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Spoilers: Up to the end of season 6.
Reviews: Goodness yes! I thrive on reviews! Now, on to the story!
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A cold breeze caressed her cheek and she shivered, pulling the weather- beaten black leather closer to her petite body. Holding the duster together with her left hand and using her right hand to pull her hat farther down on her head, Buffy started walking briskly.
Stupid patrolling, she thought. Don't vamps and demons have the common sense to get out of the cold? Stupid undead people. Buffy made her way around the cracked headstones, making her way to a new grave. The slayer sat down in front of the freshly upturned earth, reading the name on the grave's marker. Samantha Collins, it read, 1985 - 2002. Buffy sighed and used her index finger to trace in the dirt. Bo-ring, she thought, yawning. Not a vampire in sight . . . and I really want to hurt something. I mean, I've gotta get my rocks off somehow. The corners of Buffy's mouth turned up in a half-smile, remembering Spike. Huh, I guess he's rubbing off on me . . . or was any way. That is, until he left.
Her smile faded, her lips turning into a frown and her brow furrowing. Why did I have to think about Spike at a time like this? I have to get on with my life . . . accept that he isn't going to come back. Ever. End of story. Buffy buried her face in her hands and closed her eyes, attempting to clear her head. Come on Samantha, wake up already! The slayer rubbed her neck with her hands, working at the knot that was forming there. I miss him. I wish Spike was here . . . I could really use those hands of his right now. Wait! No, no, not thinking of him. I can't. Buffy got up and started pacing back and forth, muttering in frustration. "Why did he have to leave like that? I mean, okay, he did do something horrible and . . . and I get that. But he could have at least said something. I mean, is one little good-bye too much to ask for? He could have at least told me where he was going, left a note or something. But no! He has to be Mr. Big Bad Creature Of The Night and leave without so much as a 'See ya later!'. Grr! Why do guys always do that to me? They always seem to up and leave just when I need them most. I can't stand it when --"
Her words were cut off as she was tackled from behind. Buffy rolled onto her back to face her opponent, a young female vampire in game face. She could see the grave she'd been watching over had been opened, and the dirt had been disturbed, obviously when the girl had clawed her way out. "Samantha, I presume?".
The vamp answered Buffy with a hard blow to the stomach. Reeling backwards, Buffy struggled to regain her stance.
"Geez, don't you guys take 'Rest In Peace' seriously anymore?"
The slayer reached for the wooden stake she'd been keeping in the duster's pocket and grasped it tightly. "Don't worry, I'll make this quick" Buffy quipped, right before Samantha hit her with a hard uppercut, sending Buffy sprawling to the grass. Or maybe not, she thought warily. While off her guard, the vampire knocked the stake out of the slayer's hand, grabbing Buffy's throat in a strong, vice-like grip. Choking and gasping for air, Buffy's hands fumbled around for a weapon to use. Colors started flashing in front of her eyes, and everything starting going dark. Closing her eyes, Buffy felt herself slipping into sweet oblivion. All off the sudden, the grip on her neck was gone, leaving Buffy coughing and gasping for air. Wow, I'm really off my game. I wish Giles was here to help me train.
Opening her eyes, Buffy gasped as she recognized the figure in front of her.
"Spike?!"
Spoilers: Up to the end of season 6.
Reviews: Goodness yes! I thrive on reviews! Now, on to the story!
* * * * *
A cold breeze caressed her cheek and she shivered, pulling the weather- beaten black leather closer to her petite body. Holding the duster together with her left hand and using her right hand to pull her hat farther down on her head, Buffy started walking briskly.
Stupid patrolling, she thought. Don't vamps and demons have the common sense to get out of the cold? Stupid undead people. Buffy made her way around the cracked headstones, making her way to a new grave. The slayer sat down in front of the freshly upturned earth, reading the name on the grave's marker. Samantha Collins, it read, 1985 - 2002. Buffy sighed and used her index finger to trace in the dirt. Bo-ring, she thought, yawning. Not a vampire in sight . . . and I really want to hurt something. I mean, I've gotta get my rocks off somehow. The corners of Buffy's mouth turned up in a half-smile, remembering Spike. Huh, I guess he's rubbing off on me . . . or was any way. That is, until he left.
Her smile faded, her lips turning into a frown and her brow furrowing. Why did I have to think about Spike at a time like this? I have to get on with my life . . . accept that he isn't going to come back. Ever. End of story. Buffy buried her face in her hands and closed her eyes, attempting to clear her head. Come on Samantha, wake up already! The slayer rubbed her neck with her hands, working at the knot that was forming there. I miss him. I wish Spike was here . . . I could really use those hands of his right now. Wait! No, no, not thinking of him. I can't. Buffy got up and started pacing back and forth, muttering in frustration. "Why did he have to leave like that? I mean, okay, he did do something horrible and . . . and I get that. But he could have at least said something. I mean, is one little good-bye too much to ask for? He could have at least told me where he was going, left a note or something. But no! He has to be Mr. Big Bad Creature Of The Night and leave without so much as a 'See ya later!'. Grr! Why do guys always do that to me? They always seem to up and leave just when I need them most. I can't stand it when --"
Her words were cut off as she was tackled from behind. Buffy rolled onto her back to face her opponent, a young female vampire in game face. She could see the grave she'd been watching over had been opened, and the dirt had been disturbed, obviously when the girl had clawed her way out. "Samantha, I presume?".
The vamp answered Buffy with a hard blow to the stomach. Reeling backwards, Buffy struggled to regain her stance.
"Geez, don't you guys take 'Rest In Peace' seriously anymore?"
The slayer reached for the wooden stake she'd been keeping in the duster's pocket and grasped it tightly. "Don't worry, I'll make this quick" Buffy quipped, right before Samantha hit her with a hard uppercut, sending Buffy sprawling to the grass. Or maybe not, she thought warily. While off her guard, the vampire knocked the stake out of the slayer's hand, grabbing Buffy's throat in a strong, vice-like grip. Choking and gasping for air, Buffy's hands fumbled around for a weapon to use. Colors started flashing in front of her eyes, and everything starting going dark. Closing her eyes, Buffy felt herself slipping into sweet oblivion. All off the sudden, the grip on her neck was gone, leaving Buffy coughing and gasping for air. Wow, I'm really off my game. I wish Giles was here to help me train.
Opening her eyes, Buffy gasped as she recognized the figure in front of her.
"Spike?!"