Title: Living Again
Author: FutureSlayer
Raiting: PG-13
Feedback: Despretly need to know if I should continue, please R&R!
Distribution: Take it anywhere you want, just fill me in first
Disclaimer: Joss is the mighty and powerfull. He created everything. My story is mine, but only pure speculation.
Summery: Set 3 months after "Grave". Spike returns to Sunnydale a changed man. Please R&R!!!!
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Dawn's eyes fluttered open as she looked at the clock. 5:00 am. Like clockwork Dawn pulled the covers off of her body, and jumped out of bed, already fully dressed. This had become her ritual.
In the three months since Spike had left, and everything had gone down with Willow and the remaining geek squad, she would pop out of bed every morning, before anyone woke in the house. Than she would slip out quietly, and make her way towards Spike's crypt.
Shortly after the end of the world was prevented, again, Clem had packed up and moved to a nicer crypt in another cemetary permenetly. Dawn didn't blame him for leaving Spike's, the vampire had been gone for nearly a summer, and everyone was sure that he wasn't coming back.
Dawn visited his old home every morning, wishing still that she would go and find Spike there, like nothing had ever happened. Still she was disapointed every morning, finding the crypt empty like she knew it would be. Pulling the door open, Dawn slipped inside, just as the first rays of sunlight began to shine, the day approaching.
The crypt still smelt of blood and smokes, and Dawn slipped off Spike's leather jacket, that Spike had left before he took off. She wore it every morning to the crypt, placing it on the chair in front of the TV, while she sat on the coffin and cried. Cried for losing another person that she loved.
Spike had left without so much as a goodbye, and Dawn couldn't be more upset by the loss. Mom, Tara, Buffy, Spike....she feared the list of people gone that she loved would get bigger. The young Summers stoped her thoughts, painfully remembering what Willow had said to her at Racks, when she was still under the power of the magick.
A half an hour later, Dawn would pick up Spikes duster, and dissapear from the crypt, making sure the note that she had written to him, in case he ever came back, was safley hidden in a place only Spike would look.
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Buffy's alarm clock blaired as it hit 7:00 and the Slayer reluctently rolled over and hit the alarm off. She pulled the covers back and pulled herself out of bed, heading to the bathroom.
When Buffy finally was downstairs, dressed and ready for the day, she once again noted how quiet everything in the house was now. Shortly after everything that had happened, Willow had aggred to stay at the house, though she rarely ever came out of her room. Sometimes she didn't even come down to eat, only heading to the kitchen when she absaloutley had to.
Buffy feared that she would start starving herself all together, or start taking piles of food to her room so she would never have to exit it again. She missed her best friend, even though she understood that Willow needed time to get over what she had done. She had killed Warren, lost Tara, wounded Xander, kicked Buffy's ass some, and tried to destroy the world all in a matter of nights. She wouldn't just bounce back from this.
Than there was Spike. The one person that she had counted on to be there, annoying her to no end, forever. No matter what she did he still stayed, and finally he left her, like she worried he would all along. She had admited she cared for him, had some feeling towards him, and still he wasn't happy. She knew that he loved her, but wouldn't allow herself to love him back. He was evil, pure and simple. And then that night, when he had in many ways proved to her that he was still a monster. The last night that she saw him.
Though she would never admit it, Buffy missed him, sometimes more than she could bare. A void in her life that would most likley be there forever, unless he ever showed up in Sunnydale again. As the months passed, she lost more and more hope that she would ever see Spike again, that she would ever be able to tell him that she forgave him for what he had tried to do.
She had forgave him the second he left the bathroom. Because she knew that he didn't mean to do it. That he was blinded by love. Or maybe Buffy just hoped that every thing he had ever told her was true.
That he was uncapable of hurting her. Buffy sighed as the pop tart she was cooking poped out of the toster, pulling her out of her thoughts. Wiping a tear that threatened to fall from her eye, she pulled the pastrys out of the toster and onto her napkin, oblivious to the feeling of the heat through the napkin.
Buffy took one look at her makeshift breakfast and grimised throwing it in the trash can. It was hard to eat these days.
*He's never going to come back to me*, Buffy thought as she made her way back to her room, and cried.
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Spike turned off his motorcycle as he greeted the Welcome to Sunnydale sign, shining in all its glory, covered in sunlight. Just as he was. Sighing with contentment, Spike steped off the bike, marveling at the beauty of the world when it was daylight. The beauty he hadn't seen glow like this in hundreds of years.
"Home sweet home" he whispered to himself as he climbed back onto his bike and reved it up, making his way to the Summers' home, his hair glistining in the sunlight.
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A/N: Ok so should I keep going with the story?? I need reviews to motivate me to write more, that or I'm an attention seeker. :) I'm kinnda eagar to write what happens when Spike and Buffy see eachother again, so if I get a positive response, than I'll have the next chapter up in a couple days. Review if you like, review if you hate just please review!!--FS
Author: FutureSlayer
Raiting: PG-13
Feedback: Despretly need to know if I should continue, please R&R!
Distribution: Take it anywhere you want, just fill me in first
Disclaimer: Joss is the mighty and powerfull. He created everything. My story is mine, but only pure speculation.
Summery: Set 3 months after "Grave". Spike returns to Sunnydale a changed man. Please R&R!!!!
~
Dawn's eyes fluttered open as she looked at the clock. 5:00 am. Like clockwork Dawn pulled the covers off of her body, and jumped out of bed, already fully dressed. This had become her ritual.
In the three months since Spike had left, and everything had gone down with Willow and the remaining geek squad, she would pop out of bed every morning, before anyone woke in the house. Than she would slip out quietly, and make her way towards Spike's crypt.
Shortly after the end of the world was prevented, again, Clem had packed up and moved to a nicer crypt in another cemetary permenetly. Dawn didn't blame him for leaving Spike's, the vampire had been gone for nearly a summer, and everyone was sure that he wasn't coming back.
Dawn visited his old home every morning, wishing still that she would go and find Spike there, like nothing had ever happened. Still she was disapointed every morning, finding the crypt empty like she knew it would be. Pulling the door open, Dawn slipped inside, just as the first rays of sunlight began to shine, the day approaching.
The crypt still smelt of blood and smokes, and Dawn slipped off Spike's leather jacket, that Spike had left before he took off. She wore it every morning to the crypt, placing it on the chair in front of the TV, while she sat on the coffin and cried. Cried for losing another person that she loved.
Spike had left without so much as a goodbye, and Dawn couldn't be more upset by the loss. Mom, Tara, Buffy, Spike....she feared the list of people gone that she loved would get bigger. The young Summers stoped her thoughts, painfully remembering what Willow had said to her at Racks, when she was still under the power of the magick.
A half an hour later, Dawn would pick up Spikes duster, and dissapear from the crypt, making sure the note that she had written to him, in case he ever came back, was safley hidden in a place only Spike would look.
~
Buffy's alarm clock blaired as it hit 7:00 and the Slayer reluctently rolled over and hit the alarm off. She pulled the covers back and pulled herself out of bed, heading to the bathroom.
When Buffy finally was downstairs, dressed and ready for the day, she once again noted how quiet everything in the house was now. Shortly after everything that had happened, Willow had aggred to stay at the house, though she rarely ever came out of her room. Sometimes she didn't even come down to eat, only heading to the kitchen when she absaloutley had to.
Buffy feared that she would start starving herself all together, or start taking piles of food to her room so she would never have to exit it again. She missed her best friend, even though she understood that Willow needed time to get over what she had done. She had killed Warren, lost Tara, wounded Xander, kicked Buffy's ass some, and tried to destroy the world all in a matter of nights. She wouldn't just bounce back from this.
Than there was Spike. The one person that she had counted on to be there, annoying her to no end, forever. No matter what she did he still stayed, and finally he left her, like she worried he would all along. She had admited she cared for him, had some feeling towards him, and still he wasn't happy. She knew that he loved her, but wouldn't allow herself to love him back. He was evil, pure and simple. And then that night, when he had in many ways proved to her that he was still a monster. The last night that she saw him.
Though she would never admit it, Buffy missed him, sometimes more than she could bare. A void in her life that would most likley be there forever, unless he ever showed up in Sunnydale again. As the months passed, she lost more and more hope that she would ever see Spike again, that she would ever be able to tell him that she forgave him for what he had tried to do.
She had forgave him the second he left the bathroom. Because she knew that he didn't mean to do it. That he was blinded by love. Or maybe Buffy just hoped that every thing he had ever told her was true.
That he was uncapable of hurting her. Buffy sighed as the pop tart she was cooking poped out of the toster, pulling her out of her thoughts. Wiping a tear that threatened to fall from her eye, she pulled the pastrys out of the toster and onto her napkin, oblivious to the feeling of the heat through the napkin.
Buffy took one look at her makeshift breakfast and grimised throwing it in the trash can. It was hard to eat these days.
*He's never going to come back to me*, Buffy thought as she made her way back to her room, and cried.
~
Spike turned off his motorcycle as he greeted the Welcome to Sunnydale sign, shining in all its glory, covered in sunlight. Just as he was. Sighing with contentment, Spike steped off the bike, marveling at the beauty of the world when it was daylight. The beauty he hadn't seen glow like this in hundreds of years.
"Home sweet home" he whispered to himself as he climbed back onto his bike and reved it up, making his way to the Summers' home, his hair glistining in the sunlight.
~
A/N: Ok so should I keep going with the story?? I need reviews to motivate me to write more, that or I'm an attention seeker. :) I'm kinnda eagar to write what happens when Spike and Buffy see eachother again, so if I get a positive response, than I'll have the next chapter up in a couple days. Review if you like, review if you hate just please review!!--FS