just trying to help, Miss I-Still-think-my-sister-does-this- just-because-she-pities-me!" Dawn answered and took the half drank coffee cup from sister's hands.
"That's mine, and I don't think you do this just to pity me, I just don't need a protector." She said and held out a hand so Dawn could give her back her coffee cup. Dawn took a drink and handed the cup back to her blonde sister.
"Whatever. Do I need to take you to the gallery or are you gonna drive by yourself, too?" She looked at her smaller sister who drank the rest of her coffee and stood up.
"I'll walk, little loathsome creature." She said as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Language, Buffy!" Joyce called from the kitchen as Buffy started to walk up the stairs.
"Sorry, mum!" Buffy called and entered her room. The door shut loudly. Joyce turned her attention to her younger daughter.
"Dawn, what's with Miss. I-Still-think-my-sister-does-this-just-because-she- pities-me? You think your sister needed it this morning?"
"What's different this morning from all the others in her bitchy mood?" Dawn asked. Buffy was always bitchy in the mornings, ever since she was born; she really wasn't much of a morning person. At least, not to Dawn.
"Language, firstly. And secondly: look at the calendar." Joyce said as she exited the kitchen. Dawn looked over to the calendar on the wall: May 17.
"Shit!" She said loudly.
"Again with the language, Dawn!" Joyce called from living room.
***
Knock. Knock.
"Come in." Buffy called from the walk-in closet.
"Um, Buffy, I wanted to apologize." Dawn said quietly and leaned on the door frame.
"Forgot the date?" Buffy asked, slipping into jeans.
"Um. well, yeah. But I wanted apologize anyway, I was rude."
"No, you said what you thought and I always loved that in you, lil' sis." Buffy stepped out of the closet and looked in the direction where her sister stood. "So apology accepted, just one question."
"Spill."
"Is my tank top blue?" Buffy asked smiling. Dawn burst out in laughter.
"Of course not! All your clothes are black, white or red, where the hell do you hope to find a blue tank top?"
"In your closet? Ok, never mind. So it's black?" She asked and looked down as if she could see the color of her tank top.
"Yeah, it's black and your jeans are blue, the sandals and socks are black too." She said as she looked at her petite blonde of a sister. Buffy usually dressed in black. Once Dawn asked her why--all Buffy had answered was that all the clothes she had she saw all in black, anyway.
"Good. So, you gonna come to gallery today?" Buffy asked and put her cell phone in her small, black purse.
"Towards the closing time, I'll help you and Willow close and then I'm gonna go to the Bronze. Wanna come?"
"Sure, why not?" Buffy smiled and pushed Dawn away from the door, so she could get out of her room.
"Willow's gonna be at the gallery today, right?" Dawn asked and followed her sister down the stairs. Buffy took her red leather jacket from the hanger beside the door and put it on.
"Yeah, she's gonna help me open it and put up the new collection."
"Why?" Dawn asked. Buffy was blind, yeah, but she could do more than a lot of people who *could* see.
"I want it to be sorted by colors. And I know that you might not have noticed this, but I'm kinda *blind*." Buffy smiled and unlocked door. "Mom, I'm gone!" She called out.
"Be careful, honey!" Joyce yelled from the living room.
"As always!" Buffy answered and looked in Dawns direction. "So I'll wait for you around six, ok?"
"Yeah. Go. I love you." Dawn kissed her sister's cheek.
"Love you, too." Buffy said and let herself out of the house.
***