Blonde Hair on a Monday Night
a/n: All I ask is for a little bit of trust. You can't just jump into everything.
Oh yeah, I'm sorry but I'm going to surgically tear myself away from my computer until Sunday Don't give up on me. This is going to rock your world. (or at least entertain you)
PS Laure Alexander I would like to thank you for a review so quickly. It made me feel happy and good about myself. (Sorry no more self aggrandizing. We will go back to what you came here for.)
Wait - And Dark Willow. Yes you are the first (on b/s central. I give you more cookies than you can stand. Peanut butter or Chocolate chip (I'm sorry I hate Oatmeal)
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Buffy opened her eyes. She was at the Bronze.
Somehow she knew it was Monday. She had fallen asleep on Monday at five pm. The Bronze was always dead on Mondays.
"Look there," Whistler said behind her softly.
Buffy looked over at the table and it didn't seem too different. Willow sat smiling she was telling a joke. Xander was attempting to add to the joke for their audience. They looked to be overselling a joke, but it made Buffy smile.
Buffy looked at their audience. It was a small girl with shiny hair.
"Dawn," Buffy gasps.
Buffy turned back to Whistler with wide eyes, "Dawn is alive here?"
Whistler snickered at her, "Girl your last few years were all for a purpose. Do you think anything that happened isn't going to be somehow in this life."
"So she is the key here too?" Buffy asked breathless. Dawn was her sister, no matter the weirdness between them they were family. Buffy was shocked that she couldn't imagine living without any of them, especially Dawn.
Whistler shook his head.
Buffy studied him huffily, "Once again I'm not going to assume you are going to tell me what she is in this world."
"Things are different. I'm not one to tell."
"I thought so."
Buffy said that blankly she looked down at the table. They looked different. They had survived.
"Doesn't look like I did anything to better their lives," she said blankly.
Whistler shrugged, "Maybe. Maybe not. You'll find out. However I'm going to go now. I'll be around."
"I suppose you don't have a beeper number."
Whistler gave her one last smile, "What fun would that be."
He disappeared. Buffy looked down again. She thought about the proper manners for announcing that she was alive again. Her previous attempts didn't really give her any kind of idea of how to announce her arrival. These people barely knew her.
So she just watched them.
The three of them seemed to be happy.
Thoughts swirled around her head. She had so many questions. She wanted to know about Tara, Anya, Cordelia, and Oz. Then her thoughts went to Angel, Riley and Spike.
She shook her head. She tried to tell herself that she didn't want to know where they were.
Then she just let herself watch her friends. They seemed so light. She smiled. Willow didn't seem to be weighed down by darkness. Xander didn't seem to feel uncomfortable in his own skin. Only Dawn held the same worry.
Buffy almost felt like crying.
Then she saw something that she didn't think that she would ever see. She saw Xander lead Willow out onto the dance floor. Xander pulled her onto the dance floor. He looked down at her completely in adoration. She held him close and smiled. The two of them moved in a comfortable motion.
*If I hadn't been there…*
Buffy shook her head she couldn't allow herself to start comparisons, they would never stop.
For a moment she remembered being up here with Spike. She realized that she now was the one that watched from the shadows. She shook her head.
She watched the two of them. She was amazed by how sure and happy the two of them were. They were caught up in each other.
She decided now would be the time to sneak to meet Dawn, or whatever the protocol was. She was close to the table where Dawn sat when Dawn suddenly got up and went outside. Buffy wanted to yell at Dawn for going out on her own, but something stopped her. She followed discretely.
Dawn went out to the alley.
In the alley there was a woman chomping on a man who had assumed that his date was an easy girl who would do unspeakable things in the alley way. Buffy almost wanted the priggish guy to get eaten once she realized who he was.
*Of course one of the first people who I run into is Parker*
Buffy looked up at the sky. She rolled her eyes at the sense of humor of the Powers. *They just never stop being quirky*
The vampire was shocked at the arrival of Dawn. Buffy was about to intervene when she saw Dawn begin to hold her own. Parker ran away like a scared bunny as Dawn and the vamp began to exchange blows.
*More than hold her own.* Buffy thought *Dawn was kicking the vampire's undead…*
A figure emerged from the shadows and knocked Dawn on the side of the head. Dawn went flying and went down, and didn't get up.
Buffy refused to have any of that. She emerged from the shadows and instantly staked the girl.
"Hey," the black clad guy turned around, "That was my childe."
He was very familiar. His hair was bleached. The attire was all red and black. She didn't feel fear or anger. She was just intrigued.
Buffy smiled, "Oops."
She suddenly felt elation as blue eyes met hers. It wasn't the eyes of the vampire who had been beaten down and pushed around for so long. It was the eyes she had met in the alleyway before Parent-Teacher Night.
He lunged for her. She met his attack. The fight was one between enemies. It was one between equals.
It was an odd fight. He didn't fight like the Spike that she knew. However she had learned some pretty good moves from him. It was different, but it still wasn't fighting.
*It was like dancing.*
After fifteen minutes the police came. The pair slammed into the alleyway. Buffy had a stake to his heart he held her neck. It was a stalemate, neither wanted to admit it.
She saw him smile and it made her toes tingle. His lips were curved in a sexy side smile. His head was cocked.
Buffy vibrated with adrenaline. It had never been like this before. She wasn't afraid of him and he didn't want anything from her. They stood toe to toe.
"Do you know who I am lil' girl," he whispered head cocked.
*That's right always with the flirting when he's going in for a kill.*
Buffy looked up at him with wide innocent green eyes. She never let her stance falter, but she attempted to be a simple damsel.
"Spike?" she guessed in a little girl voice, "Scourge of Europe, Slayer of Slayers," her voice had become sing song.
The Spike who was in charge was gone. Buffy felt giddy. For once in her life, or whatever it was called she could almost grasp the upper hand on Spike. She knew him better than he knew himself and she could catch him off guard.
Her grin was 200 watts, "Sired by Drusilla, Childe of Angelus, Childe of Darla, Childe of the Master."
He never faltered. Every detail that she gave seemed to make him look at her with more respect.
"Lil' Girl's done her homework. It doesn't matter though. I'm going to enjoy killing you." He smiled and let his fangs appear, they were a terrible mix with the plain human face. Buffy knew that this trick took more control than most vamps had, most vamps including the Spike she knew.
Buffy shrugged not letting him effect her, "Well this conversation is lovely, but I must go." Buffy said. Taking herself away from the sheer proximity of him made her body feel less than alive.
Two steps away Buffy turned back to Spike she looked up at him. She momentarily missed the sheer love that shone from his eyes, blues that watched her and soaked her in.
And suddenly she knew what to do. She knew Spike lived by emotions and the image that he was the Big Bad. She suddenly knew how to shake him.
She looked at him straight in the eye, "If I hear that one person was harmed in Sunnydale tonight…"
"You'll stake me, blah blah," Spike said rolling his eyes.
Buffy shook her head, "No, I'll stake her and make you watch…William."
That got his attention.
"Who are you?" he asked stepping forward.
"Why do you want to know?" she smirked.
He licked his lips and let the cocky smile return but it wasn't as confident as before, "'cause I'm going to hurt you bad. I'd like to know."
Buffy cracked her neck showing off the veins that he couldn't touch. She taunted him.
She knew the words, the Powers had already given them to her.
"You'll find out on Saturday."
He smirked, "What is Saturday."
"I kill you on Saturday."
Then Buffy slipped into the shadow.
a/n: All I ask is for a little bit of trust. You can't just jump into everything.
Oh yeah, I'm sorry but I'm going to surgically tear myself away from my computer until Sunday Don't give up on me. This is going to rock your world. (or at least entertain you)
PS Laure Alexander I would like to thank you for a review so quickly. It made me feel happy and good about myself. (Sorry no more self aggrandizing. We will go back to what you came here for.)
Wait - And Dark Willow. Yes you are the first (on b/s central. I give you more cookies than you can stand. Peanut butter or Chocolate chip (I'm sorry I hate Oatmeal)
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Buffy opened her eyes. She was at the Bronze.
Somehow she knew it was Monday. She had fallen asleep on Monday at five pm. The Bronze was always dead on Mondays.
"Look there," Whistler said behind her softly.
Buffy looked over at the table and it didn't seem too different. Willow sat smiling she was telling a joke. Xander was attempting to add to the joke for their audience. They looked to be overselling a joke, but it made Buffy smile.
Buffy looked at their audience. It was a small girl with shiny hair.
"Dawn," Buffy gasps.
Buffy turned back to Whistler with wide eyes, "Dawn is alive here?"
Whistler snickered at her, "Girl your last few years were all for a purpose. Do you think anything that happened isn't going to be somehow in this life."
"So she is the key here too?" Buffy asked breathless. Dawn was her sister, no matter the weirdness between them they were family. Buffy was shocked that she couldn't imagine living without any of them, especially Dawn.
Whistler shook his head.
Buffy studied him huffily, "Once again I'm not going to assume you are going to tell me what she is in this world."
"Things are different. I'm not one to tell."
"I thought so."
Buffy said that blankly she looked down at the table. They looked different. They had survived.
"Doesn't look like I did anything to better their lives," she said blankly.
Whistler shrugged, "Maybe. Maybe not. You'll find out. However I'm going to go now. I'll be around."
"I suppose you don't have a beeper number."
Whistler gave her one last smile, "What fun would that be."
He disappeared. Buffy looked down again. She thought about the proper manners for announcing that she was alive again. Her previous attempts didn't really give her any kind of idea of how to announce her arrival. These people barely knew her.
So she just watched them.
The three of them seemed to be happy.
Thoughts swirled around her head. She had so many questions. She wanted to know about Tara, Anya, Cordelia, and Oz. Then her thoughts went to Angel, Riley and Spike.
She shook her head. She tried to tell herself that she didn't want to know where they were.
Then she just let herself watch her friends. They seemed so light. She smiled. Willow didn't seem to be weighed down by darkness. Xander didn't seem to feel uncomfortable in his own skin. Only Dawn held the same worry.
Buffy almost felt like crying.
Then she saw something that she didn't think that she would ever see. She saw Xander lead Willow out onto the dance floor. Xander pulled her onto the dance floor. He looked down at her completely in adoration. She held him close and smiled. The two of them moved in a comfortable motion.
*If I hadn't been there…*
Buffy shook her head she couldn't allow herself to start comparisons, they would never stop.
For a moment she remembered being up here with Spike. She realized that she now was the one that watched from the shadows. She shook her head.
She watched the two of them. She was amazed by how sure and happy the two of them were. They were caught up in each other.
She decided now would be the time to sneak to meet Dawn, or whatever the protocol was. She was close to the table where Dawn sat when Dawn suddenly got up and went outside. Buffy wanted to yell at Dawn for going out on her own, but something stopped her. She followed discretely.
Dawn went out to the alley.
In the alley there was a woman chomping on a man who had assumed that his date was an easy girl who would do unspeakable things in the alley way. Buffy almost wanted the priggish guy to get eaten once she realized who he was.
*Of course one of the first people who I run into is Parker*
Buffy looked up at the sky. She rolled her eyes at the sense of humor of the Powers. *They just never stop being quirky*
The vampire was shocked at the arrival of Dawn. Buffy was about to intervene when she saw Dawn begin to hold her own. Parker ran away like a scared bunny as Dawn and the vamp began to exchange blows.
*More than hold her own.* Buffy thought *Dawn was kicking the vampire's undead…*
A figure emerged from the shadows and knocked Dawn on the side of the head. Dawn went flying and went down, and didn't get up.
Buffy refused to have any of that. She emerged from the shadows and instantly staked the girl.
"Hey," the black clad guy turned around, "That was my childe."
He was very familiar. His hair was bleached. The attire was all red and black. She didn't feel fear or anger. She was just intrigued.
Buffy smiled, "Oops."
She suddenly felt elation as blue eyes met hers. It wasn't the eyes of the vampire who had been beaten down and pushed around for so long. It was the eyes she had met in the alleyway before Parent-Teacher Night.
He lunged for her. She met his attack. The fight was one between enemies. It was one between equals.
It was an odd fight. He didn't fight like the Spike that she knew. However she had learned some pretty good moves from him. It was different, but it still wasn't fighting.
*It was like dancing.*
After fifteen minutes the police came. The pair slammed into the alleyway. Buffy had a stake to his heart he held her neck. It was a stalemate, neither wanted to admit it.
She saw him smile and it made her toes tingle. His lips were curved in a sexy side smile. His head was cocked.
Buffy vibrated with adrenaline. It had never been like this before. She wasn't afraid of him and he didn't want anything from her. They stood toe to toe.
"Do you know who I am lil' girl," he whispered head cocked.
*That's right always with the flirting when he's going in for a kill.*
Buffy looked up at him with wide innocent green eyes. She never let her stance falter, but she attempted to be a simple damsel.
"Spike?" she guessed in a little girl voice, "Scourge of Europe, Slayer of Slayers," her voice had become sing song.
The Spike who was in charge was gone. Buffy felt giddy. For once in her life, or whatever it was called she could almost grasp the upper hand on Spike. She knew him better than he knew himself and she could catch him off guard.
Her grin was 200 watts, "Sired by Drusilla, Childe of Angelus, Childe of Darla, Childe of the Master."
He never faltered. Every detail that she gave seemed to make him look at her with more respect.
"Lil' Girl's done her homework. It doesn't matter though. I'm going to enjoy killing you." He smiled and let his fangs appear, they were a terrible mix with the plain human face. Buffy knew that this trick took more control than most vamps had, most vamps including the Spike she knew.
Buffy shrugged not letting him effect her, "Well this conversation is lovely, but I must go." Buffy said. Taking herself away from the sheer proximity of him made her body feel less than alive.
Two steps away Buffy turned back to Spike she looked up at him. She momentarily missed the sheer love that shone from his eyes, blues that watched her and soaked her in.
And suddenly she knew what to do. She knew Spike lived by emotions and the image that he was the Big Bad. She suddenly knew how to shake him.
She looked at him straight in the eye, "If I hear that one person was harmed in Sunnydale tonight…"
"You'll stake me, blah blah," Spike said rolling his eyes.
Buffy shook her head, "No, I'll stake her and make you watch…William."
That got his attention.
"Who are you?" he asked stepping forward.
"Why do you want to know?" she smirked.
He licked his lips and let the cocky smile return but it wasn't as confident as before, "'cause I'm going to hurt you bad. I'd like to know."
Buffy cracked her neck showing off the veins that he couldn't touch. She taunted him.
She knew the words, the Powers had already given them to her.
"You'll find out on Saturday."
He smirked, "What is Saturday."
"I kill you on Saturday."
Then Buffy slipped into the shadow.