Rating: PG-13 (For Spike's swearing. Bad Spike!)
Category: Spike/Dawn.
Summary: Spike's back from LA, 3 years after Buffy's death, chipless, drunk and in a real bad mood…
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or any of the characters, they belong to the brilliant Joss Wheddon, Fox TV, the Grrr Argh bloke etc. I do, however, own Sean. So leave him alone! Unless you ask for permission of course.
Archiving: Yes! Just please tell me where you're putting it.
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Dawn awoke gently and groaned. It felt like every muscle in her legs and arms ached. She wearily rubbed her eyes and shifted her position slightly so she could take in her surroundings. She was in a large stone room with a small, high window set into one of the walls. The bed she was curled up in was large and draped with silk, crimson sheets. Apart from this, the room was bare. After lying there for a while she attempted to sit up and hissed gently when she felt a sharp pain shoot up her arms. Still, she eventually sat up and ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to get the knots out. She then shakily got to her feet and walked towards the door. To her supprise it was unlocked, so she proceeded through it. She recognised this hallway from the night before. She heard faint noises coming from the room she had been tied in the day before.
Walking as quietly as she could, she made her way over to the large stone door at the end of the hallway. Her eyes widened slightly as she realised what was going on. Drawn on the floor were a large pentagram and several symbols she didn't recognise. At each point of the pentagram was a white candle and there were many candles just randomly placed around the room. Spike stood facing Dawn with a blank look on his face. Willow was sat in the chair Dawn had been tied in the day before, half asleep. She looked up at Dawn and smiled.
"Hey, Dawnie. How are you?"
Dawn yawned and smiled back at her.
"I'm fine, thanks."
Spike picked up the bowl of herbs resting on the table next to him.
"Right, now we've finished with the niceties, on with business."
Dawn looked at him questioningly. His eyes were dark and the way stood screamed that any kindness he had shown the night before was replaced by the cockiness he had shown before.
"The spell, Pet, remember? The li'l old witch here was gonna come along, do her mumbo jumbo and then I could bugger off with out a care in the world, yeah?"
Dawn nodded vaguely.
"Right, glad you remember. Now then, Red, you come over here and do your stuff."
Willow yawned and stiffly stood up. She warily walked around the outside of the room to stand next to Spike. She looked at him, uncertain of what to do next. He ignored her and fixed his stare on Dawn.
"Niblett, you stand in the middle."
She attempted to argue but shut her mouth at his glare.
Once she was in position, Spike picked up a large, leather-bound book and opened it at the page he had book-marked. He removed a piece of paper and handed it to Willow.
"Here. These are your lines, actions etc. Just do it and get it over with 'kay?"
Willow took the paper from him and quickly read it. She looked at him and nodded.
"This is a protection spell, right? No harm can come from an immortal?"
"Got it in one, Red. Now, let's get on with it."
She nodded and began to read the words of the spell. Spike had moved to stand on the other side of the pentagram and was following the spell through in the heavy tome. When it was his cue, he began to wave the herbs and form symbols with them in the air.
Suddenly Willow began to feel something grasping at her throat. Gently at first but slowly getting tighter. She could feel the elements and the material of reality surrounding them beginning to tear and twist. Her hand went to the necklace that marked her Spike's property. It was glowing red hot and burning into the skin below her collar bone.
"S-spike! Something's…wrong…" She desperately choked out.
Spike looked up from the book and saw the room begin to warp and break apart. Things were getting blurry and he could feel something deep within him reaching out of his body into the dissolving world in front of him.
Willow let a small scream escape her lips as the necklace continued to burn itself into her chest. The last thing she heard before her world went black was a heartfelt,
"BUGGER!"
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Waddya think?
Ok, so im REALLY sorry that this has taken so long.
PLS PLS PLS READ AND REVIEW!!!!
Thanx to every1 that is reading this story and enjoying it.
Your feedback means a lot to me.
Trixta
-x-
Category: Spike/Dawn.
Summary: Spike's back from LA, 3 years after Buffy's death, chipless, drunk and in a real bad mood…
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or any of the characters, they belong to the brilliant Joss Wheddon, Fox TV, the Grrr Argh bloke etc. I do, however, own Sean. So leave him alone! Unless you ask for permission of course.
Archiving: Yes! Just please tell me where you're putting it.
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Dawn awoke gently and groaned. It felt like every muscle in her legs and arms ached. She wearily rubbed her eyes and shifted her position slightly so she could take in her surroundings. She was in a large stone room with a small, high window set into one of the walls. The bed she was curled up in was large and draped with silk, crimson sheets. Apart from this, the room was bare. After lying there for a while she attempted to sit up and hissed gently when she felt a sharp pain shoot up her arms. Still, she eventually sat up and ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to get the knots out. She then shakily got to her feet and walked towards the door. To her supprise it was unlocked, so she proceeded through it. She recognised this hallway from the night before. She heard faint noises coming from the room she had been tied in the day before.
Walking as quietly as she could, she made her way over to the large stone door at the end of the hallway. Her eyes widened slightly as she realised what was going on. Drawn on the floor were a large pentagram and several symbols she didn't recognise. At each point of the pentagram was a white candle and there were many candles just randomly placed around the room. Spike stood facing Dawn with a blank look on his face. Willow was sat in the chair Dawn had been tied in the day before, half asleep. She looked up at Dawn and smiled.
"Hey, Dawnie. How are you?"
Dawn yawned and smiled back at her.
"I'm fine, thanks."
Spike picked up the bowl of herbs resting on the table next to him.
"Right, now we've finished with the niceties, on with business."
Dawn looked at him questioningly. His eyes were dark and the way stood screamed that any kindness he had shown the night before was replaced by the cockiness he had shown before.
"The spell, Pet, remember? The li'l old witch here was gonna come along, do her mumbo jumbo and then I could bugger off with out a care in the world, yeah?"
Dawn nodded vaguely.
"Right, glad you remember. Now then, Red, you come over here and do your stuff."
Willow yawned and stiffly stood up. She warily walked around the outside of the room to stand next to Spike. She looked at him, uncertain of what to do next. He ignored her and fixed his stare on Dawn.
"Niblett, you stand in the middle."
She attempted to argue but shut her mouth at his glare.
Once she was in position, Spike picked up a large, leather-bound book and opened it at the page he had book-marked. He removed a piece of paper and handed it to Willow.
"Here. These are your lines, actions etc. Just do it and get it over with 'kay?"
Willow took the paper from him and quickly read it. She looked at him and nodded.
"This is a protection spell, right? No harm can come from an immortal?"
"Got it in one, Red. Now, let's get on with it."
She nodded and began to read the words of the spell. Spike had moved to stand on the other side of the pentagram and was following the spell through in the heavy tome. When it was his cue, he began to wave the herbs and form symbols with them in the air.
Suddenly Willow began to feel something grasping at her throat. Gently at first but slowly getting tighter. She could feel the elements and the material of reality surrounding them beginning to tear and twist. Her hand went to the necklace that marked her Spike's property. It was glowing red hot and burning into the skin below her collar bone.
"S-spike! Something's…wrong…" She desperately choked out.
Spike looked up from the book and saw the room begin to warp and break apart. Things were getting blurry and he could feel something deep within him reaching out of his body into the dissolving world in front of him.
Willow let a small scream escape her lips as the necklace continued to burn itself into her chest. The last thing she heard before her world went black was a heartfelt,
"BUGGER!"
~~~~~~~~~~~
Waddya think?
Ok, so im REALLY sorry that this has taken so long.
PLS PLS PLS READ AND REVIEW!!!!
Thanx to every1 that is reading this story and enjoying it.
Your feedback means a lot to me.
Trixta
-x-