Title: Multiformity
Author: Sita
Summary: What if in a different dimension Season2, Angel opened Acathla sooner and pushed Buffy and Spike through, but instead of going to hell they ended up being transported to Season7, our dimension?
Spoilers: Post-6.22 Graves
Rating: PG-13 (for curse words and sexual themes)
Disclaimer: BTVS is owned by the almighty God named Joss Whedon. All characters used in this story are owned by him, ME, and UPN.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first.
Definition of the title: Multiformity: multifariousness; variety; nonuniformity
AN: Sorry for the mistakes in Chapter One. I'll try to check this one more throughly.
Also, thank you so much for your wonderful reviews! I'm so touched! *blows kisses*
Chapter Two
Seventeen year old Buffy Summers backed away from Xander slowly. Was this really hell and the people she loved were disguised as demons or something? But then why wasn't Xander trying to hurt her?
"Who are you?" She suddenly blurted out.
"Buffy," Xander took a step towards her, causing her to jump back. "It's me, Xander." He bent down a little to look her in the eye.
"But, you're talking nonsense and, and....you look like you've aged a few years in a night. Am I in hell and the demons are trying to trick me before they kill me?" Buffy said, jumping into fighting stance.
"Buff," Xander started, a worried look on his face.
"Slayer," Spike's voice caused Buffy and Xander to spin around.
"Great." Xander rolled his eyes. "Dead Boy Jr."
"And why aren't you running?" Spike asked, showing his fangs to Xander.
"The little piece of plastic in your head ring any bells?" Xander asked, turning away from Spike and back towards Buffy.
Spike decided to ignore Xander's last comment. The bloke had always been off his rocker anyway.
Spike suddenly looked over at Buffy, "I can't find Angel or Drusilla anywhere. I checked the mansion, even a 'secret' place they thought I didn't know about. Plus, this crypt I'd been hiding out in every once in a while to get away from the lovebirds," He cringed as he took a pause. "Looks like it's been occupied for years." Spike looked down, muttering a soft, "Bloody hell."
"And he looks old," Buffy blurted out, pointing to Xander.
"Eh?" Spike asked, "Come again, Slayer?"
"He looks like he aged years in-"
Buffy was abruptly cut off by a confused Xander, "Drusilla? Angel? Why are you guys talking about those two? For one thing, Angel's in L.A. And Drusilla is who-knows-where. And the crypt you stay in," Xander turned to Spike. "It's been occupied by you. Have you lost your mind?"
"Angel's in L.A.?!" Buffy said startled, eyes wide. "We have to find him! Do you know where he is?!"
"Yeah," Xander said. "You know where he is too. I'm sure Dead Boy is doing fine."
"But we have to kill him!" Buffy exclaimed.
"You finally realized all vampire's are evil Buff?" Xander smirked. "Even soul-having ones? Good for you!"
"Soul having?" Buffy asked. "But Angel hasn't had his soul for months."
"Um, Buff are you okay? You only saw him a few months ago to tell him you were alive and kickin'. I'm sure he's still soul having." Xander took a step closer to her, concern evident on his face. "Really Buffy, are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine." Buffy suddenly sat down on the ground, rubbing her temples with her forefingers. She than looked up at Spike, "I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."
"We weren't there to begin with." Spike replied.
Both the Slayer and the Vampire suddenly earning a, "Huh?" from Xander.
****
"He's been like this for hours," Dawn stood in the kitchen next to her sister while motioning towards the living room where Spike was in an almost comatose like state. "What's wrong with him?"
Buffy shook her head, "I don't know Dawnie. M-Maybe I should get him more blood?" The Slayer asked, motioning to the four empty packs they had fed him, laying on the counter.
"Buffy, I have a feeling he's overloaded with bloodiness." The younger Summers made a face, still not liking the thought of anyone....or any being for that matter, drinking blood.
Buffy sat down on a nearby stool, "You're right." She mumbled.
A low moaning coming from the living room caused both Summers women to jump out of their seats and rush into the living room.
"Spike?" Buffy and Dawn both asked, hovering over him.
"W-What happened?" Spike moaned.
"You passed out." Buffy replied, handing him a glass of water she had set on the coffee table earlier.
"I figured that." He said groggily, sipping the water, moistening his dry mouth. "Oh...." He suddenly said, remembering what had happened.
"A little slow, aren't ya?" Dawn joked, trying to lighten the mood a little.
"Did you get injected by some demon poison or something like I did before? I mean....you," Buffy sighed. "It couldn't of been that, you look like you haven't eaten in weeks. I don't think the affects of that demon would last that long on another demon. I mean your hair isn't even blinding anymore."
He cracked a dry smile, not wanting to reveal his life-changing secret at the moment.
Once he had gotten his soul, he had realized how unworthy he was to be around these two. He was unworthy of their love, friendship, everything. He was a demon. He was supposed to live in the dark, where these two beautiful women were creatures of light. He regretted ever telling Buffy she belonged in the dark....with him.
No human could ever be as low as he was. Not even bloody Xander for Christsakes. He shouldn't even be in their house right now! They should of left him to die! Wasn't that how Buffy felt about him anyway? Didn't she want him to die?
He grabbed his head as a million cruel thoughts about himself piled into his head at once. He hated himself, true, but why did even these thoughts hurt his head? Sure they didn't give him the emotional and physical pain he got when he thought of all the cruel things he'd done to humans. But why did thinking these thoughts hurt him so much?
Because it's hard to accept what you really are, his thoughts echoed in his mind. You're evil, you should die, die, die, DIE!
"Nooooo!" Spike hollered and grabbed his head in pain. Was he finally going insane?
"Spike?" Buffy and Dawn asked at once, concern evident on their faces.
"Leave me alone!" He screamed, tears starting to fall out of his eyes. "I'M EVIL! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Yeah, you're the big bad, you always say so." Buffy said, trying to lighten the mood like Dawn had a few minutes before.
"Buffy," Dawn looked over at her sister, her bottom lip trembling. "I think something's really wrong with him. Is he going to be okay?" The last word came out more as a sob than a word as Dawn collapsed into her sister's arms.
"Shhhh," Buffy held her sister, gently rocking the sixteen year old back and forth. "Everything will be okay." But the words didn't even sound true to her own ears.
TBC....
AN: Did anyone see the preview for "Firefly" Joss' new series. Coz was it just me, or was Riley on the previews? *shudders* I didn't see it too well, but it mighta been him.....EWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Author: Sita
Summary: What if in a different dimension Season2, Angel opened Acathla sooner and pushed Buffy and Spike through, but instead of going to hell they ended up being transported to Season7, our dimension?
Spoilers: Post-6.22 Graves
Rating: PG-13 (for curse words and sexual themes)
Disclaimer: BTVS is owned by the almighty God named Joss Whedon. All characters used in this story are owned by him, ME, and UPN.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first.
Definition of the title: Multiformity: multifariousness; variety; nonuniformity
AN: Sorry for the mistakes in Chapter One. I'll try to check this one more throughly.
Also, thank you so much for your wonderful reviews! I'm so touched! *blows kisses*
Chapter Two
Seventeen year old Buffy Summers backed away from Xander slowly. Was this really hell and the people she loved were disguised as demons or something? But then why wasn't Xander trying to hurt her?
"Who are you?" She suddenly blurted out.
"Buffy," Xander took a step towards her, causing her to jump back. "It's me, Xander." He bent down a little to look her in the eye.
"But, you're talking nonsense and, and....you look like you've aged a few years in a night. Am I in hell and the demons are trying to trick me before they kill me?" Buffy said, jumping into fighting stance.
"Buff," Xander started, a worried look on his face.
"Slayer," Spike's voice caused Buffy and Xander to spin around.
"Great." Xander rolled his eyes. "Dead Boy Jr."
"And why aren't you running?" Spike asked, showing his fangs to Xander.
"The little piece of plastic in your head ring any bells?" Xander asked, turning away from Spike and back towards Buffy.
Spike decided to ignore Xander's last comment. The bloke had always been off his rocker anyway.
Spike suddenly looked over at Buffy, "I can't find Angel or Drusilla anywhere. I checked the mansion, even a 'secret' place they thought I didn't know about. Plus, this crypt I'd been hiding out in every once in a while to get away from the lovebirds," He cringed as he took a pause. "Looks like it's been occupied for years." Spike looked down, muttering a soft, "Bloody hell."
"And he looks old," Buffy blurted out, pointing to Xander.
"Eh?" Spike asked, "Come again, Slayer?"
"He looks like he aged years in-"
Buffy was abruptly cut off by a confused Xander, "Drusilla? Angel? Why are you guys talking about those two? For one thing, Angel's in L.A. And Drusilla is who-knows-where. And the crypt you stay in," Xander turned to Spike. "It's been occupied by you. Have you lost your mind?"
"Angel's in L.A.?!" Buffy said startled, eyes wide. "We have to find him! Do you know where he is?!"
"Yeah," Xander said. "You know where he is too. I'm sure Dead Boy is doing fine."
"But we have to kill him!" Buffy exclaimed.
"You finally realized all vampire's are evil Buff?" Xander smirked. "Even soul-having ones? Good for you!"
"Soul having?" Buffy asked. "But Angel hasn't had his soul for months."
"Um, Buff are you okay? You only saw him a few months ago to tell him you were alive and kickin'. I'm sure he's still soul having." Xander took a step closer to her, concern evident on his face. "Really Buffy, are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine." Buffy suddenly sat down on the ground, rubbing her temples with her forefingers. She than looked up at Spike, "I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."
"We weren't there to begin with." Spike replied.
Both the Slayer and the Vampire suddenly earning a, "Huh?" from Xander.
****
"He's been like this for hours," Dawn stood in the kitchen next to her sister while motioning towards the living room where Spike was in an almost comatose like state. "What's wrong with him?"
Buffy shook her head, "I don't know Dawnie. M-Maybe I should get him more blood?" The Slayer asked, motioning to the four empty packs they had fed him, laying on the counter.
"Buffy, I have a feeling he's overloaded with bloodiness." The younger Summers made a face, still not liking the thought of anyone....or any being for that matter, drinking blood.
Buffy sat down on a nearby stool, "You're right." She mumbled.
A low moaning coming from the living room caused both Summers women to jump out of their seats and rush into the living room.
"Spike?" Buffy and Dawn both asked, hovering over him.
"W-What happened?" Spike moaned.
"You passed out." Buffy replied, handing him a glass of water she had set on the coffee table earlier.
"I figured that." He said groggily, sipping the water, moistening his dry mouth. "Oh...." He suddenly said, remembering what had happened.
"A little slow, aren't ya?" Dawn joked, trying to lighten the mood a little.
"Did you get injected by some demon poison or something like I did before? I mean....you," Buffy sighed. "It couldn't of been that, you look like you haven't eaten in weeks. I don't think the affects of that demon would last that long on another demon. I mean your hair isn't even blinding anymore."
He cracked a dry smile, not wanting to reveal his life-changing secret at the moment.
Once he had gotten his soul, he had realized how unworthy he was to be around these two. He was unworthy of their love, friendship, everything. He was a demon. He was supposed to live in the dark, where these two beautiful women were creatures of light. He regretted ever telling Buffy she belonged in the dark....with him.
No human could ever be as low as he was. Not even bloody Xander for Christsakes. He shouldn't even be in their house right now! They should of left him to die! Wasn't that how Buffy felt about him anyway? Didn't she want him to die?
He grabbed his head as a million cruel thoughts about himself piled into his head at once. He hated himself, true, but why did even these thoughts hurt his head? Sure they didn't give him the emotional and physical pain he got when he thought of all the cruel things he'd done to humans. But why did thinking these thoughts hurt him so much?
Because it's hard to accept what you really are, his thoughts echoed in his mind. You're evil, you should die, die, die, DIE!
"Nooooo!" Spike hollered and grabbed his head in pain. Was he finally going insane?
"Spike?" Buffy and Dawn asked at once, concern evident on their faces.
"Leave me alone!" He screamed, tears starting to fall out of his eyes. "I'M EVIL! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Yeah, you're the big bad, you always say so." Buffy said, trying to lighten the mood like Dawn had a few minutes before.
"Buffy," Dawn looked over at her sister, her bottom lip trembling. "I think something's really wrong with him. Is he going to be okay?" The last word came out more as a sob than a word as Dawn collapsed into her sister's arms.
"Shhhh," Buffy held her sister, gently rocking the sixteen year old back and forth. "Everything will be okay." But the words didn't even sound true to her own ears.
TBC....
AN: Did anyone see the preview for "Firefly" Joss' new series. Coz was it just me, or was Riley on the previews? *shudders* I didn't see it too well, but it mighta been him.....EWWWWWWWWWWWWW