Title: Child of Light
Author: Camilla aka Cosmic
Email: bananacosmicgirl@hotmail.com
Rating: R to be on the safe side. Some language/sex/violence, but none more than what you would see on the show, really.
Feedback: I love feedback!!
Distribution: Death Marked Love, ff.net. Anyone else, just ask.
AN: Again, a huge thank you for reviewing! To ElCameron – I have done the changes you suggested in the last chapter… Don't worry, you are not the only one taking fanfiction all too seriously, lol. Enjoy chapter 14!
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Part 14
The Scoobies did not leave until three in the morning. By then, both Buffy and Dawn had fallen asleep, and Spike was the one to say goodbye to their friends instead. The next morning, Buffy awoke at nine, when Dawn came into the room and snuggled up between her and Spike. Buffy smiled, and stroke Dawn's hair as she had done since her sister was a baby.
Half an hour later, they made their way downstairs. Dawn found her stockings filled with smaller gifts and candy, and thus wanted to skip breakfast. But when the smell of pancakes reached her, she changed her mind.
Later that day, Dawn had left to go to Richie. Buffy and Spike sat cuddled on the couch, only semi-watching what was going on on the tv. Dawn's new kitten, named Luna, was sleeping in the hat box, which she was using as a temporary bed.
"Don't you think she's spending too much time with that boy?" Spike asked her.
"Who? Dawn? With Richie?"
"No, Cinderella with her bloody Prince Charming. Of course Dawn."
"Well, no. He is her boyfriend, why shouldn't she spend time with him. He's a nice kid, and a responsible one. And Dawn wouldn't do anything… bad."
"Just like you didn't when you were her age?"
"Why are we having this conversation?" Buffy asked, looking her fiancé in the eye. "Dawn is mature and responsible. I'm sure we can trust her to make the right decisions."
He frowned at her, but did not say anything.
"He won't hurt her, Spike. And even if he does, she has to learn from her own mistakes. You can't protect her from everything."
He looked at her, sadness in his eyes. "No," he said, "But it would be nice if I could protect her from something."
She watched him for a moment, slightly confused, but then realized what he was referring to. "Spike, you didn't fail her. Nor did you fail me. What happened up at the tower was just… You did your best. No one could have asked for anything more from you."
He still did not answer her, and he was looking away. She took his face in her hands and kissed his lips gently, lovingly.
"You didn't fail," she told him.
He took her in, and began kissing her harder. His hands traveled down her body, and he held her closer to him. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her. Her hands moved around his neck and played with her hair, and soon she was lost in him.
* * *
"Don't you think it's weird that we don't have seen or heard anything else about that scroll?" Buffy asked Giles when she was training a week later. Her training was not as hard anymore, but she had to train nonetheless to not lose all the control and power she had gained during the last year.
"I mean, first I get it almost thrown in my head, get a spell cast over me and then it's gone – poof! – with the fire and now we don't hear a thing about it."
She put her hands on her hips and looked up at her Watcher.
"To be honest, Buffy, I have looked into it, but I have yet to find anything of interest," Giles replied. "So far, there hasn't been anything to give us any further clue."
"I hate this. I hate being left in the dark! They can't just throw something in my head and then just disappear! It doesn't work that way!" Buffy was pacing back and forth, getting upset.
"Uh, Buffy, maybe you should sit down. Think about the baby."
"The baby's fine!" the Slayer shot back at him, though rubbing her aching back at the same time. "It's this stupid prophecy or whatever it is that is annoying, nothing else! Oh, I want to hit something…" she muttered under her breath.
"Willow and I are going to continue to look into this, Buffy, but until we find something, you will just have to be careful, all right?"
Buffy stopped pacing, her hands on her hips. She stared at her Watcher for a few moments, then sighed. "Fine. I'll be good."
* * *
"Spike! Get down here now!" Buffy yelled.
It did not take more than ten seconds before Spike was standing in front of her in the hallway, putting his shoes on.
"You know, it would be good if we could avoid being late for this one thing, you know. It's three weeks till we get married – it's kind of a good idea if we know what we're serving, and over all doing," she told him as he got ready.
"Dawn!" she yelled next. Her sister came scurrying down the stairs.
"Yes ma'am?" she asked, staring at her sister.
"Will you please be good tonight? Stay out of trouble? For once?"
"Buffy, I am sixteen years old, not a little baby! Jeez, just relax. I'll be good and I'll be fine. Will you go now?"
The Slayer gave her younger sister a stern look before turning to her fiancé. "Ready?"
"Yes ma'am," he said and Buffy glared at him.
"Let's go."
* * *
He did not know where it had started. Somewhere around the wedding cake, he thought. Spike had been bored to death by the wedding coordinator, and he did not understand how Buffy could sit there and look so, so, so… interested.
They had begun fighting. It had started out with the Slayer telling him,
"Spike, pay attention!"
When he did not, instead yawned visibly, hell had broken loose. He had tried to put an arm around her, but she pushed him away.
"You really don't care about this, now do you?"
"Oh yes Slayer, I care so much about what kind of bleeding wedding cake we are going to eat," he had replied sarcastically, getting a bit annoyed with her.
"You know, you were the one who asked to marry me!"
"I didn't ask to get the whole wedding bloody package with a boring old lady into it!" The wedding coordinator had not even had time to look offended, she just stared from the to-be bride to the to-be groom, wondering if they were really to-be.
"This is what you go through when you get married," Buffy practically yelled at him.
"I don't care! It is boring!"
"I- You- Go to hell, Spike." She turned away, and he stared at her. When she refused to look at him again, he got out of his seat and walked out of the room, leaving one pissed off Slayer and a very confused wedding coordinator behind him.
TBC…
Author: Camilla aka Cosmic
Email: bananacosmicgirl@hotmail.com
Rating: R to be on the safe side. Some language/sex/violence, but none more than what you would see on the show, really.
Feedback: I love feedback!!
Distribution: Death Marked Love, ff.net. Anyone else, just ask.
AN: Again, a huge thank you for reviewing! To ElCameron – I have done the changes you suggested in the last chapter… Don't worry, you are not the only one taking fanfiction all too seriously, lol. Enjoy chapter 14!
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Part 14
The Scoobies did not leave until three in the morning. By then, both Buffy and Dawn had fallen asleep, and Spike was the one to say goodbye to their friends instead. The next morning, Buffy awoke at nine, when Dawn came into the room and snuggled up between her and Spike. Buffy smiled, and stroke Dawn's hair as she had done since her sister was a baby.
Half an hour later, they made their way downstairs. Dawn found her stockings filled with smaller gifts and candy, and thus wanted to skip breakfast. But when the smell of pancakes reached her, she changed her mind.
Later that day, Dawn had left to go to Richie. Buffy and Spike sat cuddled on the couch, only semi-watching what was going on on the tv. Dawn's new kitten, named Luna, was sleeping in the hat box, which she was using as a temporary bed.
"Don't you think she's spending too much time with that boy?" Spike asked her.
"Who? Dawn? With Richie?"
"No, Cinderella with her bloody Prince Charming. Of course Dawn."
"Well, no. He is her boyfriend, why shouldn't she spend time with him. He's a nice kid, and a responsible one. And Dawn wouldn't do anything… bad."
"Just like you didn't when you were her age?"
"Why are we having this conversation?" Buffy asked, looking her fiancé in the eye. "Dawn is mature and responsible. I'm sure we can trust her to make the right decisions."
He frowned at her, but did not say anything.
"He won't hurt her, Spike. And even if he does, she has to learn from her own mistakes. You can't protect her from everything."
He looked at her, sadness in his eyes. "No," he said, "But it would be nice if I could protect her from something."
She watched him for a moment, slightly confused, but then realized what he was referring to. "Spike, you didn't fail her. Nor did you fail me. What happened up at the tower was just… You did your best. No one could have asked for anything more from you."
He still did not answer her, and he was looking away. She took his face in her hands and kissed his lips gently, lovingly.
"You didn't fail," she told him.
He took her in, and began kissing her harder. His hands traveled down her body, and he held her closer to him. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her. Her hands moved around his neck and played with her hair, and soon she was lost in him.
* * *
"Don't you think it's weird that we don't have seen or heard anything else about that scroll?" Buffy asked Giles when she was training a week later. Her training was not as hard anymore, but she had to train nonetheless to not lose all the control and power she had gained during the last year.
"I mean, first I get it almost thrown in my head, get a spell cast over me and then it's gone – poof! – with the fire and now we don't hear a thing about it."
She put her hands on her hips and looked up at her Watcher.
"To be honest, Buffy, I have looked into it, but I have yet to find anything of interest," Giles replied. "So far, there hasn't been anything to give us any further clue."
"I hate this. I hate being left in the dark! They can't just throw something in my head and then just disappear! It doesn't work that way!" Buffy was pacing back and forth, getting upset.
"Uh, Buffy, maybe you should sit down. Think about the baby."
"The baby's fine!" the Slayer shot back at him, though rubbing her aching back at the same time. "It's this stupid prophecy or whatever it is that is annoying, nothing else! Oh, I want to hit something…" she muttered under her breath.
"Willow and I are going to continue to look into this, Buffy, but until we find something, you will just have to be careful, all right?"
Buffy stopped pacing, her hands on her hips. She stared at her Watcher for a few moments, then sighed. "Fine. I'll be good."
* * *
"Spike! Get down here now!" Buffy yelled.
It did not take more than ten seconds before Spike was standing in front of her in the hallway, putting his shoes on.
"You know, it would be good if we could avoid being late for this one thing, you know. It's three weeks till we get married – it's kind of a good idea if we know what we're serving, and over all doing," she told him as he got ready.
"Dawn!" she yelled next. Her sister came scurrying down the stairs.
"Yes ma'am?" she asked, staring at her sister.
"Will you please be good tonight? Stay out of trouble? For once?"
"Buffy, I am sixteen years old, not a little baby! Jeez, just relax. I'll be good and I'll be fine. Will you go now?"
The Slayer gave her younger sister a stern look before turning to her fiancé. "Ready?"
"Yes ma'am," he said and Buffy glared at him.
"Let's go."
* * *
He did not know where it had started. Somewhere around the wedding cake, he thought. Spike had been bored to death by the wedding coordinator, and he did not understand how Buffy could sit there and look so, so, so… interested.
They had begun fighting. It had started out with the Slayer telling him,
"Spike, pay attention!"
When he did not, instead yawned visibly, hell had broken loose. He had tried to put an arm around her, but she pushed him away.
"You really don't care about this, now do you?"
"Oh yes Slayer, I care so much about what kind of bleeding wedding cake we are going to eat," he had replied sarcastically, getting a bit annoyed with her.
"You know, you were the one who asked to marry me!"
"I didn't ask to get the whole wedding bloody package with a boring old lady into it!" The wedding coordinator had not even had time to look offended, she just stared from the to-be bride to the to-be groom, wondering if they were really to-be.
"This is what you go through when you get married," Buffy practically yelled at him.
"I don't care! It is boring!"
"I- You- Go to hell, Spike." She turned away, and he stared at her. When she refused to look at him again, he got out of his seat and walked out of the room, leaving one pissed off Slayer and a very confused wedding coordinator behind him.
TBC…