Disclaimer: Tears stream down my face as I look into his eyes. He takes my
cheek in his hand and brings my face closer. Our shared kiss lasts for only
a minute, but the fire and passion in it would remain with us forever.
"Please don't let me go." I whimper, burring my face in his neck. Lifting
my chin with his finger, he smiles sadly. "You have to." I begin to weep
harder, and he pulls me, simultaneously hugging and rocking me. "The only
way you can continue to write Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan fiction is to go
with him, the creator. I know you don't love him, but Joss Whedon will give
you the life you deserve. One I can never give you." The plane engine
starts up, and he releases me, but not before kissing me sweetly on the
forehead. "I love you, more than the stars, more than the moon, more than
Heaven." I shake my head, brushing the tears away. "When I'm away from you,
the stars fall from the sky, the moon turns black, and Heaven becomes a
miserable purgatory," I choke out. Chuckling, he brushes away my tears.
"When we die, we will finally be together." One last kiss and I must leave.
Rating: R- No sex for you, but for me. . . no, I don't get any either.
Summary: After a horrifying incident, Buffy leaves Sunnydale, vowing never to return. Well, we all know she can't stay away forever.
Author's Notes: I took the advice of many of you, and skipped school to write this chapter. Oh, ok, I didn't, but we can just pretend. I've had a bad couple of days, so this chapter may or may not reflect my mood. Many people have told me that this story is sad, and I'm sorry to say this is going to be sad all the way through, but with a super happy ending. Why? I am a sucker for happy endings! And I also hope that you stick through all my angsty crap and shit, because I'm moody, bitchy, broody, seventeen-year- old who loves to bring people down. But, I do detect better days on the horizon, so some good days will come. I won't be updating soon, but I will have the next chapter up, by the latest, Wednesday. Please stay with it, it gives me such joy that people read and enjoy my shit. Love you all forever!
PS: That depressingly disclaimer was poorly ripped off from Casablanca (never seen it) and Romeo and Juliet. Gentlemen upstage, Ladies downstage.
Chapter Eight- Past, Present, and Future
The whisky burned his throat as he took his second shot from the third bottle. God, I've turned into such a pussy. Can't even stand the cheap stuff anymore. After coughing and sputtering a few more minutes, he poured another shot.
Spike sat on the floor of his crypt, pulled up to the coffee table littered with various bottles of alcohol. Don't know where they came from, just kinda appeared. After the confrontation with Buffy, or Phoenix, or whatever that bloody bitch is calling herself, he walked around Sunnydale in confusion, until he found himself piss-dead drunk at home.
Eyeing the shot glass, mesmerized by the way the amber liquid moved, he took a deep breath and gulped it down. This one did him in, and he leaned over to the side and puked. It was a beautiful puddle, a mixture of the blood from lunch, Anya's fabulous spaghetti, and three bottles of Jack Daniel's.
Shit. He managed to stand up, and went in search of something to clean up the vomit. Last Saturday's comic page served the purpose, spread across the floor to soak up the small lake of barf.
Jesus H. Christ! I haven't had to heave since that party in 1974. When was the last time I got drunk? Trying hard to determine the exact date, Spike calculated it out. Five years. I haven't had a bloody drink in five years! No wonder I've turned into the Whelp when he's smashed. Spike smiled at that memory. The day Buffy called to say she wasn't coming back, he and Xander spent the day in her basement getting plastered. By about the second bottle, Xander was over the toilet.
As floor started to sway from beneath him, Spike slowly made his way to the couch to lie down.
The ceiling started to swirl, making little whirlpools above him. Buffy. God, Buffy. She's back.
He shook his head. No she's not. The girl is just some trashed-out bint who resembles the woman I gave my un-beating heart to.
If it weren't for this damned soul, I'd probably be able to forget about her. But, oh no, I had to go find one so the bitch would forgive me. Now, I have to love her no matter what she is.
Spike winced. He really did not regret getting his soul back. And because he asked for it, the pain wasn't as bad as it had been for Angel. Occasionally, he'd get the dreams of the people he had killed in the past, but that was about it. Besides, Buffy had forgiven him.
Oh well, doesn't fucking matter now! Buffy's gone forever and I didn't get my chance. Feeling a bit better, Spike got up from the couch and grabbed his half-full bottle of alcohol. In one swift move, he downed the entire contents. It struck him like a wrecking ball, and the last thing he could remember was falling onto the floor.
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Wincing at the morning sun coming through the partially closed windows in her motel room, Phoenix got up and closed the curtains. She glanced at the clock. 10:53.
Sighing, she got out of bed. The Magic Box opened almost three hours ago, and they were all probably waiting for her to show up. In the bathroom, she took a quick shower and brushed her teeth. While drying off, she picked out her clothes. After seeing everyone's reaction to yesterday's outfit, she chose something a little more conservative: a black halter-top and a pair of baggy khakis. Slowly, she took her nose ring out, as it might weird her friends out, and put on light brown eyeshadow as opposed to yesterday's bright green. Fixing her hair just the way she liked it, Phoenix grabbed her purse and went to her car.
Ten minutes later, she stood at the front door of the Magic Box, unsure of what to do. Would she just go in and pretend like last night hadn't happened, or would she simply be business-like, here to do the job and nothing else. Gathering her courage, she pushed open the door.
One word summarized her immediate reaction: Amazing. This wasn't the quaint little Magic Box she used to hang out in years ago. When Anya told her that they had expanded, she wasn't kidding.
To her left was a massive library, bookshelves filled with all sorts of spell books, demonic history volumes, incantation manuals and so on, all perfectly organized and categorized. The wall opposite of her was chock full of talismans, amulets, pentagrams, and other magickal items that would make any spell-caster's mouth water. In the middle of the building were computers and reading tables, to examine your items or check things out on the demon or magic index. Up above, the loft held a variety of candles, incense, vials containing roots and herbs, skulls, demon body parts, tubes of various blood types, and even a possessed hand. The cash register, expensive items, and glass display boxes holding the more precious objects were to the right. And although it was huge, the atmosphere remained warm and cozy.
As Phoenix entered the shop, everyone turned to look at her. Anya was at the cash register, ordering more Catrouver eyes. Giles, obviously, was at the bookshelves organizing the section on fairies and woodland spirits. Tara, looking quite exhausted, was working on the computer. Customers roamed the shop.
"Hey Phoenix!" Tara slowly got up from the computer and waddled over to the girl. The two stood in front of each other, unsure of what to do. Before Phoenix could say anything, Tara gave her a big hug. "I'm glad you're here," she whispered into her ear.
Despite herself, Phoenix smiled.
"You doing ok?" she asked.
Tara shook her head. "I had horrible indigestion, had to go to the bathroom five times last night, and then the smell of Willow's coffee made me all nauseated, so yeah, I'm ok." Laughter ensued.
As the two began walking into the store, Giles came up from the left, a little bit uncomfortable.
"How was your night Bu-Phoenix?"
The tension returned. "Fine," she said rather darkly. "I'm gonna go poke around," she explained to Tara before leaving the group.
"What happened?" Giles was confused, unsure of what he did to anger his former Slayer.
Staring at Phoenix, who was currently examining the Tibbar orb, Tara spoke in a whisper. "I think that name means something bad to her. She's not here."
Just then, Olivia came out of the back room with Derek, Gillian, and Ryan. The quartet walked over to Phoenix and began to chat. Suddenly, Gillian pulled the multi-colored hair girl down and whispered something in her ear. Phoenix responded by picking up the girl and swinging her about.
Smiling at the scene, Tara looked at Giles. "She's not here, but she isn't that far away."
Her attitude having improved, Phoenix returned to the two. "So, tell me what it is that I have to kill."
"Honestly," Giles exchanged a look with Tara, "We don't know."
"So you went in search of me so I could kill something, and you don't know what it is?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Giles walked past the girl and beckoned her to follow. Near the cash register was a door marked SCOOBIES ONLY. He opened the door. Inside was a room containing several couches and chairs, a large conference table, a high-tech computer, an oak shelf filled with books, and paper and files littering the floor.
Giles pulled a chair up to the table and plopped a huge file on the table. "We don't know what's going on, but we have a vague idea what could happen." Shuffling through the papers, he pulled some newspaper clippings out. "People have started disappearing then re-appearing, some babies have been born with green skin, buildings spontaneously combust, cars run through the streets without drivers, and so on."
She shrugged. "Normal Hellmouth stuff."
He leaned back in his chair, pulled off his glasses, and began to pinch the bridge of his nose. "All these things happened within one week."
If it really could happen, her eyes would have popped out of her head.
Replacing the glasses on his face, Giles started to put the contents back in the file. "We think these occurrences have something to do with the energy of the Hellmouth being altered, as if someone, or something, is changing its field."
"Are they going to try to open it?" she asked, while she silently prayed. Please God, No.
"I don't know."
They sat in silence for a while.
Slamming her fist on the table, Phoenix spoke up. "Well, let's get on it. Feel like a little training, old guy?" she mocked.
Laughing, Giles stood up. "It's been quite a long time. I think even I could kick you ass."
"We'll see."
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"Darkness is life, an energy that seeps through the body, a dark ink that consumes everything in its path.
It is my world, my home.
Their destiny.
In a while, we will have completed phase one of the transformation. I will be at full strength, able to destroy anyone who dares challenge me.
It has been brought to my attention that a group who fights the forces of evil may try to stop our plight, but their attempts will only bring their deaths. It is also possible that they may call on the Slayer, who was once their ally. No need to worry, for if they are able to contact the girl, I know how to destroy her.
The deaths of the mortals will be swift, her's will be long."
Rating: R- No sex for you, but for me. . . no, I don't get any either.
Summary: After a horrifying incident, Buffy leaves Sunnydale, vowing never to return. Well, we all know she can't stay away forever.
Author's Notes: I took the advice of many of you, and skipped school to write this chapter. Oh, ok, I didn't, but we can just pretend. I've had a bad couple of days, so this chapter may or may not reflect my mood. Many people have told me that this story is sad, and I'm sorry to say this is going to be sad all the way through, but with a super happy ending. Why? I am a sucker for happy endings! And I also hope that you stick through all my angsty crap and shit, because I'm moody, bitchy, broody, seventeen-year- old who loves to bring people down. But, I do detect better days on the horizon, so some good days will come. I won't be updating soon, but I will have the next chapter up, by the latest, Wednesday. Please stay with it, it gives me such joy that people read and enjoy my shit. Love you all forever!
PS: That depressingly disclaimer was poorly ripped off from Casablanca (never seen it) and Romeo and Juliet. Gentlemen upstage, Ladies downstage.
Chapter Eight- Past, Present, and Future
The whisky burned his throat as he took his second shot from the third bottle. God, I've turned into such a pussy. Can't even stand the cheap stuff anymore. After coughing and sputtering a few more minutes, he poured another shot.
Spike sat on the floor of his crypt, pulled up to the coffee table littered with various bottles of alcohol. Don't know where they came from, just kinda appeared. After the confrontation with Buffy, or Phoenix, or whatever that bloody bitch is calling herself, he walked around Sunnydale in confusion, until he found himself piss-dead drunk at home.
Eyeing the shot glass, mesmerized by the way the amber liquid moved, he took a deep breath and gulped it down. This one did him in, and he leaned over to the side and puked. It was a beautiful puddle, a mixture of the blood from lunch, Anya's fabulous spaghetti, and three bottles of Jack Daniel's.
Shit. He managed to stand up, and went in search of something to clean up the vomit. Last Saturday's comic page served the purpose, spread across the floor to soak up the small lake of barf.
Jesus H. Christ! I haven't had to heave since that party in 1974. When was the last time I got drunk? Trying hard to determine the exact date, Spike calculated it out. Five years. I haven't had a bloody drink in five years! No wonder I've turned into the Whelp when he's smashed. Spike smiled at that memory. The day Buffy called to say she wasn't coming back, he and Xander spent the day in her basement getting plastered. By about the second bottle, Xander was over the toilet.
As floor started to sway from beneath him, Spike slowly made his way to the couch to lie down.
The ceiling started to swirl, making little whirlpools above him. Buffy. God, Buffy. She's back.
He shook his head. No she's not. The girl is just some trashed-out bint who resembles the woman I gave my un-beating heart to.
If it weren't for this damned soul, I'd probably be able to forget about her. But, oh no, I had to go find one so the bitch would forgive me. Now, I have to love her no matter what she is.
Spike winced. He really did not regret getting his soul back. And because he asked for it, the pain wasn't as bad as it had been for Angel. Occasionally, he'd get the dreams of the people he had killed in the past, but that was about it. Besides, Buffy had forgiven him.
Oh well, doesn't fucking matter now! Buffy's gone forever and I didn't get my chance. Feeling a bit better, Spike got up from the couch and grabbed his half-full bottle of alcohol. In one swift move, he downed the entire contents. It struck him like a wrecking ball, and the last thing he could remember was falling onto the floor.
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Wincing at the morning sun coming through the partially closed windows in her motel room, Phoenix got up and closed the curtains. She glanced at the clock. 10:53.
Sighing, she got out of bed. The Magic Box opened almost three hours ago, and they were all probably waiting for her to show up. In the bathroom, she took a quick shower and brushed her teeth. While drying off, she picked out her clothes. After seeing everyone's reaction to yesterday's outfit, she chose something a little more conservative: a black halter-top and a pair of baggy khakis. Slowly, she took her nose ring out, as it might weird her friends out, and put on light brown eyeshadow as opposed to yesterday's bright green. Fixing her hair just the way she liked it, Phoenix grabbed her purse and went to her car.
Ten minutes later, she stood at the front door of the Magic Box, unsure of what to do. Would she just go in and pretend like last night hadn't happened, or would she simply be business-like, here to do the job and nothing else. Gathering her courage, she pushed open the door.
One word summarized her immediate reaction: Amazing. This wasn't the quaint little Magic Box she used to hang out in years ago. When Anya told her that they had expanded, she wasn't kidding.
To her left was a massive library, bookshelves filled with all sorts of spell books, demonic history volumes, incantation manuals and so on, all perfectly organized and categorized. The wall opposite of her was chock full of talismans, amulets, pentagrams, and other magickal items that would make any spell-caster's mouth water. In the middle of the building were computers and reading tables, to examine your items or check things out on the demon or magic index. Up above, the loft held a variety of candles, incense, vials containing roots and herbs, skulls, demon body parts, tubes of various blood types, and even a possessed hand. The cash register, expensive items, and glass display boxes holding the more precious objects were to the right. And although it was huge, the atmosphere remained warm and cozy.
As Phoenix entered the shop, everyone turned to look at her. Anya was at the cash register, ordering more Catrouver eyes. Giles, obviously, was at the bookshelves organizing the section on fairies and woodland spirits. Tara, looking quite exhausted, was working on the computer. Customers roamed the shop.
"Hey Phoenix!" Tara slowly got up from the computer and waddled over to the girl. The two stood in front of each other, unsure of what to do. Before Phoenix could say anything, Tara gave her a big hug. "I'm glad you're here," she whispered into her ear.
Despite herself, Phoenix smiled.
"You doing ok?" she asked.
Tara shook her head. "I had horrible indigestion, had to go to the bathroom five times last night, and then the smell of Willow's coffee made me all nauseated, so yeah, I'm ok." Laughter ensued.
As the two began walking into the store, Giles came up from the left, a little bit uncomfortable.
"How was your night Bu-Phoenix?"
The tension returned. "Fine," she said rather darkly. "I'm gonna go poke around," she explained to Tara before leaving the group.
"What happened?" Giles was confused, unsure of what he did to anger his former Slayer.
Staring at Phoenix, who was currently examining the Tibbar orb, Tara spoke in a whisper. "I think that name means something bad to her. She's not here."
Just then, Olivia came out of the back room with Derek, Gillian, and Ryan. The quartet walked over to Phoenix and began to chat. Suddenly, Gillian pulled the multi-colored hair girl down and whispered something in her ear. Phoenix responded by picking up the girl and swinging her about.
Smiling at the scene, Tara looked at Giles. "She's not here, but she isn't that far away."
Her attitude having improved, Phoenix returned to the two. "So, tell me what it is that I have to kill."
"Honestly," Giles exchanged a look with Tara, "We don't know."
"So you went in search of me so I could kill something, and you don't know what it is?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Giles walked past the girl and beckoned her to follow. Near the cash register was a door marked SCOOBIES ONLY. He opened the door. Inside was a room containing several couches and chairs, a large conference table, a high-tech computer, an oak shelf filled with books, and paper and files littering the floor.
Giles pulled a chair up to the table and plopped a huge file on the table. "We don't know what's going on, but we have a vague idea what could happen." Shuffling through the papers, he pulled some newspaper clippings out. "People have started disappearing then re-appearing, some babies have been born with green skin, buildings spontaneously combust, cars run through the streets without drivers, and so on."
She shrugged. "Normal Hellmouth stuff."
He leaned back in his chair, pulled off his glasses, and began to pinch the bridge of his nose. "All these things happened within one week."
If it really could happen, her eyes would have popped out of her head.
Replacing the glasses on his face, Giles started to put the contents back in the file. "We think these occurrences have something to do with the energy of the Hellmouth being altered, as if someone, or something, is changing its field."
"Are they going to try to open it?" she asked, while she silently prayed. Please God, No.
"I don't know."
They sat in silence for a while.
Slamming her fist on the table, Phoenix spoke up. "Well, let's get on it. Feel like a little training, old guy?" she mocked.
Laughing, Giles stood up. "It's been quite a long time. I think even I could kick you ass."
"We'll see."
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"Darkness is life, an energy that seeps through the body, a dark ink that consumes everything in its path.
It is my world, my home.
Their destiny.
In a while, we will have completed phase one of the transformation. I will be at full strength, able to destroy anyone who dares challenge me.
It has been brought to my attention that a group who fights the forces of evil may try to stop our plight, but their attempts will only bring their deaths. It is also possible that they may call on the Slayer, who was once their ally. No need to worry, for if they are able to contact the girl, I know how to destroy her.
The deaths of the mortals will be swift, her's will be long."