part4
When We
Are Weak - Part 4 to "All that Heaven
Allows"
by: Isabelle
-Disclaimer: All of the main characters are owned by Josh
Weddon and the WB. Lyrics are Dreaming my Dreams by The
Cranberries.
-Rated: Pg-13 (Language, Adult Situations)
-Summary: Fourth part of Spike and Buffy series. S/B related.
Spike and Buffy are taken by a rich underground demon-group with
the purpose of being sold in an auction for millions. The plot
thickens as they grow closer to each other and try to find a way
back home. This story is set right after Season 4, so Season 5
hasen't happened, and won't happen.
-Author's Note: Please send feedback! Tell me what you think,
I am far from done, many surprises ahead! My email is bih80@yahoo.com
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//KNOCK//knock//
"Come in."
"Moa, Kapitan."
"Oh Lawrence, my boy, come
here." Roderick signaled for him to join them.
Lawrence braced himself and walked
in confidently.
"Highnesses, this is Lawrence
Maltevilla, son of Parisiano Maltevilla." Roderick said
proudly as the young man entered.
Lawrence bowed in the presence of
the royals.
"Magesties." he said
looking to the ground in reverence.
"My lord Sethos, my lady
Kamilah, this is the young noble we've been working with for our
special project." Roderick said as the young man took the
adequate chair.
Kamilah studied the handsome man
and smiled. Her purple eyes twinkled in delight. "Really?
Tell me sir, how are they?"
Lawrence looked at the princess,
she looked like a replica of Princess Jasmine from that Disney
movie he had seen long ago. She was gorgeous, and she knew it.
Lean, toned, body, exposing a hard stomach. Eyes large and
purplelish, hair as black as the night, long and straight, it
went down to her waist. She wore fine jewels and gold, but not
excessively, just right. She was standing by a dark window, her
frame stood, proud and elegant.
He smiled. "They are very
much upset by their position."
She frowned. "Upset? I would
think that they would be honored. Don't you think brother?"
Lawrence looked at the quiet
figure that was seated on a large golden chair by the fire. He
looked young, his features were soft and elegant, passive. He
looked almost kind. His thick black hair was pulled back and tied
at the nape of his neck were it hung mid-back. He was dressed in
a khaki suit, so fine was the cloth it, shinned. His eyes were
the richest, darkest black it settled an unerving peace.
He glared at his sister and
sighted. "I suppose so, my sister."
Lawrence clearly saw who ran the
royal court as she grinned almost evily at her dominance.
"Tell me Mr.
Maltevilla." she started. "Are they a handsome
couple?"
Lawrence was taken back by her
question and her almost purring sound. "Y-y-e-yes, I suppose
they are, majesty."
"Suppose?" she asked
raising her eyebrow.
"Well, I know, I mean she is,
majesty, very beautiful." he stammered. He was getting
uneasy by the moment. This woman was a black spider, beautiful
and dangerous.
"Beautiful, really?" she
asked almost annoyed.
"Not as lovely as you, my
lady." Roderick said from his side of the room where he
watched amused as the scene before him was played out.
Kamilah paused and looked up at
her secret lover smiling, "No need for reasurrance,
Roderick." she turned her attention back to Lawrence who was
sitting stiff as a board. "Tell me about the master vampire,
is he handsome?"
Buffy seems to think so.
He thought bitterly remembering how she had held his hand for
reassurance.
"She does, does she?"
Kamilah asked smiling.
Lawrence's head shot up, startled
at how easily the woman had read his thoughts.
Kamilah smiled at the
unexperienced youth and turned to Roderick. "Darling, you
had not informed me things were getting interesting."
Roderick smiled at her intuition.
She fascinated him, she was probably the only creature on earth
more dangerous than him.
"A slayer, trusting a
vampire?" she asked amused in delight.
Roderick simply nodded as he stood
up with an evil smile on his face.
"What about the
vampire?" she asked amuzed. "How does he feel about the
slayer?"
"Oh, he's definitely
stricken." Lawrence pipped in. "Majesty."
A delightful smile crossed
Kamilah's face. "How perfectly ironic."
"Takes an interesting turn in
events, does it not?" Roderick smiled as he reached the
feminine figure.
"Do you really think you
should mess with matters of the heart, sister?" Sethos asked
from where he was sitting. He was annoyed at the malignant power
his sister possessed.
She turned to the prince.
"Brother, don't be such a slump." she turned to
Roderick. "What delicious goody do you have planned for
them?"
Roderick cocked his head.
"Something so delightful, they won't know what hit
them."
Lawrence shivered at his master's
words, he hated the idea of Spike and Buffy, but seeing them
everyday had shown him their comaradeship and devotion, whether
they admitted it or not. So at the mention of their suffering an
acid feeling reached his gut.
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Reality was something she coveted
at this moment. She had forgotten who she was, where she was, and
who were all these people looking at her so intently.
Then she remembered. Buffy........................
Her daughter had been missing for
almost two weeks, the others tought her alive, but she felt her
dead.
Cordilia had a vision the day
before, that had the others searching frantically for something
that would lead to clues to where Buffy and Spike were at.
She moaned internally as she sunk
her head further into her pillow. Her baby, her little girl was
out there.
Take care of her
Spike,....Please.............
She knew he would.
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She watched as Taqa slept. He was
so peaceful, so fullfilled, she envied him.
Today was Spike's operation and
they had no idea what was to be expected. She had been granted
permission to be with Spike during the operation and she intended
to do just that, she was not leaving his side until he came
awake.
Lawrence said it was going to be
painful but again, they had no idea what to expect.
She sat alone in the little room
that Taqa's withered body occupied. He was so fragile, she could
break him so easily, but in a couple of days she would be as
helpless as a kitten.
She shuddered at dread of the
coming hours.
Right now she had to be strong,
strong for Spike, right now he needed her, and she was going to
play the part.
Although he had not said it, she
felt he too was scared. Scared of what might happen, of never
waking up, of leaving her behind, and of many forbidden topics
that were off limits to their conversations.
"Love,...." the small
figure whispered from the bed.
Buffy immediately jumped up and
reached for Taqa's hand. He liked feeling their touch, her's and
Spike's.
But she was alone, Spike said he
had business to discuss with the immortals, she let him. The
other prisoners felt their own fate press on their shoulders and
made little quarrel with each other.
"Taqa?"
"Oh little one......how grand
life is." he said softly looking at her. Strong tired eyes
that held her gaze and read her inside out."Your fear has
woken me."
"I'm sorry....."
"No, I will not have
it." he said squeezing her hand lightly.
Buffy smiled at the old wiseman.
"You must not fear for
William, he is a good man." he said looking at her eyes.
"He will come back, he always does."
She smiled sadly. "Yes, he
always comes back, doesn't he?"
The man smiled and nodded. "A
good one, William is." he exhaled lightly.
"Yes, good........good."
"Child," he began
"You remind me of an old proverb. It says: Once bitten by a
snake, she is scared all her life at the mere sight of a
rope."
Buffy's brows wrinkled. She hated
ancient talk, it reminded her of Giles and his prophecies.
He smiled at her frustration.
"It means that those who are discouraged by their first
failure are afraid of trying again."
She understood and saddly nodded.
Angel, her fear was Angel. Loving a vampire, suffering for it.
Afraid of letting go, afraid of being left all alone, again.
Searching in the wrong places. A tear slid down her face.
"But Spike is evil,
he's....he's not sorry for anything. Would that not also be going
against my destiny, against my path." her voice was soft and
quivering.
"William" he smiled.
"That one is a deceiver with a mouth of a dager and a heart
of Tofu."
She laughed lightly at his
analysis that became all too real.
"Life, life is a grand path.
It can be beautiful, it can be deadly. To spend your life
calculating what is right and wrong will lead you to death. To
spend your life listening to your heart and allowing it to guide
you will lead you to beauty. Beauty that does not fade, beauty
that does not go away. Death can be right in your face, yet all
you will see is beauty."
"He is death..." She
whispered in realization and her eyes widened.
"Yet, all you see is his
beauty."
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Part of him was jumping for joy at
the thought of the events that were moments from occuring. The
other part of him wanted to bolt from the room and get her out of
there before he would loose his chances of getting her out. He
knew she was no defenseless kitty, but it was the instinct in him
that drove him into this overprotective state of despondensy.
They entered the lit room and
Buffy gasped at its contents. This was no place to hold an
operation as delicate as she knew this would be.
The room looked like a
revisitation of old classics movies from the forties. With mildew
green color for its walls, and heavy metal instruments placed in
a tray next to a stiff hospital-like bed.
She gulped, scared that perhaps
she had too many hopes and expectations.
Behind her Spike was not far from
her anxiety. This place looked un-healthy. This was no ER. This
was just some clean room in an underground facility that was used
for miscellaneus purposes, not for a brain surgery like this one.
The nurse asked him to come with
her to another room so they could disinfect his head, and Buffy
was taken to another room were she had to scrub down her arms if
she wanted to remain throughout the operation.
The separation made her itchy, but
he gave her a reassuring look and she gathered her wits for him.
Once again they were back together
in the room with the white table and heavy metal tools that
looked like torture devices. The doctor appeared and asked him
some questions before leading him to a mini x-ray room.
After taking some pictures of the
position of the chip they were ready to continue with the actual
'work'.
By this time Buffy was trembling,
she hated hospitals, and this one, though older, made her
skimmish.
The nurse asked Spike to lay on
the rigid operating table and he complied taking off his coat and
handing it to Buffy.
Buffy stood watching, not sure of
what to do, but she was addressed by the nurse who brought an old
chair for Buffy to sit next to the patient.
Buffy looked at Spike who was now
getting an anesthesia shot in the inside of his arm. She tried to
read his features but was unable to figure it out. She usually
could. She frowned and he caught her.
"Hey. No worries." he
said looking at her.
She shook her head and smiled.
"None at all."
"Good."
The doctor place a curtain like
device that stoped on top of Spike's forehead so he could work
privately and Buffy would not faint at the sight of the open
skull procedure.
He was getting groogy, but he
fought it, afraid that these last minutes would be his last, and
he was truly not prepared to leave this world he liked so much.
Buffy sensed his nerves of
hesitation and steped in instinctively. She took his white cold
hand in her warm one and bend over so he could clearly see her.
His blue eyes were dreamy and
foggy. He was fighting the urge to close them, wanting to see her
one last time. He gently squeezed her hand in reassurance.
"I'll be here when you wake
up." she whispered and placed her free hand on top of his
firm chest rubbing it lightly in a comforting gesture.
He managed a small smile
"Good." he whispered. He was leaving, he felt it and
his body when in instant panic. He didn't want to leave, there
was much to do much to say,......something was wrong.
She felt his body start as a swift
tremble and now it was shaking uncontrollably.
"Try to relax, Spike."
The doctor said from his position at the end of the table.
"You have to relax, sir. If not, you can go into a
seizure."
Alarms went off in Buffy's head at
the thought of him dying like this.
"It's ok, Spike. Look....I'm
here." she said in a soothing tone leaning in closer on him.
His eyes were barely open but he could see her, she was worried.
"Keep talking to him, he
needs to relax." The doctor said concerned. The patient was
now in convulsive shivers.
She reached up and started lightly
rubbing his scar eyebrow. "Relax, Spike, please......you
need to relax.......calm down.......its ok." she said in
soothing murmmurs.
Spike could hear her, so soft, so
sweet, he was sure he was in a dream. She was being gentle,
comforting, touching him with out pulling away.
Yes, it was definitely a dream.
She looked so beautiful above him,
dreamlike, angelike, so soft and pure. He wanted to reach out and
touch the golden hair that fell lightly around her face.
His eyes were drifting, again he
couldn't fight it.
Then he heard her, so far away yet
so clear. Whispering lighly on his ear.
"All my past life is mine
no more; The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams given
o'er, Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.
The time that is to come is
not; How can it then be mine?
The present moment's all my
lot; And that, as fast as it is got,
Phillis, is only thine.
Then talk no more of
inconstancy, False hearts, and broken vows;
If I by miracle, can be This
live-long minute true to thee,
'Tis all that haven
allows."
He drifted, giving up his fight,
the last thing he heard was her sweet voice whispering in his
ear. The last thing he felt was her warm hand soothing his face.
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All the things you said to me
today,
Change my perspective in every
way.
These things count to mean so
much to me,
Into my faith, you and your
baby.
He walked in the sun. It felt like
tingling glimmers that burned him in a pure and suptle way. He
looked at the blue heavens, how he missed their color.
A blue so exquisite, so radiant,
that he had never forgotten it. It called to him, luring him to
come play with them.
The grass was cold and soft on his
bare feel and he felt like running and shouting of happiness.
Behind him, he heard the light laughter of a little girl,
shrieking with happiness.
There she was in a field full of
fresh spring daisies running to her mother. Something so right,
so pure and so envious of this picture panged in his heart.
The woman was petite but strong,
dressed in a long white dress that flowed in the breeze yet clung
to her body. Her golden hair was loose, soft waves caressing her
mid-back. She squated down and held her arms open for the little
girl to run happily in to them.
The child was an angel. Couldn't
be more than four years old, he thought. She was dressed in a
dress the color of the purest blue sky. Her hair was strong waves
of brown that clashed her pale, almost white skin. But her eyes,
they were the brightest blue, large and clear, there was
something familiar about those eyes as if he had seen them so
long ago.
The child ran to the golden woman,
dimples forming in multiple places on her face while she giggled
when her mother picked her up and spined her in the air.
So pure, this is perfecion,
he thought.
Then the golden woman turned to
him, and his jaw almost dropped when he saw that it was a smiling
Buffy. A smile so real, so pure, he had only seen it once, and
she was under the 'will' spell.
But here she was, smiling at him
with nothing but love in her eyes.
"Come on, my love." she
said looking at him, still smilling.
The child smiled at him brightly.
"C'mon, daddy! Mommy's making us lemonade." The child
said brightly.
He could just stand there and be
lost in the moment. How cruel a vision could be. This here, was
something he would never have. Not in the sun, not in the grass
with flowers, not with a loving-smiling Buffy, not with a child
that resembled him so much.
He noticed that Buffy's stomach
was swollen lightly, indicating months of pregnancy.
His heart droped and he felt tears
of rage in his eyes. This vision was tearing him apart. He would
do anything to have this life. To stay in this moment for
eternity. Just to float with these ghost of never-never land that
he so loved.
The scene before him froze and
Buffy was left motionless, smiling at him with their child at
hand. The child was left looking at him smiling with the clear
blue eyes that reflected his own, dimples describing her little
face.
This was heaven. He felt his heart
crumble underneath his skin as he watched the 'photograph'
standstill before him.
"Beautiful aren't they?"
asked the man who walked up behind him.
He glanced over to find a walking,
healthy Taqa, smiling at the scene before them.
"Why show me this, Taqa, why
torture me?" he said growing in anger at his vision.
"No torture."
"YES TORTURE! How could
you?" he asked enraged. "You know this is something I
could never have."
"Why not William?" the
old man asked looking at him.
"You know why! I am a
vampire! She's a slayer! She's alive, I am NOT!" He ran his
trembling hand over his blond hair.
"Look at her, she looks so
happy." Taqa commented looking at the woman.
"I know." Spike said
biterly.
"You made her happy."
"This is a mirage, a vision,
something that is not true." he almost screamed in
frustration.
"You know." the man
begun. "You're only man who has been able to make her that
happy."
Spike shook his head in defeat.
"That was a spell, its wasn't real, our feelings weren't
real, its was a cruel joke."
"Ah,....yes, a spell."
he said nodding. "What was the spell?"
Spike took an unneeded breath.
"Willow willed us to be engaged."
"Where you in love?" the
man asked.
"Of course I was, I was days
from walking down a bleeding altar with her."
"But that was not the will of
the spell." the man asked looking at Spike.
"What are you implying?"
Spike asked curiously glaring at the wiseman.
"Only that one does not need
love to be married, yet you two where very much in love."
Spike shook his head in painful
surrender. "She's not in love with me. She's too hard
headed, like me."
"In that you're right."
"Then again, why show me
this....this....this illusion?" he said saddly.
Taqa held out his hands showing
off the pasture, making Spike look around. "Do you like this
life, William?" he said loudly.
Spike looked around in
appreciation. The grass was perfect green, the sky was perfect
blue, and his women were perfect in everyway.
"It's heaven." he gasped
almost in a whisper.
"Then make heaven allow it,
William. Fight for it!"
Spike was flying again, in pure
black mist, fight for it, fight for it, fight for
it....................
It's out there, It's out
there.
It's out there, If you want me
I'll be here
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(July 14 @ Sunnydale, CA)
"You need to eat
something."
"I know." Angel said
from his large armchair in the masion. Him and Cordilia had moved
in there the day they came to Sunnydale. He looked up at her. She
was leaning one hand on the wall and the other was gently placed
on her tilted hip.
"But you still haven't
eaten." she stated. She was worried. He was usually broody,
but this was something else, she wondered if there were
psychologist for vampires.
"I know." He repeated
looking back at the window. It was light outside so he was
confined to stay within the walls for a few more hours.
"A penny for your
thoughts." she said moving across the room and taking the
chair next to him.
He looked at her, yup, definitely
worried.
"You know what I am
thinking." He said looking back at the window.
"Do you think he'll hurt
her?" she asked.
"Spike?"
She nodded.
"No, I don't think he
would." he said looking at her.
"Why not?" she inquired,
she definitely did not trust the blonde vampire.
"I know Spike, and I know the
William in him,......he's too much of a hero." he said
slowly.
"A hero?" she stated
"Angel, he's a killer, I mean, I know you're worried as it
is, but everyone has failed to notice that she's not with a
'good' guy, she's with Spike, the homocidal killer..."
"Cordy, I know." he said
leaning foward. "But again, I know Spike. When he's around a
woman long enough he'll grow protective of her, the last thing
he'll do is harm her, on the contrary what I am afraid is the
opposite."
Cordilia came into realization and
her jaw dropped. "OH, OH.............well.....that is
definitely something new."
Angel's jaw tightened. The tought
of Buffy with Spike made his stomach churn, but at least she
wasn't alone. Spike,.....if you let anything happen to
her,....I swear I'll drown you in Holy Water. He talked
silently to the vampire.
"I know." he repeated.
"Will you stop with the 'I
knows'?" she said wearily. "Angel, listen to me,
wherever they are the fates don't want us to know, not yet,
anyways. So please for once, just for once, trust your
childe,.............and I can't believe I just asked you to trust
Spike, but I am, and we should ask the others to do the
same."
Angel looked up at her and smiled,
a real smile, the smile that only Cordy could bring. "You
know in your moments of 'Fendi-lessness', I actually think you're
smart."
Cordy gave him an irritated look.
"Don't compliment me, cowboy, you can't afford me" she
smiled at her quick comeback. "Now come on, go drink your
blood, I mean not literally,.....well you know what I mean."
"Yeah Cody, I know what you
mean." He said and followed her to the kitchen.
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I'll be dreaming my dreams
with you
I'll be dreaming my dreams
with you
And there's no other place,
That I'd lay down my face.
I'll be dreaming my dreams
with you
The doctor had sewn him up about
two hours ago and the nurses had placed him on a wheelchair and
rolled him down to their room. They had layed him carefully on
his bed.
Buffy had taken off his some of
his clothes to make him more comfortable. He was now lying naked
from the waist up with a thin white sheet that covered his legs
up to mid-waist.
He looked deathly pale.
The doctor had said that he would
be out for a couple of hours, just to keep an eye on him, he was
a vampire and would recover very fast.
So she waited.
At first she had pulled a chair
next to his bed and sat there talking to him, while holding his
hand and rubbing his chest lightly.
But after an hour she felt she
needed more contact, she needed to feel him alive.
He was a corpse at the moment. He,
Spike, was not there.
So she stood and layed next to him
placing his dead arm around her waist and leaning her head on his
shoulder, while her fingers drew lazy pictures on his bare chest.
He felt so cold and this frighten
her. The doctor said he would awake with a lot of pain in his
head, but it would swiftly go away in a couple of hours. Buffy
hated the doctor, he was so impersonal, treating Spike like a
side hobby he did when he was bored.
She had asked him about Spike's
strength, and the doctor said that was gone when they gave him
the "special" anesthesia. Buffy fumed, they gave him no
warning! He was going to wake up weak and in pain.
She braced herself for the
vampire's temper, that she knew would explode at the discovery.
"Did I ever tell you about
the time when I burned down my old high school's gym?" she
asked the body. She lifted her gaze to his still face.
His hard lines seemed softened. He
looked innocent, he looked young. Peaceful. She thought.
She traced her finger lightly
around his face memorizing everyline. "You are so
beautiful..."
His cheekbones where hollow and
lifted at the same time. She knew that this is what gave off his
bad ass appearance and smiled as she remembered the first time
she saw him. He had scared the crap out of her.
When at first he had moved out of
the shadows in the alley behind the Bronze she saw him as
dangerous. But the type of danger you want to love. Like the
adventure you're dying to go on, the wild ride that he would
bring. Fine as hell. Was her thoughts, she remembered.
But then he had to ruin it all being....a vampire and all cocky
and conscided does that.
She felt fire when she was near
him, like you wanted to dust him and kiss him at the same time.
His entire body language had been suggestive. Almost as if he had
said that first day "What happends Saturday?", "I
shag you."
Well that would have taken a
different turn in their relationship.
She would have never liked him in
an 'I hate you so much' type of a way. Probably would have killed
him that very night.
Every guy she had met up to that
point have swooned over her. Even Angel, in their first meeting
she had seen the want in his eyes. But not Spike, yeah it was
foreplay, but in a 'look what you ain't getting' type of
foreplay.
He pissed her off so much that it
burned her. Then she remembered when she had dropped that organ
on him.
She cringed.
"Sorry" she whispered.
"Well you deserved it, and besides, if I hadn't done it you
would have never come to me for help with Angelus, then Drusilla
would have never left you, and you would have not tried to get
the gem of Amara, then you wouldn't have come back to Sunnydale
to be captured, and you wouldn't have that chip in your head, and
I wouldn't have been 'engaged' to you, and right now I would not
be in love with you."
She gasped.
What if he heard her? She couldn't
believe that she said the forbidden words out loud.
Damn. She cursed herself
silently.
It's out there, It's out there
It's out there, If you want me
I'll be there
But looking at him now, all the
past seemed not to matter. Right now he looked defenseless,
vulnerable, begging to be loved. She reached up and kissed his
lips lightly, enjoying the coldness of them. Good on a hot
summer day. She thought smilling.
"Spike,......if you can hear
me at all,......please........I need you to come back......I need
you Spike, we'll make it through, you and I, if we make it here,
we can make it anywhere."
A tear slid down her cheek and
landed on his nose, she bent down and kissed it off, pausing
briefly to smell him.
He smelled so good, just like
him,.....musky and manly.
"Do we really need
weapons for this?"
,"I just like
'em. Make me feel all manly." She smiled, remembering.
"We have a twisted history,
Spike, dont we?" she asked. "Let's continue it,
please,....don't let this be the last page." she gulped her
tears back. "I want to.....I want to take that adventure
with you, that wild ride,.......that escape that only you can
give me, please, my love." she was trembling with fear.
"Don't leave me,........it's not our time,.....it's not your
time." Tears were coming freely and slidding down her
flushed cheeks. "Wake up and tell me you love me, I know you
do." She pressed her nose to his cheekbone. "Wake up
and tell me everything's gonna be ok." she sobbed.
I'll be dreaming my dreams
with you
I'll be dreaming my dreams
with you
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"He said that?" Roderick
asked the young man in front of him.
"Yes, Moa Kapitan."
Lawrence nodded.
"Well my nephew's mouth
always had a way of running away with itself." He said
lighting his cuban cigar and exhaling dark smoke into the room.
"Nephew, master?"
Lawrence asked interested.
"Yeah.........unfortunately
he's the childe of Angelus, who is the childe of Darla, my
'sister' since we were both sired by the master." He seemed
bored with the conversation and Lawrence decided not to press him
any more.
"What would you like me to do
with the 'specials'?" he asked turning his body to point at
the screen of two forms lying in bed.
"Let them be, he'll soon wake
up. They'll get what's coming to them." he said as smoke
engulfed the room. "The princess is not as mercyful as
me."
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And there's no other place,
That I'd lay down my face
I'll be dreaming my dreams of
you
The first thing he felt was
warmth. Sweet human body warmth, then he heard a steady heart
beat and the enticing sound of blood running through veins.
He stirred.
Then it hit him, like a thousand
waves of holy water pouring and simmering in his head, he was in
pain, real pain, pain he had never before thought possible. This
was worse than when Drusilla had pulled him from beneath that
bloody organ.
He squeezed his eyes shut trying
to block it away, but the ardor was taking over his self-control.
She felt him move underneath her
and almost jumped.
He was semi-conscious. She could
tell by the way his lips had pressed together in contortion of
pain. His eyes, though closed, were jumping underneath the clear
tender skin of his eyelids.
"Spike?" she asked
softly.
He heard her and wanted to call
out to her but he was afraid he would loose the little control he
had managed to hold on to. Then he felt her fingers interlock
with his.
He squeezed her hand.
She nearly jumped at the tight
pressure. His pressure on her bones hurt and she winced.
He wanted to let go of her hand
but his body needed a escape chamber.
"Are you in pain?" she
asked.
Concentrate, mate, let her
know you still alive,........for now. He thought.
With all the strength he could
gather, he slowly opened his eyes to focus on her.
His eyes were glazed with pain,
his jaw was so tight she thought he might crack it.
"A lot?" she asked
placing one hand gently on his cheek.
He nodded lightly.
Buffy reacted instantly and sat up
and lifted Spike's limp body, craddling his head against her
chest, enveloping one arm around his cold bare back and her other
hand came up to his hair.
She rocked him lightly back and
forth while he shivered in pain, whispering soothing words in his
ear. She softly combed her small fingers throught his blonde
head. The insition was completely healed and the only trace left
from the operation was a small scar that had lost the hairs in it
leaving a clean bald spot.
Her comforting contact brought the
pain down considerably. Maybe it was wearing off, maybe it was
the fact that she held him in such an intimate embrace. He felt
her heart beat on his ear, and her skin burned against his. The
tingling sensation of her small hands caressing his burning head
was absorbable.
Those tiny hands that he had
fought for so long, only feeling them in rough fists hitting his
body to cause him pain, were now healing him.
Then her soft whispering words
drowned him in ecstacy and he cursed not being able to roughly
take her in his arms and kiss her. To be all weak and vulnerable
was not bad, the pain was possible..... if she just held him like
this, he would make it a daily routine to be in pain.
He didn't recall how long she held
him, rocking him back and forth, whispering, stroking,
hugging,....he just knew he wanted to stay like that forever.
Here in the arms of his mortal enemy, here in the arms of the
woman he loved.
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The morning rays had woken him and
now he made his way carefully to the door for the morning
newspaper. His eyes not yet fixed or in prime shape, he
carelessly bent to pick up the paper, surprised to have it
missing.
He groaned and looked at his
watch, 9:24, the paper should have been here hours ago. He
thought
Looking back down at the brick
entrance he saw a manila envelope.
Without thinking twice about it he
bent down and picked it up.
Carelessly he moved to the kitchen
to start his tea, he needed to awake. After filling the kettle
with water and placing it on top of the crimson circle he turned
his attencion to the unexpected package that sat looking at him
from the counter.
He picked it up and inspected it,
no return address, no stamp, nothing only "To: Rupert
Giles"
Stange. He thought
He ripped the package open and out
of the manilla envelope fell a piece of plain white paper. He
turned it to see what on earth this could mean. All it said was:
"Four Days Till the
Auction"
He reread the note over and over,
when out of realization a sick feeling settled on his stomach. He
felt bile rise to his throat and ran to the bathroom to expell
the substance.
After of few minutes of shakingly
composing himself he ran to the phone, thinking quick he dialed
the appropriate person.
After a few rings the sleepy voice
came through the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Angel?"
"Giles, what's wrong?"
"It think I know what
happened to Spike and Buffy."
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