Spoilers: After the season finale, "Graves". Set in the beginning of season seven.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Joss, Mutant Enemy, Greenwolf, and UPN own the show and it's characters. So there. For this chapter, I don't own the characters Loraine and George either.
Summary: B/S (and others) and post-"Graves" fiasco, set in season 7. My first fanfic. Ever.
*italic text indicates thought and stress in dialogue.
Feedback: Very much encouraged. :) Also, thanks for all the reviews and critique thus far.
Note: I went and made a
splash for "Dominoes", located here: http://angel.racharoni.com/dominoes.jpg
. Hope you like. :D
-----The Night Prior-----
Buffy stood in front of the closed crypt entrance, waiting patiently for her mind to decide. Without thinking, and for whatever reason, the slayer leaned her ear against the door. As if she would hear the stealthy dead man move. As if a sound would will her to leave, or to stay. She caught herself and walked backward a step. Then she raised a fist to knock on the door. Before her knuckles reached it, however, it swung open to reveal Spike.
Spike: "Buffy."
..
Spike: "I've written a poem for you."
Sporting a familar tweed suit and a fetching red bowtie, he gently reaches for her hand and whisks her away to sit on his chair. The vampire kneels in front of her, silently whips out a piece of parchment all the while staring up at her, and then begins to read. He didn't seem to need the paper, as his eyes never left hers.
Spike:
"Beauty aside, and soul not withstanding.
Bloodless core drumming again.
Blinding
my demon.
Love knows no boundaries,
no predujices,
no enemies.
Love knows only you."
Buffy: "Oh Spike.."
Spike stands. The view matrixes a 360 around the two, focusing on Buffy.
Buffy: "That sucked."
With her eyes behind tears, she stands and embraces Spike. Spike holds her in a gentle yet secure hug, resting his face on her shoulders.
Buffy: "Love knows you too."
Then Buffy opened her eyes to red numbers glowing in the dark. She sat up in her bed and wiped the tears off her face.
-----Back to Present Time-----
Xander: "We have a situation."
The founder of the whole 'situation' annouced this upon his entrance to the group.
Giles: "Ah.. yes. Willow, we'll have to perform the Qùchú spell on Spike."
Willow: "Oh-- okay. How'd Spike get a spell on him? What kind of spell is it?"
Xander forced a laugh.
Xander: "That's not important! Come on, Will.. just show 'em what you got."
Willow: "Riight. So, we got the supplies?"
Xander smiled with the thought of his usefulness as he handed her a Magic Box brand shopping bag filled with magicky smelly stuff.
Xander: "There you go! Hand-picked by yours truly!"
Spike: "You're sounding a bit too chipper for my taste, mate."
He shifted his attention towards Willow.
Spike: "Would you mind double-checking on the ingredients, luv?"
Curious Dawn sneaked a peak into the bag, utilizing her height as an advantage.
Willow: "No problem. It looks fine to me."
Buffy: "You're sure?"
Anya sat on the couch smiling and watching them all. She loved how Buffy loved Spike, and how dense she was to deny it completely.
Willow: "I'm sure."
