Title: Eleutheria
Author: Christine
E-mail: Xanderette43@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be unfortunately.
Distribution: Lil' Nibblin, Fanfiction.net, The Athenaeum, Little Bit of
Evil. anyone else just ask me and I'll let you have it.
Rating: R
Couple: Spike/Dawn
Author's Notes: I'm sorry this has taken so long for me to write, I've
been really busy lately and just haven't had time to write, but I'm back in
action now so don't worry. This takes place three years after the beginning
of season six.
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Part Two
As I open my eyes I can tell that it's the next day. Diaphanous streams of sunlight are trying to penetrate the thin curtain over the stained glass window on the other side of the room. I blink, trying to focus; it feels like the darkness is closing in on me. I feel around for him, but all I feel besides me is a blanket. Slowly I sit up, cringing when I touch the small cuts on my neck and hands. They're almost healed but still sting a bit. My feet touch the cold cement floor and I shiver as I take the blanket with me.
I call out Spike's name but I hear no response. I start to panic when I remember Buffy saying that she'd kill him if I wasn't home by morning. My hand goes around the crypt's front door handle and I'm just about to open it when I hear footsteps coming from the trap door leading underground. I'm not sure whether to stay or run but before I can decide, the door opens and I see Spike walk up into the room with bags in his hands. I drop the blanket and run to him, no longer caring about the freezing floor. He drops the bags to the floor and catches me in his arms; I can feel the relief wash over me as my apprehension disappears.
I ask him where he's been, he tells me he went shopping to get some things for us. I tell him I was worried about him, I didn't know if Buffy had confronted him again. He looks at me and leans forward to kiss my forehead. Spike tells me not to worry about him, he'll be fine. I shake my head in disagreement, as long as I'm here he's in danger from Buffy. He takes my hand and walks me over to the couch again and sits besides me. I feel him running his hands through my long hair and I move closer to him until my body is touching his. I'm just about to speak when there's a knock at the door.
I start to get up but Spike sits me down again and goes to answer it. I'm worried that its Buffy come to cause more trouble but as I look over the couch towards the door, I see that it's Tara. She looks at me and her lip curls up a little, she gives me a small wave with her hand. I get up and move next to Spike, my hand slowly lacing through his. Tara sees this and raises her eyebrows so slightly it would be unnoticed if I wasn't looking so hard.
Spike invites her in and she walks past the two of us to sit down on the couch. She opens her mouth to say something, but starts stuttering which means whatever she came to say is bad because she always does that when she gets nervous. She mentions something about Buffy, something that's been different about her. I nod my head in agreement, but Tara keeps talking. She says that there really is something iwrong/i with her, not just in the general sense. She goes on to say something about the resurrection spell Willow preformed to bring her back. She says that when the motorcycle gang of demons destroyed the Urn of Osiris, it left some of the aspects of her out because the spell hadn't been completed.
I feel the tears brimming in my eyes and Spike reaches over and takes my hand in his. Tara looks down, almost ashamed. I touch her knee and she looks up as if she were expecting me to yell at her. I tell her that it's not her fault, Willow was the one who did the spell, and even she had no control over the circumstances. What I want to know however is how - wait if - we can fix it. Tara says that we can fix it if we had another Urn of Osiris, but she thinks that they used the last one on earth. My lip trembles, I want so desperately to make Buffy the way she was. I start to say something but Tara interrupts me. She goes on to say how there is one more urn, but it's in another dimension. My eyes widen and I decide right then and there that I'm going there to get it, no matter what it takes. I tell this to them but Tara says that it's too dangerous - it's an alternate reality, one where the slayer never came to Sunnydale. This sounds oddly familiar to me and I realize that Willow once had the vampire version of her come here from that dimension. I ask Tara about this and she nods, that's the place. She says it's dangerous there, people are afraid to venture out after dusk and vampires as well as other demons roam the town, claiming it their own.
Spike suddenly gets up and asks her how to get there. Tara says there's a spell she and Willow can do to open a portal, but it would only hold for a day or two because it would be unstable. He looks down at me on the couch and I know what he's thinking. I stand up, my legs shaky and I nod slowly. Tara tries to argue, but our minds are made up. Spike tells her to find Willow and prepare the spell, he and I are going to find that urn.
Tara gets up to leave but she hugs me before opening the door. She still doesn't think it's a good idea but she knows it's useless to argue with us. The door clicks shut behind her and I see Spike walk to the side of the crypt. He picks up a sword out of the weapons trunk he has and hands it to me. I grip the handle carefully and tilt my head to the side in confusion. Spike picks up another sword and tosses it back and forth between his hands. He motions for me to raise my sword and without warning he strikes, his sword comes up hitting the side of mine.
"Welcome to your first training session Nibblet."
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Part Two
As I open my eyes I can tell that it's the next day. Diaphanous streams of sunlight are trying to penetrate the thin curtain over the stained glass window on the other side of the room. I blink, trying to focus; it feels like the darkness is closing in on me. I feel around for him, but all I feel besides me is a blanket. Slowly I sit up, cringing when I touch the small cuts on my neck and hands. They're almost healed but still sting a bit. My feet touch the cold cement floor and I shiver as I take the blanket with me.
I call out Spike's name but I hear no response. I start to panic when I remember Buffy saying that she'd kill him if I wasn't home by morning. My hand goes around the crypt's front door handle and I'm just about to open it when I hear footsteps coming from the trap door leading underground. I'm not sure whether to stay or run but before I can decide, the door opens and I see Spike walk up into the room with bags in his hands. I drop the blanket and run to him, no longer caring about the freezing floor. He drops the bags to the floor and catches me in his arms; I can feel the relief wash over me as my apprehension disappears.
I ask him where he's been, he tells me he went shopping to get some things for us. I tell him I was worried about him, I didn't know if Buffy had confronted him again. He looks at me and leans forward to kiss my forehead. Spike tells me not to worry about him, he'll be fine. I shake my head in disagreement, as long as I'm here he's in danger from Buffy. He takes my hand and walks me over to the couch again and sits besides me. I feel him running his hands through my long hair and I move closer to him until my body is touching his. I'm just about to speak when there's a knock at the door.
I start to get up but Spike sits me down again and goes to answer it. I'm worried that its Buffy come to cause more trouble but as I look over the couch towards the door, I see that it's Tara. She looks at me and her lip curls up a little, she gives me a small wave with her hand. I get up and move next to Spike, my hand slowly lacing through his. Tara sees this and raises her eyebrows so slightly it would be unnoticed if I wasn't looking so hard.
Spike invites her in and she walks past the two of us to sit down on the couch. She opens her mouth to say something, but starts stuttering which means whatever she came to say is bad because she always does that when she gets nervous. She mentions something about Buffy, something that's been different about her. I nod my head in agreement, but Tara keeps talking. She says that there really is something iwrong/i with her, not just in the general sense. She goes on to say something about the resurrection spell Willow preformed to bring her back. She says that when the motorcycle gang of demons destroyed the Urn of Osiris, it left some of the aspects of her out because the spell hadn't been completed.
I feel the tears brimming in my eyes and Spike reaches over and takes my hand in his. Tara looks down, almost ashamed. I touch her knee and she looks up as if she were expecting me to yell at her. I tell her that it's not her fault, Willow was the one who did the spell, and even she had no control over the circumstances. What I want to know however is how - wait if - we can fix it. Tara says that we can fix it if we had another Urn of Osiris, but she thinks that they used the last one on earth. My lip trembles, I want so desperately to make Buffy the way she was. I start to say something but Tara interrupts me. She goes on to say how there is one more urn, but it's in another dimension. My eyes widen and I decide right then and there that I'm going there to get it, no matter what it takes. I tell this to them but Tara says that it's too dangerous - it's an alternate reality, one where the slayer never came to Sunnydale. This sounds oddly familiar to me and I realize that Willow once had the vampire version of her come here from that dimension. I ask Tara about this and she nods, that's the place. She says it's dangerous there, people are afraid to venture out after dusk and vampires as well as other demons roam the town, claiming it their own.
Spike suddenly gets up and asks her how to get there. Tara says there's a spell she and Willow can do to open a portal, but it would only hold for a day or two because it would be unstable. He looks down at me on the couch and I know what he's thinking. I stand up, my legs shaky and I nod slowly. Tara tries to argue, but our minds are made up. Spike tells her to find Willow and prepare the spell, he and I are going to find that urn.
Tara gets up to leave but she hugs me before opening the door. She still doesn't think it's a good idea but she knows it's useless to argue with us. The door clicks shut behind her and I see Spike walk to the side of the crypt. He picks up a sword out of the weapons trunk he has and hands it to me. I grip the handle carefully and tilt my head to the side in confusion. Spike picks up another sword and tosses it back and forth between his hands. He motions for me to raise my sword and without warning he strikes, his sword comes up hitting the side of mine.
"Welcome to your first training session Nibblet."