"The Gypsy chit is right," declare Spike as Willow tended to his cuts.
"Something is coming." He stood to pace the room again.
"Spike, you have to sit down, you could hurt yourself or-or open a cut again." said Tara.
"That and get blood all over the shop's floor," muttered Anya in the corner.
"No! No, we can't sit still! They're coming for her! Don't you get it? No!" shouted Spike. "We can't sit! We can't wait!" His voice broke with throaty emotion.
The rest of the scoobies looked on. Even Xander had to feel bad of the guy.
"Spike," said Giles. "Sit down, what did you see?" he asked in an understanding tone he used with Buffy when she was in high school.
"They- they weren't like anything I…" he paused to gained his composure. They changed her. They took her from her peace and they made her theirs. She was so dark Giles, she was so dark," he said, voice husky with emotion. Spike shuddered, he could still feel her bury her perfect mouth to his neck, could feel he drink in his soul to her lips.
Tara saw how uneasy he was, how he shook, how he was still shaken up. 'He's been through so much. He was just beginning to get over his grieving. And now she can be brought back… and then all this…' she thought.
"What happened in your dream Spike"
He seemed not to notice the question.
"Spike?"
He continued to look into dead space as he spoke.
"She was back and she was perfect, and she was with me."
"Wait, by with do you mean WITH?" asked Xander.
"Xander, don't make a big deal" whispered Willow.
"They had no eyes. Dru… she used to talk of them in rhyme. How they whispered to her. But I thought it was only one of her loony bint rants…"
"They were there, they were feeding off of her power. And she… she was feeding off of me." He took a ragged breath. ( this breathing this was going to take some getting used to.) " They made her their Child of Darkness. She was empty inside, the sunlight was gone. Buffy was gone. The Harbinger of Death. Nothing of Light shall grow, above or below."
"the Harbingers?" asked Giles, walking with purpose to the bookshelf.
"You know of them?" asked Spike coming out of his cryptic state.
"Buffy, she fought them. Ah, she killed them when Angel was being targeted after his resurrection. They worked for The First. The first form of evil. Before love, before life, before existence they were there. It is said that you cannot physically harm The First. They are pure evil in all it's essence.
"Well you bloody well have to find a way! I let Buffy die, I can't let her come back only to have us kill her again."
"Spike, we didn't kill Buffy. You didn't kill Buffy." Said Xander.
"Like hell we didn't! I couldn't stop the Doc, I failed her! And you know, you KNOW she jumped for each and every one of you. The world be damned for once. She jumped for you and she jumped for Dawn. She saved YOU this time. Not the world, not the unknowing, ungrateful world. You."
"What are we going to do?" asked Dawn quietly.
"We are going to bring her back before the Harbingers can." Said Willow, even though it could mean her own self-destruction.
"Spike, you have to sit down, you could hurt yourself or-or open a cut again." said Tara.
"That and get blood all over the shop's floor," muttered Anya in the corner.
"No! No, we can't sit still! They're coming for her! Don't you get it? No!" shouted Spike. "We can't sit! We can't wait!" His voice broke with throaty emotion.
The rest of the scoobies looked on. Even Xander had to feel bad of the guy.
"Spike," said Giles. "Sit down, what did you see?" he asked in an understanding tone he used with Buffy when she was in high school.
"They- they weren't like anything I…" he paused to gained his composure. They changed her. They took her from her peace and they made her theirs. She was so dark Giles, she was so dark," he said, voice husky with emotion. Spike shuddered, he could still feel her bury her perfect mouth to his neck, could feel he drink in his soul to her lips.
Tara saw how uneasy he was, how he shook, how he was still shaken up. 'He's been through so much. He was just beginning to get over his grieving. And now she can be brought back… and then all this…' she thought.
"What happened in your dream Spike"
He seemed not to notice the question.
"Spike?"
He continued to look into dead space as he spoke.
"She was back and she was perfect, and she was with me."
"Wait, by with do you mean WITH?" asked Xander.
"Xander, don't make a big deal" whispered Willow.
"They had no eyes. Dru… she used to talk of them in rhyme. How they whispered to her. But I thought it was only one of her loony bint rants…"
"They were there, they were feeding off of her power. And she… she was feeding off of me." He took a ragged breath. ( this breathing this was going to take some getting used to.) " They made her their Child of Darkness. She was empty inside, the sunlight was gone. Buffy was gone. The Harbinger of Death. Nothing of Light shall grow, above or below."
"the Harbingers?" asked Giles, walking with purpose to the bookshelf.
"You know of them?" asked Spike coming out of his cryptic state.
"Buffy, she fought them. Ah, she killed them when Angel was being targeted after his resurrection. They worked for The First. The first form of evil. Before love, before life, before existence they were there. It is said that you cannot physically harm The First. They are pure evil in all it's essence.
"Well you bloody well have to find a way! I let Buffy die, I can't let her come back only to have us kill her again."
"Spike, we didn't kill Buffy. You didn't kill Buffy." Said Xander.
"Like hell we didn't! I couldn't stop the Doc, I failed her! And you know, you KNOW she jumped for each and every one of you. The world be damned for once. She jumped for you and she jumped for Dawn. She saved YOU this time. Not the world, not the unknowing, ungrateful world. You."
"What are we going to do?" asked Dawn quietly.
"We are going to bring her back before the Harbingers can." Said Willow, even though it could mean her own self-destruction.