Title: Emotions
Author: Faith
Part: 3/?
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
"Excuse me?" Buffy had been standing in the doorway, and had only listened to
the last part of the exchange, but there was only one reason for traveling
the Ghost Roads, and that was to see the Gatekeeper. "I know you did not just
tell my LITTLE sister about the Ghost Roads."
Spike took an unneeded breath of air. Uh-oh. "I wasn't suggestion anything.
She was just asking about any mystical roads, and those were the on..." He
stopped talking immediatly when he saw Buffy's expression.
"Dawn," she said with carefully practiced patience, "go into Spike's crypt
and stay inside till I say." Dawn looked like she was about to say something,
but abruptly stopped at Buffy's expression. As soon as Dawn was out of
hearing range, Buffy looked at Spike and gave him a nice hard punch to the
jaw.
She could hear the nice sound of flesh meeting flesh. She was immensly
pleased to see blood trickling down his chin.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" Spike looked up at her in suprise. "What
the hell did I do now that deserved that lovely punch in the face?"
Buffy looked at him in silence. She looked at his pale features in the early
dawn. She had to admit that he looked good in the duster he was wearing.
Underneath the signature duster was a black shirt that perfectly fitted to
his muscular chest. She couldn't help but think what his chest would look
like without the shirt. Her cheeks flamed with color. She looked down at the
floor.
"Somethin wrong Slayer?" She looked up at the sudden worry in his voice.
"Stay away from my sister. If you even THINK of opening a portal to a Ghost
Road and bug the Gatekeeper, which I may remind you, you and Dru TORTURED for
a few months, I'll stake you myself like I should've done." With that, she
turned and marched into the crypt. "Dawn, we're getting out of here."
"But, but..." Dawn was sputtering. "I don't want to leave!"
I can't believe this. She was getting annoyed. Too much was happening, and
Angel was supposed to be down to help out for a while, and now SPIKE was
saying, Let's get on the Ghost Roads to see I guy who will probably stake me.
"I don't care what you want little girl," Buffy's temper was flaring. But
Dawn's reply came as a shock.
"I'm older than you Buffy, so don't call me little." Dawn was sneering now.
"I will do what I want." With that, she ran out of the crypt.
"Dawn!" Buffy called after her. The distress in her voice was not unnoticed.
"She'll come back, Slayer." Spike whispered comfortingly in her ear.
He was thanked with a punch to the jaw. She then walked out of the crypt
after her sister.
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Author: Faith
Part: 3/?
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
"Excuse me?" Buffy had been standing in the doorway, and had only listened to
the last part of the exchange, but there was only one reason for traveling
the Ghost Roads, and that was to see the Gatekeeper. "I know you did not just
tell my LITTLE sister about the Ghost Roads."
Spike took an unneeded breath of air. Uh-oh. "I wasn't suggestion anything.
She was just asking about any mystical roads, and those were the on..." He
stopped talking immediatly when he saw Buffy's expression.
"Dawn," she said with carefully practiced patience, "go into Spike's crypt
and stay inside till I say." Dawn looked like she was about to say something,
but abruptly stopped at Buffy's expression. As soon as Dawn was out of
hearing range, Buffy looked at Spike and gave him a nice hard punch to the
jaw.
She could hear the nice sound of flesh meeting flesh. She was immensly
pleased to see blood trickling down his chin.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" Spike looked up at her in suprise. "What
the hell did I do now that deserved that lovely punch in the face?"
Buffy looked at him in silence. She looked at his pale features in the early
dawn. She had to admit that he looked good in the duster he was wearing.
Underneath the signature duster was a black shirt that perfectly fitted to
his muscular chest. She couldn't help but think what his chest would look
like without the shirt. Her cheeks flamed with color. She looked down at the
floor.
"Somethin wrong Slayer?" She looked up at the sudden worry in his voice.
"Stay away from my sister. If you even THINK of opening a portal to a Ghost
Road and bug the Gatekeeper, which I may remind you, you and Dru TORTURED for
a few months, I'll stake you myself like I should've done." With that, she
turned and marched into the crypt. "Dawn, we're getting out of here."
"But, but..." Dawn was sputtering. "I don't want to leave!"
I can't believe this. She was getting annoyed. Too much was happening, and
Angel was supposed to be down to help out for a while, and now SPIKE was
saying, Let's get on the Ghost Roads to see I guy who will probably stake me.
"I don't care what you want little girl," Buffy's temper was flaring. But
Dawn's reply came as a shock.
"I'm older than you Buffy, so don't call me little." Dawn was sneering now.
"I will do what I want." With that, she ran out of the crypt.
"Dawn!" Buffy called after her. The distress in her voice was not unnoticed.
"She'll come back, Slayer." Spike whispered comfortingly in her ear.
He was thanked with a punch to the jaw. She then walked out of the crypt
after her sister.
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