Title: Bonds – part three
Author: Adora_Vampiress
Rating: err… I think G
Disclaimer: The characters from the shows "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" or "Angel: the Series" are not mine, though I wish they were. They all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy and lots of other people, me excluded. I only use them to make Siobhan and Clare happy (you ARE still happy, right?)
Feedback: Yes please! But be gentle, it's my first fanfic! Email me at Adora_Vampiress@hotmail.com
Dedicated to: Siobhan, wjo set the challenge.
Distribution: If you'd like to have it, just email me and ask for it, so I can send it to you.
Summary: this is my answer to a challenge set by Siobhan. The challenge is this:
Must include:
- Spike/Buffy not necessarily in a romantic way, but preferably
- Spoilers must not go beyond Listening To Fear and The Trials
- Buffy finding out about Spike stealing her ahem clothing from her room
- Joyce being slightly better – as in Buffy can leave her side – but she is still sick
- Buffy walking in on Spike talking to the dummy of her
Must include some of these:
- A teddy to cheer someone up
- A rose
- Buffy and Spike slaying together
- A book
- Some kind of bonding between Buffy and Spike
"Mom, I'm going to school now!"
No answer.
How could I forget? She's not there.
Buffy got out of the house and started walking. It was a bright day. Finally a day that made the town worthy of its name. Buffy smiled at the kids who were playing on the pavement.
"Hi guys, having fun?"
"Yes miss!" a young girl with two black ponytails, one on each side of her heas, answered. Buffy smiled.
Miss. I must be getting really old. I'm practically ancient in their eyes.
*****
He was lying in his bed As he woke up, he saw the sun was shining. He rubbed his eyes and looked a little better. That wasn't the sun! It was only a wallpainting. He got up to examine it from close by.
Quite a work of art. He could feel the wind in his hair, he could hear the children laugh, see the birds fly, hear the fish splatter around in the pond.
Suddenly he heard a voice.
"Hi guys, having fun?"
Who was that? It was a girl's voice. Did the lady in the picture move? No, she was standing still.
She's in a painting for Christ's sake. She can't move.
He turned around and walked to the sink.
A sink. Here? In the sewers?
*****
She walked out of the street and turned right. She saw Willow a bit further.
"Hey Will, wait up!"
Willow didn't seem to hear.
"Hey Will! Are you still sleeping?"
Buffy started to run. Every time she thought she had reached Willow she looked up, only to find her walking further down the street than she had expected, walking slowly, but still faster than Buffy herself was walking.
"Willow! Wait!"
Buffy was exhausted. How did her best friend walk so fast? Suddenly she heard a man's voice.
"Buffy, I'm glad to see you. I have something of the utmost importance to tell you."
She looked around to see Giles, who was sitting on the desk in his library.
"How did I get here?" she asked confused.
Giles looked questioningly.
"your mother brought you here, why?"
"That's impossible, my mom is in hospital."
"No she isn't, I talked to her just a minute ago. Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine." It came out a bit too quick.
"What's the emergency Giles?"
"we're out of jelly donuts. You ate them again, didn't you? Well, never mind about that now. Just get me some new ones."
"But…"
"Don't argue with me, just get them."
Buffy turned on her heels, steaming mad. She started walking, not seeing where she went.
"How dare he order me around like that! I didn't eat his stupid donuts and I'm not going to get him any new ones!"
*****
He walked into the living room. He saw a low table and two stone benches. He sat down on the nearest one.
Not at all uncomfortable.
He looked up and gasped.
"Buffy."
*****
She stood still with a start and looked around. Who was calling for her now?
"Buffy."
It sounded faint. It was a man's voice, that was for sure. Not Giles's. It wasn't a voice she knew.
She started to follow the sound.
*****
He saw a dummy. It was a blond girl. He decided to call her Buffy. Her eyes were closed. He put some batteries in her back.
"Wake up Buffy."
*****
"Wake up Buffy."
Was that it? Was this all a dream? She pinched herself.
"Ow."
Not a dream then. But what is it?
She tried to track the sound down.
*****
The dummy opened her eyes.
" Ah, you're awake. Would you like some breakfast?"
Since when did I become so civil?
Oh, what the heck. This could be fun.
He forced the dummy to stand upright. Then, he walked away from it.
"I'm here, just follow the sound."
The dummy started to move, slowly but steadily. As soon as he stopped taling, the movements stopped.
"What's taking you so long?"
No answer.
Of course. I have to keep talking.
"Okay, so how was your day, love?"
He walked into the kitchen.
"Here, I'm over here."
He looked around.
"I got you pancakes with apple, your favourite" he sang.
*****
"Ah, you're awake. Would you like some breakfast?"
"Sure, but where are you?" Buffy got impatient.
"I'm here, just follow the sound."
She did as she was told. She left school and looked around. Where to now?
"What's taking you so long?"
The voice came from the left. It sounded friendly.
"Sorry, you have to keep talking, otherwise I can't track you down" Buffy apologized.
"Okay, so how was your day, love?"
"Weird."
She was walking in the middel of the road now. Cars seemed to avoid her with no apparent difficulty.
"Where to now?"
"Here, I'm over here."
She looked down.
"Into the sewers?"
"I got you pancakes with apple, your favourite" the male voice sang.
I'm coming."
She jumped into a hole in the road. As she landed she looked around.
"Wow."
The walls of the tunnel she was in had been painted. She could see a landscape like there could be above the ground. Flowers, trees, birds in the sky, the sun shining bright. A pond with fish. They looked s if they were real.
*****
He had entered the bedroom again.
"Do you like my humble abode?"
Silence.
"I'm quite happy with it myself. It's a bit dusty, but I do have a nice view."
Suddenly, he couldn't stand the dummy anymore.
"Why don't you go on to the living room? I'll be right with you."
*****
"Do you like my humble abode?"
The voice had now changed to one somewhat familiar. She didn't recognise it yet, though. It came from behind her.
She turned around.
No one to be seen.
"Yes, I like it" she said to the darkness.
"I'm quite happy with it myself. It's a bit dusty, but I do have a nice view."
"You certainly do. Very… real."
"Why don't you go on to the living room? I'll be right with you."
"Okay."
Buffy saw a red curtain, which moved as if there was someone behind it. She walked over and pushed it aside. She saw a low table and two stone benches with cushions on them. She sat down on the one closest to her.
Not at all uncomfortable.
She looked around. More wallpaintings. She saw faces and eyes and hair, and somehow, all of them looked strangely familiar.
"Who's the person on the wall?"
*****
He joined her a couple of minutes later. Alone wasn't so much fun. He looked at the wallpainting of Buffy.
"She's someone very special, don't you think Buffy?" He looked at the dummy. It was staring blankly at the wall.
"She's you."
He picked the doll up and went to the door. He opened it and walked into the room without looking what was in it. He placed the dummy against the wall,then sat down on his knees opposite her.
He mumbled something, inaudible even to himself.
*****
"She's someone very special, don't you think Buffy?" the voice said mysteriously. "She's you."
"What?"
She looked around again, examined the wall from a bigger distance, and realised the voice was right. It was her. Her eyes, her nose, her mouth, her teeth, her hair.
"Why am I here?"
The answer was inaudible.
"What?"
She walked toward a door. That's where the sound was coming from. As she opened it a crack, she saw a man in a leather coat. She couldn't see his face, but his hair was blond. The man was sitting on his knees in front of what could only be described as a dummy.
*****
"I pray for you every day, Slayer. For you and your mum. You deserve something be''er than to see her die. You deserve something better. Someone better. You deserve me."
Was he really saying this? To a dummy?
*****
"I pray for you every day, Slayer. For you and your mum. You deserve something be''er than to see her die. You deserve something better. Someone better. You deserve me."
That was when she recognised the voice.
She opened the door wide and walked up to the man. She stood still beside him.
"Spike?" she askd. "What are you doing?"
He didn't look up, but kept looking at the dummy.
"What is this? Is this a joke?"
"You deserve me."
*****
"You deserve me." He looked at the dummy. Suddenly it changed. It got thinner and smaller and less stiff. He gasped. The dummy was Buffy.
*****
He wasn't talking to her, he was talking to the dummy.
She turned her head and gasped.
The dummy looked exactly like her.
Buffy screamed as she woke with a start. She looked around. She was in her own room. Noone else to be seen. Spikes words still rang in her ears.
"Oh God, what a dream."
*****
"Argh!!!"
He sat up straight, eyes wide.
This can't be true, where am I?
He looked around. Everything was dark. He could smell a corpse nearby.
"Oh God, what a dream."