Sorry, this is a short chapter.
Chapter 8
Buffy stood in a place with no atmosphere. There was nothing in sight, just barren land. She shivered.
"Slayer."
She spun around. There, in front of her, stood a demon. Her eyes widened. She recognized him. He was the thing that killed Spike. Red skin, yellow eyes, those pointed nails.
Anger built up inside her. "Why am I here?" she demanded.
He ignored her, stepping forward. Something in his gaze chilled her. It was like he could see her very core.
"What do you want with me!?" she cried.
He grinned. "Not you, my dear." He grabbed her shoulders. He leaned toward her ear. "It's what's inside you," he whispered.
His hands trailed down her body. She couldn't move. He stopped at her middle. She gasped as he scratched across it.
A shrill cackle escaped him. Buffy clutched her stomach.
"It is too late now. It's already imbedded in your depths," he told her.
She shook her head, crying.
"There's nothing you can do about it. I'm going to snatch it away from you." He flipped his wrist, then scratched her again. Buffy screamed.
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Buffy jolted up in bed. She buried her face in her hands. Strong arms embraced her. She leaned into them.
Soon, she was under control again. She pulled away from Spike, leaving the bed. She put on some clothes in a hurry.
"What's wrong, luv?" Spike asked. He looked over at her with concern.
She snapped her jeans. "I'm going to the bathroom," she simply stated.
She left a very perplexed ex-vampire and entered the bathroom. She turned on the faucet. After staring at the water for a good two minutes, she splashed some on her face. Then she gazed into the mirror.
There was only a woman. The image of a frightened twenty-year-old. Who happened to sometimes have dreams come true.
Someone came up beside her. She fell into Spike' arms. Tears ran down her cheeks. "It was a dream. Just a dream," she sputtered.
Spike stroked her hair. He didn't know what the slayer had dreamed, but it must have been horrible. He knew some of her dreams came to pass. But Buffy needed comfort, not reason.
"Yeh, Buffy, it was only a dream," he murmured.
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It was three weeks later. The Summers had adjusted to their extra member. The scoobies were surprised, but came to accept the change. Well, except Xander. He gave disapproving glares at Spike every chance he got.
Joyce's room was supposed to be Spike's, but he was hardly there. He spent nights with Buffy. They didn't have sex, but cuddled against each other. He knew something had shaken her up from that dream. She seemed so fragile lately. He almost asked her about it once, but didn't. She would tell him when she was ready.
Buffy sat on the toilet. It should have come two weeks ago. She was never late.
The timer went off and she jumped. With a trembling hand, she grabbed the stick. She examined it. The object fell from her fingers.
Buffy collapsed to the tiled floor. Sobs wracked her body. She couldn't do this. She could barely take care of herself and Dawn. She couldn't be a mother.
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Yeah, I know, not very original. Everyone has Spike become human and Buffy have a baby. I don't care! This is just for fun. I am enjoying this very much, and I hope you are too. Till next time, a due.