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: Thanx to the person who told me to mention Joyce, I hadn't even thought of that. And, sorry I can't think of your name off hand but I give you credit and I'll be sure to mention her.
Chapter Fifteen
Her dark brown hair pooled over her shoulders in an elegant fashion as she touched the lacy rims of her off-white dress. A pool of blood was stained on the front of the dress, making heads turned as the woman walked down the street.
Drusilla smiled to herself as she reached her destination: The Summers house. She clapped her hands wildly together, giggling giddily as she spun around in a circle, her arms spread wide, causing her to accidentally bump into the vampiress standing next to her.
"Angelus is coming and then we will get my William back." She looked up at the sleeping household of the summers. "We will be together again, luv."
"Who's William?" The bubbly voice of a certain blonde vampiress came from beside Drusilla. Yet, Drusilla only spared a quick glance at Harmony before dancing off into the night.
****
The morning, or rather afternoon, seemed to arrive quick for the occupants in the Summers' household. Annoyed grumbles could be heard throughout the house. Everybody knew what was to come today, and they were dreading the moment when it would happen.
Few were preparing for the spell at this time, only three were in fact, Dawn, Giles, and Willow. The three had left earlier in search of the magick components to be used in the spell and had been gone for a little over fifteen minutes already.
2002-Buffy yawned as she pulled out a cereal bar from the cabinet and took a few small bites, not even glancing up as Angel came into the room.
"Hey." He said, nervously fiddling with the leather coat he was wearing.
She gave him a small smile, taking another small bite of her cereal bar and cursing herself when crumbs flew all over the places, "What is it with these things?" She asked no one in particular. "I think they're meant to feed ME, not the floor." She rolled her eyes, tossing the bar in the garbage before searching in the cabinets for something less crummy.
"Um," Angel spoke up. "Do you think someone can run to the butchers for me?" He asked. "I need some blood."
"There's some in the freezer." She answered nonchalantly.
"Why would you have blood in the freezer?" The dark haired vampire asked.
"Spike." She said simply, carrying her bowl of cereal over to the island in the kitchen before taking a seat on the stool.
"Now he has blood-" Angel stopped talking as 2002-Spike entered the room. And Buffy was glad for his presence. She really didn't feel like sitting through a pointless outburst of Angel's right now.
Buffy gave Spike a half grin as he walked over to the freezer pulling out a packet of blood. And, that's when Angel noticed something. They were all over each other. Spike and Buffy were surrounded in each others sent.
Angel let out a growl as he narrowed his eyes at Spike, "What the HELL is going on with you two?"
"What?" Buffy asked, looking at Angel startled by his outburst.
"You're all over each other. You smell like each other!" He growled at Spike and started to charge towards him, but was stopped by a pissed off Buffy.
"Don't touch him." She spat. "Angel, what I do in my personal life is none of your business anymore."
And with that said, she walked out of the room, Spike on her heels. And, on the way out, Spike suddenly had the childish urge to stick his tongue out as his grande-sire. And, he did just that. Angel let out another growl.
****
1998-Spike hadn't been able to sleep all night. He just couldn't stop thinking about Buffy, or what he had realized. How could he fall in love with her in such a little amount of time and, more importantly, could he ever tell her? Sure, they had kissed a couple of times but did it really mean more than that to her? Did she really have feelings for him?
The sound of footsteps coming down the basement stairs, where Spike was at the moment, startled him momentarily. And, he visibly tensed when he realized who it was. It was *her*.
"Buffy." He said, trying to act nonchalant.
"Spike," She took a seat next to him on the cot that Angel had slept on. She suddenly took a deep breath before blurting out, "I *really* don't know if I can do it. How can I face Angelus after what he did? How?" She sniffled as fresh tears brimmed at her eyes. "I really wish my mom was here." And that's when a thought struck her, where WAS her mom in this dimension? She made a mental note to ask the other Buffy later.
1998-Spike, with his hand shaking, slowly started to run his hand through her hair, "Shh." He said softly. "It'll be okay, luv. I promise."
She looked up at him, fresh tears spilling over her cheeks, "How can you be sure?"
"You always get through these things." He smirked. "And now you've got me."
"Do I?" She asked.
He looked down at her, brushing a stray tear off her cheek, "From now on you'll always have me."
She smiled and pressed her lips to his in a passionate yet tender kiss. Locking her arms around his neck, she pried open his mouth, letting their tongues do an intimate dance known to every generation that had lived. Than, as quick as it had started she pulled away, biting her lip slightly as she smiled at him.
"I just wanted to make sure." She said.
****
The group sat in a circle around the living room, waiting for Anya to arrive with the last components of the spell.
Giles looked up at the group from skimming the magick book they were going to use for about the millionth time, "Wasn't she supposed to be here over forty-five minutes ago?"
Dawn glanced quickly at her 'Winnie The Pooh' watch before saying, "More like an hour."
"She better not be torturing some innocent 'client' of hers." 2002-Buffy rolled her eyes. "I'll kill her."
Xander suddenly raised his hand slightly, "Can I object?"
"I was being sarcastic, Xander." 2002-Buffy rolled her eyes.
Xander gave her a goofy grin, "You know I knew that, right?"
She smirked at him, playful punching him on the arm, "Sure. Whatever, Xander."
"Okay, and with the 'ow'." He cringed, looking at the light red spot that was forming on his upper arm.
"Sorry, Xander." She smiled slightly.
"Okay." 2002-Spike suddenly stood up, his hands deep in his pockets as he started to pace. "Not that I want Angelus here," He gave Angel a sideways glance. "Hey I don't even want that poof here. But, where the HELL is Anya?"
As if on cue, the vengeance demon appeared right before him.
"Did I hear my name?" Anya asked.
"You're late." 2002-Buffy said, looking over at Anya. "Where were you?"
Anya looked nonchalant as she answered, "Just tending to some business."
"Okay, just don't tell me about it. Because, I really don't want to have to kill you." 2002-Buffy shook her head. "So did you bring the ingredients for the rest of the spell?"
"Yep," Anya threw some bagged ingredients at the foot of Buffy. "Now, can we do this spell so I can leave. I really have to get to Hallie's tonight."
2002-Buffy shook her head as they all took their places in the circle.
Giles handed Angel a small knife and the vampire cut himself, letting the crimson liquid flow into a small caldron, as Giles started to chant the words of the spell, closely followed by the others,
"Quod perditum es, in venietur.
Quod perditum es, in venietur." Giles paused as the others repeated the line, than quickly, by himself, continued the next part in english.
"Angelus, you who murdered so many,
we call on you.
Come to us.
In flesh.
In Blood.
In heartache and death.
BRING HIM FORTH!
Quod perditum es, in venietur.
Quod perditum es, in venietur."
The room went silent when the spell was finished. And for a minute, 1998-Buffy wondered if the spell had worked. But, suddenly the lights flickered leaving the room in total darkness.
And, out of the darkness a voice spoke, "Well isn't this interesting."
Angelus.
TBC....
AN: "Quod perditum es, in venietur." means "What was lost shall be found" in Latin. Giles recited this spell in "Becoming Part 1" (It's actually for Angel's soul, but it can also be for the crystal they are looking for and to bring forth Angelus, right?) hehe. BTW, just the latin was in "Becoming Part 1", I made up the rest.
Also, I couldn't help but notice on 7.4-"help" last night what Tara's grave said. She was born on Oct 16, and that's today. So *sniffle* happy *sniffle* B-day *sniffle* Tara *sob*!
Hehe, and don't forget to review!
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: Thanx to the person who told me to mention Joyce, I hadn't even thought of that. And, sorry I can't think of your name off hand but I give you credit and I'll be sure to mention her.
Chapter Fifteen
Her dark brown hair pooled over her shoulders in an elegant fashion as she touched the lacy rims of her off-white dress. A pool of blood was stained on the front of the dress, making heads turned as the woman walked down the street.
Drusilla smiled to herself as she reached her destination: The Summers house. She clapped her hands wildly together, giggling giddily as she spun around in a circle, her arms spread wide, causing her to accidentally bump into the vampiress standing next to her.
"Angelus is coming and then we will get my William back." She looked up at the sleeping household of the summers. "We will be together again, luv."
"Who's William?" The bubbly voice of a certain blonde vampiress came from beside Drusilla. Yet, Drusilla only spared a quick glance at Harmony before dancing off into the night.
****
The morning, or rather afternoon, seemed to arrive quick for the occupants in the Summers' household. Annoyed grumbles could be heard throughout the house. Everybody knew what was to come today, and they were dreading the moment when it would happen.
Few were preparing for the spell at this time, only three were in fact, Dawn, Giles, and Willow. The three had left earlier in search of the magick components to be used in the spell and had been gone for a little over fifteen minutes already.
2002-Buffy yawned as she pulled out a cereal bar from the cabinet and took a few small bites, not even glancing up as Angel came into the room.
"Hey." He said, nervously fiddling with the leather coat he was wearing.
She gave him a small smile, taking another small bite of her cereal bar and cursing herself when crumbs flew all over the places, "What is it with these things?" She asked no one in particular. "I think they're meant to feed ME, not the floor." She rolled her eyes, tossing the bar in the garbage before searching in the cabinets for something less crummy.
"Um," Angel spoke up. "Do you think someone can run to the butchers for me?" He asked. "I need some blood."
"There's some in the freezer." She answered nonchalantly.
"Why would you have blood in the freezer?" The dark haired vampire asked.
"Spike." She said simply, carrying her bowl of cereal over to the island in the kitchen before taking a seat on the stool.
"Now he has blood-" Angel stopped talking as 2002-Spike entered the room. And Buffy was glad for his presence. She really didn't feel like sitting through a pointless outburst of Angel's right now.
Buffy gave Spike a half grin as he walked over to the freezer pulling out a packet of blood. And, that's when Angel noticed something. They were all over each other. Spike and Buffy were surrounded in each others sent.
Angel let out a growl as he narrowed his eyes at Spike, "What the HELL is going on with you two?"
"What?" Buffy asked, looking at Angel startled by his outburst.
"You're all over each other. You smell like each other!" He growled at Spike and started to charge towards him, but was stopped by a pissed off Buffy.
"Don't touch him." She spat. "Angel, what I do in my personal life is none of your business anymore."
And with that said, she walked out of the room, Spike on her heels. And, on the way out, Spike suddenly had the childish urge to stick his tongue out as his grande-sire. And, he did just that. Angel let out another growl.
****
1998-Spike hadn't been able to sleep all night. He just couldn't stop thinking about Buffy, or what he had realized. How could he fall in love with her in such a little amount of time and, more importantly, could he ever tell her? Sure, they had kissed a couple of times but did it really mean more than that to her? Did she really have feelings for him?
The sound of footsteps coming down the basement stairs, where Spike was at the moment, startled him momentarily. And, he visibly tensed when he realized who it was. It was *her*.
"Buffy." He said, trying to act nonchalant.
"Spike," She took a seat next to him on the cot that Angel had slept on. She suddenly took a deep breath before blurting out, "I *really* don't know if I can do it. How can I face Angelus after what he did? How?" She sniffled as fresh tears brimmed at her eyes. "I really wish my mom was here." And that's when a thought struck her, where WAS her mom in this dimension? She made a mental note to ask the other Buffy later.
1998-Spike, with his hand shaking, slowly started to run his hand through her hair, "Shh." He said softly. "It'll be okay, luv. I promise."
She looked up at him, fresh tears spilling over her cheeks, "How can you be sure?"
"You always get through these things." He smirked. "And now you've got me."
"Do I?" She asked.
He looked down at her, brushing a stray tear off her cheek, "From now on you'll always have me."
She smiled and pressed her lips to his in a passionate yet tender kiss. Locking her arms around his neck, she pried open his mouth, letting their tongues do an intimate dance known to every generation that had lived. Than, as quick as it had started she pulled away, biting her lip slightly as she smiled at him.
"I just wanted to make sure." She said.
****
The group sat in a circle around the living room, waiting for Anya to arrive with the last components of the spell.
Giles looked up at the group from skimming the magick book they were going to use for about the millionth time, "Wasn't she supposed to be here over forty-five minutes ago?"
Dawn glanced quickly at her 'Winnie The Pooh' watch before saying, "More like an hour."
"She better not be torturing some innocent 'client' of hers." 2002-Buffy rolled her eyes. "I'll kill her."
Xander suddenly raised his hand slightly, "Can I object?"
"I was being sarcastic, Xander." 2002-Buffy rolled her eyes.
Xander gave her a goofy grin, "You know I knew that, right?"
She smirked at him, playful punching him on the arm, "Sure. Whatever, Xander."
"Okay, and with the 'ow'." He cringed, looking at the light red spot that was forming on his upper arm.
"Sorry, Xander." She smiled slightly.
"Okay." 2002-Spike suddenly stood up, his hands deep in his pockets as he started to pace. "Not that I want Angelus here," He gave Angel a sideways glance. "Hey I don't even want that poof here. But, where the HELL is Anya?"
As if on cue, the vengeance demon appeared right before him.
"Did I hear my name?" Anya asked.
"You're late." 2002-Buffy said, looking over at Anya. "Where were you?"
Anya looked nonchalant as she answered, "Just tending to some business."
"Okay, just don't tell me about it. Because, I really don't want to have to kill you." 2002-Buffy shook her head. "So did you bring the ingredients for the rest of the spell?"
"Yep," Anya threw some bagged ingredients at the foot of Buffy. "Now, can we do this spell so I can leave. I really have to get to Hallie's tonight."
2002-Buffy shook her head as they all took their places in the circle.
Giles handed Angel a small knife and the vampire cut himself, letting the crimson liquid flow into a small caldron, as Giles started to chant the words of the spell, closely followed by the others,
"Quod perditum es, in venietur.
Quod perditum es, in venietur." Giles paused as the others repeated the line, than quickly, by himself, continued the next part in english.
"Angelus, you who murdered so many,
we call on you.
Come to us.
In flesh.
In Blood.
In heartache and death.
BRING HIM FORTH!
Quod perditum es, in venietur.
Quod perditum es, in venietur."
The room went silent when the spell was finished. And for a minute, 1998-Buffy wondered if the spell had worked. But, suddenly the lights flickered leaving the room in total darkness.
And, out of the darkness a voice spoke, "Well isn't this interesting."
Angelus.
TBC....
AN: "Quod perditum es, in venietur." means "What was lost shall be found" in Latin. Giles recited this spell in "Becoming Part 1" (It's actually for Angel's soul, but it can also be for the crystal they are looking for and to bring forth Angelus, right?) hehe. BTW, just the latin was in "Becoming Part 1", I made up the rest.
Also, I couldn't help but notice on 7.4-"help" last night what Tara's grave said. She was born on Oct 16, and that's today. So *sniffle* happy *sniffle* B-day *sniffle* Tara *sob*!
Hehe, and don't forget to review!