The Crypt
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Buffy walked through the cemetery. The faint silvery light from the full moon was just bright enough to create eerie shadows among the tombstones and crypts. A cool breeze blew, through the leaves of the trees causing branches to sway and rustle. The breeze brought the scent of roses to her and she inhaled deeply.
Except for the breeze the night was still. No vampires were rising, no monsters rampaging, just the breeze and the tree branches moving . . . except. There it was again, a sensation of being watched. Sometimes it was almost like a caress against her body. Buffy continues walking casually, but every slayer sense she had was on the alert as she tried to determine the source of the feeling.
This wasn't the first time she'd felt this. It happened several time over the last two weeks. She didn't perceive malice or evil, just someone, something focused on her . . . watching her. Again she was unable to pinpoint the location of the source of the feeling. Buffy knew she was being watched . . . again. Then the sensation was gone. She exhaled the breath, she hadn't realized she was holding.
Buffy stopped walking and looked carefully around, but saw nothing. Damn, was she imagining things? Buffy continued her patrol, closely observing her surroundings, but the sensation of being watched did not return.
As Buffy headed west toward the older part of the cemetery, she approached the Spike's crypt. The heavy door groaned as she pulled it open to enter the crypt. Inside, her shoes rang hollowly in the empty space. Clem had stayed here after Spike left, but almost two weeks ago she'd found the place empty and all Spike's belongings gone. She didn't know where to find Clem to ask him why.
An ache started in her throat again. Buffy thought about Spike, wondered, where he was, what he was doing. Not that she missed him. She didn't. She had just gotten used to having him around. She was used to him popping up all the time and annoying her, getting in the way. Yes.
She couldn't possible miss him after what he had tried to do. He was an evil soul-less vampire as his actions had proved. But the ache in her throat, spread to her chest and a sob broke free. Everything was so confusing. It was so difficult sorting out what she should feel, with what she did feel.
She remembered his attack of her. She remembered him holding her down and trying to ripe open her robe. She also remembered the look on Spike's face when he realize what he'd just done. Buffy forced herself to think about how Spike planned to sell demon eggs, not how he held her and stopped her from dancing to death and burning up. Buffy slowly left the crypt and continued patrolling.
Everything was all mixed up, so confusing. Her feeling and emotions were pulling her in different directions. She'd had nightmares about the attack in her bathroom, but she still felt . . . . . something . . for him. How could she both hate and lov. . . care for him. To bad you couldn't control your emotion as easily as controlling you action, not that she'd always been stellar in that field either. She'd made so many bad decisions since she'd been brought back to life.
Ultimately it all came down to who she chose to be. The feelings she had, were real. But she had to decide what kind of person she wanted to be, regardless of her feelings. Did she want to be the type of person who slept with someone in order feel something, . . . using that person? No. she'd already made that decision when she told Spike they would not sleep together again. Did she want to be someone who was emotionally involved with a soul-less demon who committed illegal and harmful acts? . . . . . . no. No, that is not who she would be either.
Buffy hugged her black leather coat closer to her body. Did it ever get any easier? She couldn't even truly hate Spike. He was a vampire, a demon and it was her mistake for ever forgetting that. He would always be drawn to violence and darkness, it was in his nature. The chip in his head only reined him in, changed his behavior patterns. It didn't change what he was at his core. . . . soulless . . . . evil.
Evil?
Maybe not evil anymore. But he was part of the dark and she'd had more then her share of dark in the past year. She needed the light now. She needed people around her who knew right from wrong and were capable of understanding her purpose in life. She didn't need someone who tried to separate her from her friends or draw her further into the shadows. She'd only just begun to be able to acknowledge her own darkness . . . .and shadows.
Since Willow . . . . . .
Buffy looked up and realize she was outside her house. She'd been so deep in thought she hadn't realized she'd walked home. She unlocked the front door and stepped into the house and firmly closed the door.
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Please review
(shameless plea for opinions and praise)
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Buffy walked through the cemetery. The faint silvery light from the full moon was just bright enough to create eerie shadows among the tombstones and crypts. A cool breeze blew, through the leaves of the trees causing branches to sway and rustle. The breeze brought the scent of roses to her and she inhaled deeply.
Except for the breeze the night was still. No vampires were rising, no monsters rampaging, just the breeze and the tree branches moving . . . except. There it was again, a sensation of being watched. Sometimes it was almost like a caress against her body. Buffy continues walking casually, but every slayer sense she had was on the alert as she tried to determine the source of the feeling.
This wasn't the first time she'd felt this. It happened several time over the last two weeks. She didn't perceive malice or evil, just someone, something focused on her . . . watching her. Again she was unable to pinpoint the location of the source of the feeling. Buffy knew she was being watched . . . again. Then the sensation was gone. She exhaled the breath, she hadn't realized she was holding.
Buffy stopped walking and looked carefully around, but saw nothing. Damn, was she imagining things? Buffy continued her patrol, closely observing her surroundings, but the sensation of being watched did not return.
As Buffy headed west toward the older part of the cemetery, she approached the Spike's crypt. The heavy door groaned as she pulled it open to enter the crypt. Inside, her shoes rang hollowly in the empty space. Clem had stayed here after Spike left, but almost two weeks ago she'd found the place empty and all Spike's belongings gone. She didn't know where to find Clem to ask him why.
An ache started in her throat again. Buffy thought about Spike, wondered, where he was, what he was doing. Not that she missed him. She didn't. She had just gotten used to having him around. She was used to him popping up all the time and annoying her, getting in the way. Yes.
She couldn't possible miss him after what he had tried to do. He was an evil soul-less vampire as his actions had proved. But the ache in her throat, spread to her chest and a sob broke free. Everything was so confusing. It was so difficult sorting out what she should feel, with what she did feel.
She remembered his attack of her. She remembered him holding her down and trying to ripe open her robe. She also remembered the look on Spike's face when he realize what he'd just done. Buffy forced herself to think about how Spike planned to sell demon eggs, not how he held her and stopped her from dancing to death and burning up. Buffy slowly left the crypt and continued patrolling.
Everything was all mixed up, so confusing. Her feeling and emotions were pulling her in different directions. She'd had nightmares about the attack in her bathroom, but she still felt . . . . . something . . for him. How could she both hate and lov. . . care for him. To bad you couldn't control your emotion as easily as controlling you action, not that she'd always been stellar in that field either. She'd made so many bad decisions since she'd been brought back to life.
Ultimately it all came down to who she chose to be. The feelings she had, were real. But she had to decide what kind of person she wanted to be, regardless of her feelings. Did she want to be the type of person who slept with someone in order feel something, . . . using that person? No. she'd already made that decision when she told Spike they would not sleep together again. Did she want to be someone who was emotionally involved with a soul-less demon who committed illegal and harmful acts? . . . . . . no. No, that is not who she would be either.
Buffy hugged her black leather coat closer to her body. Did it ever get any easier? She couldn't even truly hate Spike. He was a vampire, a demon and it was her mistake for ever forgetting that. He would always be drawn to violence and darkness, it was in his nature. The chip in his head only reined him in, changed his behavior patterns. It didn't change what he was at his core. . . . soulless . . . . evil.
Evil?
Maybe not evil anymore. But he was part of the dark and she'd had more then her share of dark in the past year. She needed the light now. She needed people around her who knew right from wrong and were capable of understanding her purpose in life. She didn't need someone who tried to separate her from her friends or draw her further into the shadows. She'd only just begun to be able to acknowledge her own darkness . . . .and shadows.
Since Willow . . . . . .
Buffy looked up and realize she was outside her house. She'd been so deep in thought she hadn't realized she'd walked home. She unlocked the front door and stepped into the house and firmly closed the door.
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Please review
(shameless plea for opinions and praise)