Part 20
Buffy stared at the ashes for a few seconds before her knees buckled and she fell to the floor, fainting. Luckily, even in his shock, Spike's vampire reflexes came into play and he caught her before her head hit the floor for the second time. Grabbing a pillow he set it under her head then picked the papers off the floor and flipped to the end of the spell.
He scanned the page trying to see if this was part of the spell, but all it said was, "He shall be reborn," and that could mean a lot of things. Spike too had looked at the clock the second Angel had turned to dust and been scared to see it read 1:01.
It was now only a minute later and Spike almost didn't notice the candles beginning to re-light themselves, one by one around the circle. And the light show they were making in the center of the circle, and the sand-blood mixture rising off of the floor, then the ash dissapearing. *Almost*. He lifted his eyes slowly from the page as he watched the scene before him.
Spike crawled over to Buffy, shaking her awake. She looked so sad his dead heart broke, but he pushed the thoughts away as he pulled her up into a sitting position and directed her sight to the circle.
((AN: Think final scene in "Ghost" here, if you've seen it, because that's the way I pictured it.))
Buffy's eyes lit up in surprise and the two of them stared as the light began to shine on a face then it would flicker away, and then they'd seen the out line of a hand, or a leg standing, but it too would leave. They stared in awe as, like a wave, he appeared, all of him in the light, but then it was gone again. Buffy spared a short glance at Spike, seeing him in as much a shock as she, and quickly back to the circle.
A light like the sun filled the room, and when it dimmed he stood there in front of them. "Angel..." Buffy choaked out a whisper as he slumped to the floor. After the shock left her she rushed to his side, Spike only able to stare. Buffy pulled him to her, crying freely, and smiling as if she held the world in her arms. "Oh God Buffy," he murmurred into her shoulder as he held her.
They sat there on the floor, the circle of candles around them, until Buffy jumped back almost setting herself on fire. Spike quickly went around and blew them all out before coming back to Buffy, who stared wide eyed at Angel, only an arm's length away from him. She shook as she reached a tentive hand to his chest. Silent tears raced down her cheeks as she felt what she'd wished could be there ever since she'd met him, known what he was.
A heartbeat.
The End
Buffy stared at the ashes for a few seconds before her knees buckled and she fell to the floor, fainting. Luckily, even in his shock, Spike's vampire reflexes came into play and he caught her before her head hit the floor for the second time. Grabbing a pillow he set it under her head then picked the papers off the floor and flipped to the end of the spell.
He scanned the page trying to see if this was part of the spell, but all it said was, "He shall be reborn," and that could mean a lot of things. Spike too had looked at the clock the second Angel had turned to dust and been scared to see it read 1:01.
It was now only a minute later and Spike almost didn't notice the candles beginning to re-light themselves, one by one around the circle. And the light show they were making in the center of the circle, and the sand-blood mixture rising off of the floor, then the ash dissapearing. *Almost*. He lifted his eyes slowly from the page as he watched the scene before him.
Spike crawled over to Buffy, shaking her awake. She looked so sad his dead heart broke, but he pushed the thoughts away as he pulled her up into a sitting position and directed her sight to the circle.
((AN: Think final scene in "Ghost" here, if you've seen it, because that's the way I pictured it.))
Buffy's eyes lit up in surprise and the two of them stared as the light began to shine on a face then it would flicker away, and then they'd seen the out line of a hand, or a leg standing, but it too would leave. They stared in awe as, like a wave, he appeared, all of him in the light, but then it was gone again. Buffy spared a short glance at Spike, seeing him in as much a shock as she, and quickly back to the circle.
A light like the sun filled the room, and when it dimmed he stood there in front of them. "Angel..." Buffy choaked out a whisper as he slumped to the floor. After the shock left her she rushed to his side, Spike only able to stare. Buffy pulled him to her, crying freely, and smiling as if she held the world in her arms. "Oh God Buffy," he murmurred into her shoulder as he held her.
They sat there on the floor, the circle of candles around them, until Buffy jumped back almost setting herself on fire. Spike quickly went around and blew them all out before coming back to Buffy, who stared wide eyed at Angel, only an arm's length away from him. She shook as she reached a tentive hand to his chest. Silent tears raced down her cheeks as she felt what she'd wished could be there ever since she'd met him, known what he was.
A heartbeat.
The End