Wind Beneath My Wings
By: Stephy Rated R Disclaimer- As you probably already know, I own nothing! They all belong to Joss. *Set during AU season 4 after 'Something Blue' Ever wonder why Buffy choice "Wind Beneath My Wings" for her wedding song? Spuffyness!! Feedback? Yes, please! I'm glad that people are liking my story. Hope everyone likes this next chapter!
Spike had shortly arrived at Buffy's dorm room, after he made a quick stop at a grave to retrieve some flowers. He had been standing in front of her door for about five minutes, trying to figure out what he was going to say.
"Bugger it." He raised his hand and naturally knocked on her door.
"Come in!" Shouted Willow from her laying position on her bed. Xander had left twenty minutes after Buffy, to see if Giles and his girlfriend needed any assistance.
"Now pet, you should no better than to invite strangers into your room."
The witch's eyes widen, as she began to grow more nervous by the second. "Sp. Spike. What are you doing here?"
He saunters over towards the witch, raising both hands in the air as a sign of defense. "Calm down, red. Remember, I'm chipped." He stated as he pointed to his head.
" I just came over to talk to Buf. I mean the slayer. Is she around?"
Willow stood-up with a little more relief, "Actually, she went to go talk to Riley about the new baddie in town. It's this mystery floating creature- thingy that keeps leaving her cryptic notes."
She looked behind Spike to get a glimpse of the white, circular clock that hung over the dresser, "Wow. I wonder what's taking her so long. She left over an hour ago."
Spike was becoming a little uneasy. He concentrated on his surroundings, and notice something was feeling a little off. Something wasn't right. Something was wrong with Buffy.
There was another knock at the door. Spike tensed up has the unpleasant atmosphere thicken around him. Willow opened the door, to find Riley stationed in front of her, grinning like an idiot.
"Oh, Hey Riley." The red head backed up to let Riley in. The black leather form kept still, never taking his eyes off the white bread.
"Hey Will." He greeted as he placed a black purse and his miniature notebook on top of the wooden desk. He ignored the glaring vampire completely.
"Umm. Where's Buff? She said she was meeting you." She asked slightly confused.
"Oh, I walked her to her mother's house, because she had to talk to her about something. I didn't want her going alone, because of the stalker demon."
He then nodded towards the purse; "She forgot her bag at headquarters, so I figure I drop it back off here. I didn't want to interrupt her and her mom."
He made his way towards the door, "She also told me to tell you, that she's going to spend the night at her mom's house, and not to worry."
Willow hesitated for a moment, until he gave her a reassuring beam before leaving. "See ya later. I'll let you know if we find anything."
Will sat back down on the bed. Then a sudden thought hit her.
"Her mom is in LA for the Art Gallery Thanksgiving Sale, for the week."
Spike's head snapped towards the witch. He then went towards the desk and roughly grabbed the tiny book.
"Opps, he must have had forgotten, I'll go get him."
"WAIT!" The vampire shouted at the witch. Willow stopped dead in her tracks, as the vamp continued to stare at the pages of the notebook.
On the bottom of each page, laid an eye symbol with a tiny star above it.
Flashbacks started to reappear in Spike's head. Images of the notes Buffy handed him became the main focus. "Bloody Damn Hell!"
"That bloody wanker has the slayer!"
Willow started to feel distress, "Riley?"
"The symbols on these pages are exactly the same as the ones on the threatening notes they slayer received!" He forcefully tossed the notebook on the floor.
Willow walked towards the now panicking vampire, "What does the symbol mean?"
Spike faced Willow with a forlorn look, "It's a sign for evil." 'Why did I have to be so damn stubborn before? I should've put my soddin' pride aside and helped her out!' He kept mentally blaming himself.
Spike then remembered why that symbol looked so familiar, "Riley must of summon the brown clad figure known as a White Demon, to suck the essence out of 'er for what ever reason."
Willow gasped, "Oh my god!"
"Round up the watcher and the scoobies, I'm going after her."
Willow agreed, as Spike quickly ran out the door.
Spike raced through the streets of Sunnydale, trying to pick up Buffy's scent. He kept thinking of the worst. He kept thinking that if anything happened to her, it would be his entire fault. She came to him for help, and he completely dismissed her and emotionally abused her.
Now the thought of never seeing her, hearing her, or even touching her was an earth shattering thought. He remembered the kisses they shared, when they were under the spell. When moist warm lips met with his cool ones, passion and tenderness was being overplayed in a very good manner.
He needed her, and he knew it.
He rounded the cemetery and stopped short when a familiar scent hit him.
Blood.
Slayer blood.
He followed the sweet, copper smell until he came across a metal door in the ground. Spike carefully opened it, using all his vampire strength.
He found initiative headquarters.
The smell of blood deepened. He cautiously jumped inside landing on the cemented ground, like a cat. It was pitch black.
The smell of blood hit him like ecstasy. He morphed and quietly looked around until he spotted a damp tunnel.
He slowly moved, whilst following using all is vampire senses. His ears perked up when he heard a soft whimper.
Buffy!
Is paced quicken, until he reached the end. Then he came to a dramatic arrest.
If is heart have been beating, it would had stopped at the very sight.
Buffy was securely handcuffed to a large, thick pole. Her hair was greased and matted. Her clothes were shredded, revealing portions of her skin. However, everywhere on her skin, was a deep slash mark. Each mark was drawing so much blood, that if she were a regular girl, she would have been dead.
Buffy notice him, as he began to walk towards her. Spike was speechless. He so badly wanted to hold her. Buffy's eyes then widen when an arrow from a crossbow made its way through Spike's chest. Then she screamed.
TBC.
Wow, I'm evil (heehee) Next chapter will be up soon. I promise!
By: Stephy Rated R Disclaimer- As you probably already know, I own nothing! They all belong to Joss. *Set during AU season 4 after 'Something Blue' Ever wonder why Buffy choice "Wind Beneath My Wings" for her wedding song? Spuffyness!! Feedback? Yes, please! I'm glad that people are liking my story. Hope everyone likes this next chapter!
Spike had shortly arrived at Buffy's dorm room, after he made a quick stop at a grave to retrieve some flowers. He had been standing in front of her door for about five minutes, trying to figure out what he was going to say.
"Bugger it." He raised his hand and naturally knocked on her door.
"Come in!" Shouted Willow from her laying position on her bed. Xander had left twenty minutes after Buffy, to see if Giles and his girlfriend needed any assistance.
"Now pet, you should no better than to invite strangers into your room."
The witch's eyes widen, as she began to grow more nervous by the second. "Sp. Spike. What are you doing here?"
He saunters over towards the witch, raising both hands in the air as a sign of defense. "Calm down, red. Remember, I'm chipped." He stated as he pointed to his head.
" I just came over to talk to Buf. I mean the slayer. Is she around?"
Willow stood-up with a little more relief, "Actually, she went to go talk to Riley about the new baddie in town. It's this mystery floating creature- thingy that keeps leaving her cryptic notes."
She looked behind Spike to get a glimpse of the white, circular clock that hung over the dresser, "Wow. I wonder what's taking her so long. She left over an hour ago."
Spike was becoming a little uneasy. He concentrated on his surroundings, and notice something was feeling a little off. Something wasn't right. Something was wrong with Buffy.
There was another knock at the door. Spike tensed up has the unpleasant atmosphere thicken around him. Willow opened the door, to find Riley stationed in front of her, grinning like an idiot.
"Oh, Hey Riley." The red head backed up to let Riley in. The black leather form kept still, never taking his eyes off the white bread.
"Hey Will." He greeted as he placed a black purse and his miniature notebook on top of the wooden desk. He ignored the glaring vampire completely.
"Umm. Where's Buff? She said she was meeting you." She asked slightly confused.
"Oh, I walked her to her mother's house, because she had to talk to her about something. I didn't want her going alone, because of the stalker demon."
He then nodded towards the purse; "She forgot her bag at headquarters, so I figure I drop it back off here. I didn't want to interrupt her and her mom."
He made his way towards the door, "She also told me to tell you, that she's going to spend the night at her mom's house, and not to worry."
Willow hesitated for a moment, until he gave her a reassuring beam before leaving. "See ya later. I'll let you know if we find anything."
Will sat back down on the bed. Then a sudden thought hit her.
"Her mom is in LA for the Art Gallery Thanksgiving Sale, for the week."
Spike's head snapped towards the witch. He then went towards the desk and roughly grabbed the tiny book.
"Opps, he must have had forgotten, I'll go get him."
"WAIT!" The vampire shouted at the witch. Willow stopped dead in her tracks, as the vamp continued to stare at the pages of the notebook.
On the bottom of each page, laid an eye symbol with a tiny star above it.
Flashbacks started to reappear in Spike's head. Images of the notes Buffy handed him became the main focus. "Bloody Damn Hell!"
"That bloody wanker has the slayer!"
Willow started to feel distress, "Riley?"
"The symbols on these pages are exactly the same as the ones on the threatening notes they slayer received!" He forcefully tossed the notebook on the floor.
Willow walked towards the now panicking vampire, "What does the symbol mean?"
Spike faced Willow with a forlorn look, "It's a sign for evil." 'Why did I have to be so damn stubborn before? I should've put my soddin' pride aside and helped her out!' He kept mentally blaming himself.
Spike then remembered why that symbol looked so familiar, "Riley must of summon the brown clad figure known as a White Demon, to suck the essence out of 'er for what ever reason."
Willow gasped, "Oh my god!"
"Round up the watcher and the scoobies, I'm going after her."
Willow agreed, as Spike quickly ran out the door.
Spike raced through the streets of Sunnydale, trying to pick up Buffy's scent. He kept thinking of the worst. He kept thinking that if anything happened to her, it would be his entire fault. She came to him for help, and he completely dismissed her and emotionally abused her.
Now the thought of never seeing her, hearing her, or even touching her was an earth shattering thought. He remembered the kisses they shared, when they were under the spell. When moist warm lips met with his cool ones, passion and tenderness was being overplayed in a very good manner.
He needed her, and he knew it.
He rounded the cemetery and stopped short when a familiar scent hit him.
Blood.
Slayer blood.
He followed the sweet, copper smell until he came across a metal door in the ground. Spike carefully opened it, using all his vampire strength.
He found initiative headquarters.
The smell of blood deepened. He cautiously jumped inside landing on the cemented ground, like a cat. It was pitch black.
The smell of blood hit him like ecstasy. He morphed and quietly looked around until he spotted a damp tunnel.
He slowly moved, whilst following using all is vampire senses. His ears perked up when he heard a soft whimper.
Buffy!
Is paced quicken, until he reached the end. Then he came to a dramatic arrest.
If is heart have been beating, it would had stopped at the very sight.
Buffy was securely handcuffed to a large, thick pole. Her hair was greased and matted. Her clothes were shredded, revealing portions of her skin. However, everywhere on her skin, was a deep slash mark. Each mark was drawing so much blood, that if she were a regular girl, she would have been dead.
Buffy notice him, as he began to walk towards her. Spike was speechless. He so badly wanted to hold her. Buffy's eyes then widen when an arrow from a crossbow made its way through Spike's chest. Then she screamed.
TBC.
Wow, I'm evil (heehee) Next chapter will be up soon. I promise!