The gods of the dark do sleep, but contrary to popular opinion (amongst
those who know enough to even contemplate such things), they do not dream.
Their sleep is fitful, and it is their waking, however brief a time that
may be, that leads to the nightmares of this world. Wars, death, plagues,
all the things we blame on what we assume are the dreams of beings who are,
themselves, nightmares. It is not the unconcious mind of these ancient,
twisted beings that causes our woes, but a conscious malevolence. How
fortunate we are, then, that they never fully wake, for what horrors would
be visited upon mankind then?
-- From the journal of James Trenton, twenty-first chronicler of the Watcher's Council, August 19th, 1673
"Come on, is that all you've got?"
The vampire was a newborn, recently risen. The clothing it wore was the same as it had been buried in, and dirt and clotted blood clung to the fabric. It growled, and rushed the slight woman who stood before it. The woman dodgedeasily, landing a vicious spinning kick to the back of the thing's head.
She stood over it, and pulled a stake from the leather belt she wore around her waist. "What, not big on the comebacks?" As the vamp turned its head to look at her, she easily plunged the stake into it's back, piercing its heart. It was dust before it could finish the movement.
She straightened her coat, and grumbled when she noticed a dark green stain on the white fabric. "Great."
It had been an easy night for her. The patrol had turned up only two vamps, and both had been less than challenging. She hated to admit it, but she was almost disappointed. Things had been too easy lately, and that always meant something especially bad was coming.
"No rest for the wicked, eh Slayer?" the familiar voice came from behind her. She just shook her head, and turned, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"What are you doing here, Spike?"
The blonde vampire took a step toward her, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he did. "Nothin' on the tele, thought I might go looking for a good time." He took another deep drag on the cigarette, and smirked at the tiny woman. "Care to have a go?"
She sighed, and said "Spike, I told you..."
"I know. We're through, you don't want to hurt me anymore, it was wrong." He shook his head and smiled. "That's not what I meant. There have to be more nasties around here looking for a good thrashing. Come on, you, me, some blood-drenched creature from the pits of hell."
"Sorry to spoil your plans, Spike," she said, stepping back from him, "but there hasn't been much to report on the hellish creature front lately. Except maybe you."
"Oh, I'm hurt," he said, a look of mock pain crossing his face. Then, more seriously, he added "I guess that means I'm back to being a disgusting thing, doesn't it?"
"I didn't mean it like that. I thought you'd be flattered. Or at least find it funny."
Spike moved toward her with catlike grace, closing the distance before she could react. She tried to bring up the stake she still held in her hand, but his hand was already on her wrist, trapping it against her side. "No need for that. If what you want from me, Buffy, is my absence," he said as he released her arm and brought his hands up to eye level, "then you have it. But I want a promise from you."
"If you need me, for anything, you will come ask. Until then, I'll be waiting." Before she even realised it, he was gone. She simply stood, looking at the spot where he had been only a moment before.
"He's probably been practicing that trick for a week," she thought to herself, before turning and heading home.
---
Elsewhere in the world, a child who had not been born cried, as something dark and cruel slithered through his dreams. A woman who had been one of the most powerful witches in the world turned, feeling a presence in the room with her, but found nothing. And the woman who had been her lover huddled in bed, whimpering, sensing the approach of something terrible.
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Notes:
Not my first fanfic, but the first part of the first I am actually happy with. Forgive me if there are continuity slips between this and the show, but my knowledge of the Buffyverse is far from being complete. Also, sorry it is so short, but as written, this was a natural place to end it for now. And I still need to edit the second part.
Please, read and review. There's more, but I'm still not sure if I should post it.
Insecurity is a bitch *grin*
-- From the journal of James Trenton, twenty-first chronicler of the Watcher's Council, August 19th, 1673
"Come on, is that all you've got?"
The vampire was a newborn, recently risen. The clothing it wore was the same as it had been buried in, and dirt and clotted blood clung to the fabric. It growled, and rushed the slight woman who stood before it. The woman dodgedeasily, landing a vicious spinning kick to the back of the thing's head.
She stood over it, and pulled a stake from the leather belt she wore around her waist. "What, not big on the comebacks?" As the vamp turned its head to look at her, she easily plunged the stake into it's back, piercing its heart. It was dust before it could finish the movement.
She straightened her coat, and grumbled when she noticed a dark green stain on the white fabric. "Great."
It had been an easy night for her. The patrol had turned up only two vamps, and both had been less than challenging. She hated to admit it, but she was almost disappointed. Things had been too easy lately, and that always meant something especially bad was coming.
"No rest for the wicked, eh Slayer?" the familiar voice came from behind her. She just shook her head, and turned, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"What are you doing here, Spike?"
The blonde vampire took a step toward her, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he did. "Nothin' on the tele, thought I might go looking for a good time." He took another deep drag on the cigarette, and smirked at the tiny woman. "Care to have a go?"
She sighed, and said "Spike, I told you..."
"I know. We're through, you don't want to hurt me anymore, it was wrong." He shook his head and smiled. "That's not what I meant. There have to be more nasties around here looking for a good thrashing. Come on, you, me, some blood-drenched creature from the pits of hell."
"Sorry to spoil your plans, Spike," she said, stepping back from him, "but there hasn't been much to report on the hellish creature front lately. Except maybe you."
"Oh, I'm hurt," he said, a look of mock pain crossing his face. Then, more seriously, he added "I guess that means I'm back to being a disgusting thing, doesn't it?"
"I didn't mean it like that. I thought you'd be flattered. Or at least find it funny."
Spike moved toward her with catlike grace, closing the distance before she could react. She tried to bring up the stake she still held in her hand, but his hand was already on her wrist, trapping it against her side. "No need for that. If what you want from me, Buffy, is my absence," he said as he released her arm and brought his hands up to eye level, "then you have it. But I want a promise from you."
"If you need me, for anything, you will come ask. Until then, I'll be waiting." Before she even realised it, he was gone. She simply stood, looking at the spot where he had been only a moment before.
"He's probably been practicing that trick for a week," she thought to herself, before turning and heading home.
---
Elsewhere in the world, a child who had not been born cried, as something dark and cruel slithered through his dreams. A woman who had been one of the most powerful witches in the world turned, feeling a presence in the room with her, but found nothing. And the woman who had been her lover huddled in bed, whimpering, sensing the approach of something terrible.
---
Notes:
Not my first fanfic, but the first part of the first I am actually happy with. Forgive me if there are continuity slips between this and the show, but my knowledge of the Buffyverse is far from being complete. Also, sorry it is so short, but as written, this was a natural place to end it for now. And I still need to edit the second part.
Please, read and review. There's more, but I'm still not sure if I should post it.
Insecurity is a bitch *grin*