Title: Kindred Spirits
Author: Mia
Rating: PG for now, maybe NC-17 later
Summary: Set after 7.3, Spoilers for S7. W/T, B/S, X/A
Warning, this is my first fic, so please review!
I own nothing, ME and Fox own all!
Chapter 2
Willow and Spike developed a ritual. Every evening after dinner, she went to the cemetery. Over the next week, her tears had subsided from sobs to quiet trickles. And as soon as she finished, she would stand and Spike would be there. Like magic. It was comforting for both of them.
He would walk her home, and she listen to him tell about his triasl in Africa, how he came to win his soul. And she told him about how once in England, Giles had bound her powers, afraid she'd hurt herself. How his coven friends had helped her manage the magic that would always be with her
It was Tuesday night, and she had been wondering how much longer they would go without running into Buffy. And then Buffy ran into them.
"I have nightmares. About Warren. About hurting the people I love," admitted Willow, pushing a lock of hair back behind her ear.
"The nightmares are the worst. Or in my case the daymares," Spike agreed.
She was about to ask him about his dreams, when a pounding behind them made them both start to turn-
Thunf! And they were knocked on their backs. A running vampire had tried to run them over. The newly risen fledgling was above their heads, clawing at the ground, trying to scramble to his feet before his pursuer caught up.
But she was already there.
"Come back here, you coward!
"Stay down!" she cried to Willow and Spike, and taking a running leap, Buffy executed a flying side kick, sailing over their heads. She knocked the the vampire to the ground and pinned him with one foot.
Stake poised she growled, "I don't even work at the Double Meat Palace anymore. And even when I did, it didn't make my blood tainted. Slayer blood is a tasty, nummy treat!"
And down came her stake. "So there!", she finished, standing and brushing vampire ashes from her pants.
When she turned around, Willow and Spike were sitting up, trying hard not to laugh.
"Did he question your honor, Slayer?" Spike asked, one amused eyebrow up.
Willow giggled. Spike stood and pulled Willow to her feet, and when they looked back at Buffy, she was still standing with a frown on her face, hands on hips.
"Is-is something the matter, Buffy? Willow stammered. She figured they were about to get a few less-than-polite questions on what they were doing out together, Buffy best friend and and Buffy's vampire ex.
"Well, I'm just wondering....I've come across quite a few vamps recently who have said they were avoiding me and my 'tainted blood'. So I'm wondering Spike, where they would get ANY idea what my blood tastes like?"
He cocked his head, as if trying to understand what she was insinuating. Then it dawned on him. She thought he was gossiping like her and her little birds. Sighing, he reached in his duster for a cigarette and light.
"WELL?" Buffy thundered.
He took a drag a blew out his smoke towards her.
And then, acid in his voice, "Yeah , luv, you caught me. I love to tell anyone in the Demon world who will listen about how sometimes when I shagged the Slayer, she let me have a little nip. It makes me very popular. They line up to kick my ass for blocks, pet. Criminy!"
He kicked the dirt in frustration.
"Goodnight, Red." And he whirled around, stalking off into the night.
Willow's eyes were huge. She let him drink, wow, that's serious, she marveled silently. And then she saw Buffy looking after Spike despondently.
"Maybe an apology would be good?" she said sympathetically.
Buffy smiled sadly. "Walk you home, Red?" she said, affecting her best Cockney.
"Sure."
"And you can tell me what you've been doing every night with the non-evil undead."
Willow and Buffy both laughed, but Willow thought her friend's laughter sounded---- forced.
To be continued....
Author: Mia
Rating: PG for now, maybe NC-17 later
Summary: Set after 7.3, Spoilers for S7. W/T, B/S, X/A
Warning, this is my first fic, so please review!
I own nothing, ME and Fox own all!
Chapter 2
Willow and Spike developed a ritual. Every evening after dinner, she went to the cemetery. Over the next week, her tears had subsided from sobs to quiet trickles. And as soon as she finished, she would stand and Spike would be there. Like magic. It was comforting for both of them.
He would walk her home, and she listen to him tell about his triasl in Africa, how he came to win his soul. And she told him about how once in England, Giles had bound her powers, afraid she'd hurt herself. How his coven friends had helped her manage the magic that would always be with her
It was Tuesday night, and she had been wondering how much longer they would go without running into Buffy. And then Buffy ran into them.
"I have nightmares. About Warren. About hurting the people I love," admitted Willow, pushing a lock of hair back behind her ear.
"The nightmares are the worst. Or in my case the daymares," Spike agreed.
She was about to ask him about his dreams, when a pounding behind them made them both start to turn-
Thunf! And they were knocked on their backs. A running vampire had tried to run them over. The newly risen fledgling was above their heads, clawing at the ground, trying to scramble to his feet before his pursuer caught up.
But she was already there.
"Come back here, you coward!
"Stay down!" she cried to Willow and Spike, and taking a running leap, Buffy executed a flying side kick, sailing over their heads. She knocked the the vampire to the ground and pinned him with one foot.
Stake poised she growled, "I don't even work at the Double Meat Palace anymore. And even when I did, it didn't make my blood tainted. Slayer blood is a tasty, nummy treat!"
And down came her stake. "So there!", she finished, standing and brushing vampire ashes from her pants.
When she turned around, Willow and Spike were sitting up, trying hard not to laugh.
"Did he question your honor, Slayer?" Spike asked, one amused eyebrow up.
Willow giggled. Spike stood and pulled Willow to her feet, and when they looked back at Buffy, she was still standing with a frown on her face, hands on hips.
"Is-is something the matter, Buffy? Willow stammered. She figured they were about to get a few less-than-polite questions on what they were doing out together, Buffy best friend and and Buffy's vampire ex.
"Well, I'm just wondering....I've come across quite a few vamps recently who have said they were avoiding me and my 'tainted blood'. So I'm wondering Spike, where they would get ANY idea what my blood tastes like?"
He cocked his head, as if trying to understand what she was insinuating. Then it dawned on him. She thought he was gossiping like her and her little birds. Sighing, he reached in his duster for a cigarette and light.
"WELL?" Buffy thundered.
He took a drag a blew out his smoke towards her.
And then, acid in his voice, "Yeah , luv, you caught me. I love to tell anyone in the Demon world who will listen about how sometimes when I shagged the Slayer, she let me have a little nip. It makes me very popular. They line up to kick my ass for blocks, pet. Criminy!"
He kicked the dirt in frustration.
"Goodnight, Red." And he whirled around, stalking off into the night.
Willow's eyes were huge. She let him drink, wow, that's serious, she marveled silently. And then she saw Buffy looking after Spike despondently.
"Maybe an apology would be good?" she said sympathetically.
Buffy smiled sadly. "Walk you home, Red?" she said, affecting her best Cockney.
"Sure."
"And you can tell me what you've been doing every night with the non-evil undead."
Willow and Buffy both laughed, but Willow thought her friend's laughter sounded---- forced.
To be continued....