Title: Love and Hate
Author: Faith
Part: 2/?
Rating: Haven't decided yet
Disclaimer: I own only the whacked out ideas in my head. Not Spike, but I can
dream.
Distribution: Send it, just let me know where it's going.
Feedback: Of course. babydevil131728@aol.com or spikesslaves@yahoogroups.com
Dawn was becoming agitated. She had looked all over Sunnydale with Spike and
all they had found for a spell to make the town remember Joyce was a
reference to a "Gatekeeper" who could resurrect Joyce.
Problem was he was in Boston.
Dawn knew there was no way for her and Spike to get there without him
becoming fatally sunburned. She looked over at his slumped figure. He had
fluorescent white-blonde hair with striking cobalt blue eyes. Dawn felt she
could lose herself in those eyes...
Spike looked over and caught lil bit staring at him. "You all right lil bit?"
he asked. She suddenly realized she was staring and colored slightly.
"I'm a little tired, that's all," she replied quickly.
"Maybe I should drive you back to Buffy..." he suggested hopefully. By Dawn's
expression, he could tell that she didn't want to. "Well, what do you suggest
we do?"
Dawn looked thoughtful for a few minutes. She finally responded after a few
moments of awkward silence.
"I wanna go to Boston."
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How dare she do this? Right after Mom's funeral? Buffy was beyond livid. All
she could think about was the note on Dawn's bed.
Don't worry about me. I'm with Spike.
Don't worry? She was with an obsessed vampire who should have been staked a
long time ago. She wasn't safe. She'd have been safer with ANGEL as ANGELOUS!
Well, maybe that was a little bit of an exaggeration...
Buffy walked into the deceptively peaceful graveyard. There were few
bloodsuckers that were in her way, but they were easily taken care of. She
was a women with a mission.
Her destination was a desecrated crypt. The marble was cracking, and the
plants had overrun the delicate structure. The door was securely shut.
But not for long. Suddenly, with a fury only the Slayer could have, the door
banged open and flew off the hinges.
Buffy's heart fell in disappointment. The crypt was empty.
Dawn and Spike weren't there.
Author: Faith
Part: 2/?
Rating: Haven't decided yet
Disclaimer: I own only the whacked out ideas in my head. Not Spike, but I can
dream.
Distribution: Send it, just let me know where it's going.
Feedback: Of course. babydevil131728@aol.com or spikesslaves@yahoogroups.com
Dawn was becoming agitated. She had looked all over Sunnydale with Spike and
all they had found for a spell to make the town remember Joyce was a
reference to a "Gatekeeper" who could resurrect Joyce.
Problem was he was in Boston.
Dawn knew there was no way for her and Spike to get there without him
becoming fatally sunburned. She looked over at his slumped figure. He had
fluorescent white-blonde hair with striking cobalt blue eyes. Dawn felt she
could lose herself in those eyes...
Spike looked over and caught lil bit staring at him. "You all right lil bit?"
he asked. She suddenly realized she was staring and colored slightly.
"I'm a little tired, that's all," she replied quickly.
"Maybe I should drive you back to Buffy..." he suggested hopefully. By Dawn's
expression, he could tell that she didn't want to. "Well, what do you suggest
we do?"
Dawn looked thoughtful for a few minutes. She finally responded after a few
moments of awkward silence.
"I wanna go to Boston."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
How dare she do this? Right after Mom's funeral? Buffy was beyond livid. All
she could think about was the note on Dawn's bed.
Don't worry about me. I'm with Spike.
Don't worry? She was with an obsessed vampire who should have been staked a
long time ago. She wasn't safe. She'd have been safer with ANGEL as ANGELOUS!
Well, maybe that was a little bit of an exaggeration...
Buffy walked into the deceptively peaceful graveyard. There were few
bloodsuckers that were in her way, but they were easily taken care of. She
was a women with a mission.
Her destination was a desecrated crypt. The marble was cracking, and the
plants had overrun the delicate structure. The door was securely shut.
But not for long. Suddenly, with a fury only the Slayer could have, the door
banged open and flew off the hinges.
Buffy's heart fell in disappointment. The crypt was empty.
Dawn and Spike weren't there.