Title: Bye bye baby
Author: Lady fire heart
Disclaimer: This belongs to the almighty god Joss. I wish I had created it. But I didn't. Another one of those things I was too stupid to create. I am just one of the shows adoring floozies.
Thanks to:
RoseAnn for the beginning.
and all my e friends for reading.
And all my in town friends for making me laugh.
Also a big thanks to Mrs. Jane Grady. You introduced me to books and writing. I think you will always be the best teacher I had.
I am going short on the thanks now. My beta reader complained a lot about it saying it was longer than some of my chapters.
BTW thank you Michelle Gates (my beta reader person lol) for reading and complaining so I can strive to be better.
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William stepped up onto the third floor landing and stared at the attic door. 'Come on.' He said to himself. William pulled down on the rope and the stairs folded down to the floor. William stepped up and into the dark attic. They had worked so hard on trying to hide the past. But now it was inevitable. William walked over to the chest and slowly opened it to find the old trench coat thrown down. William sighed and picked up the rest of the black clothing. He didn't want spike here. He wanted to stay here with Joyce but he knew he would never be able too without thinking of Anne.
William pulled the rest of the faded clothing out of the trunk and pulled the bottom of the trunk out. The wood creaked loudly and William reached into the hidden compartment. His hand touched the cold orbs he was searching for and he pulled them out and into the light.
The blue orbs shimmered in the light from the top of the attic and William sighed. "I thought I was never going to see you guys again." He said as he rolled the orbs in his hands. One of the orbs flashed a deep aqua as William watched. "I guess that's Spike." He mumbled.
William stood wearily and walked down the attic steps back down to the third floor landing. William pushed hard and the stairs folded up into the ceiling again.
The orbs shimmered under the trench coat that he had folded over his arm. William walked down the stairs to the second floor and walked into the master bedroom. Anne loved this room. "The pastels blended perfectly to give the feeling of being in a Easter egg." He thought to himself. Anne had been so mad when he said that the first time but she was used to his wise cracks now and even threw some back at him every now and then.
William walked into the master bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His short red blonde hair curled around his face and made him look like he was only 28 when he was actually 39 now. William sighed heavily and opened the medicine cabinet.
There was the bleaching kit. William pulled it out of the cabinet and closed the door again. "Dear Anne." He said to himself.
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Joyce stood slowly and leaned against the wall. "Michael. My parents are coming." She whispered. Michael looked out the window. "I don't see your dad or your mom." He answered. Joyce closed her eyes and shook her head sadly. "No. They're not my parents. Someone else is." She whispered. Michael turned around and looked at her suspiciously. "What do you mean they're not your parents?" he asked. Joyce wiped a tear away from her cheek. "They took me from my real parents I guess. Some man in my dreams told me that when I saw red that my parents would come and the parents of the present would be lost forever." Joyce took a breath and looked at Michael who was looking at the floor in realization. "The walls…" he whispered. Joyce nodded. "They were red." She answered.
Michael wiped his eyes and picked up Joyce's black jacket. "Come on." He said. Joyce caught her jacket and stared at Michael. "Where are we going?" she asked. Michael threw open the door and turned back to her. "We are going to your house." Joyce looked at Michael in confusion.
"But my dad..."
"Are you going to listen to him forever?"
"Michael. What's wrong with you? Your terrified of him."
"Yes I am terrified of him. But what's scarier is losing my best friend."
Joyce smiled at this kind thought. "Ok." She said. "Let's go."
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Anne awoke from the dark to find Drusilla and Darla talking softly behind her.
"I think we should kill her now."
" Now Drusilla. We need some bait."
" But the king of hearts whispers loudly. He says that we will fail."
"Why do you listen to those voices?"
"They talk to me. They tell me things."
"Well someday one of those voices is going to tell you to stake yourself."
"The pixies wouldn't do that to me."
" sigh. Drusilla. The plan is made and we will follow it. Get the girl. Get William angry. Get William to bring Spike back to life. They come here. We kill them both and then turn the girl."
"Yes. I like this plan."
Anne gulped and shivered as she heard this. She didn't want William to bring Spike back to life. It would bring trouble. Anne felt a cold fear rip through her. Joyce couldn't make it without a mom though. How would William explain feminine things to her? Anne knew she had to get away but there were two bloodsuckers behind her and rope holding her down tightly. "William. Please don't come." She whispered to herself.
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William dried his hair and looked back into the mirror. A young peroxide blonde looked back at him. William pulled on the black shirt, jeans, and coat that he had not seen in so long. William looked at himself and sighed. He was exactly what Anne had never wanted him to become again. William picked up the shining blue orb and looked for the small crack that would let the powers out once again.
The crack lit sky blue as his hand found it and he pressed onto it. The orb cracked in two and a whirl of wind filled the room. William yelled in pain and fell to his knees.
It was so much pain all put together. A rush of air knocked him hard and he felt the air pulled out of his lungs. William fell onto his side and flinched as the pain grew.
Everything hurt. William roared in pain and anguish.
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Joyce opened the door and threw her coat down. "Mum! DAD!" she shouted. No answer. Michael shivered despite himself and Joyce looked around. "Where are they?" she asked. Michael shrugged and then jumped back as a roar echoed thorough the house.
Joyce turned towards the steps and was about to run up but Michael grabbed her by the wrist. "Joyce did you hear that? That is not a good sound to follow." He whispered. Joyce pulled her arm from him and looked up the stairs. "It might be something bad Michael. I have to protect my parents." She whispered with a pleading voice.
"But Joyce…"
" Michael please listen. You can either stay here or you can come up with me."
Michael looked around and then looked back at Joyce. "Ok. I'll come with you."
Joyce ran up the steps with Michael following cautiously. Joyce stopped outside the open bedroom door.
She never had understood how her mother could stand those pastels. She would always remember her mother's face when her father had called it looking through an Easter egg. Joyce had laughed and laughed. She agreed with her father. Dark rich colors were better.
Michael stepped up behind her and took a breath. "Is…it in here?" he whispered. Joyce walked slowly into the room and stopped outside of the bathroom door.
She could hear heavy breathing like that of a lion or a tiger and she shivered over if she should open the door or not. Michael tapped her on the shoulder and she turned quickly to look at him. "Come on Joyce. We'll both open it."
Joyce pushed open the door as Michael stood beside her and she took a step back as she saw the man lying on the floor. Michael had a look of complete and utter confusion on his face. "Who is that?" he whispered.
Joyce's eyes roamed over the man. He had the trench coat and several other things from the attic. His face was lumpy and he had large fangs where normal canines should be. His hair looked like it had been bleached peroxide blonde. Joyce took a step towards him and crouched down beside him. She softly ran her fingers across his face.
"Daddy?" she whimpered.
A swirl of fear and terror swept over her as the man opened his eyes and growled lowly.
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TBC
Well? What do you think?
A big Wahoo to my friend mark who has set up a mailing list that will alert you whenever I add a chapter. If you wish to be put on the list just email me a request (no need to be long unless you want it to be) and I will add you onto the list. Thanks for reading.
Faith
Author: Lady fire heart
Disclaimer: This belongs to the almighty god Joss. I wish I had created it. But I didn't. Another one of those things I was too stupid to create. I am just one of the shows adoring floozies.
Thanks to:
RoseAnn for the beginning.
and all my e friends for reading.
And all my in town friends for making me laugh.
Also a big thanks to Mrs. Jane Grady. You introduced me to books and writing. I think you will always be the best teacher I had.
I am going short on the thanks now. My beta reader complained a lot about it saying it was longer than some of my chapters.
BTW thank you Michelle Gates (my beta reader person lol) for reading and complaining so I can strive to be better.
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William stepped up onto the third floor landing and stared at the attic door. 'Come on.' He said to himself. William pulled down on the rope and the stairs folded down to the floor. William stepped up and into the dark attic. They had worked so hard on trying to hide the past. But now it was inevitable. William walked over to the chest and slowly opened it to find the old trench coat thrown down. William sighed and picked up the rest of the black clothing. He didn't want spike here. He wanted to stay here with Joyce but he knew he would never be able too without thinking of Anne.
William pulled the rest of the faded clothing out of the trunk and pulled the bottom of the trunk out. The wood creaked loudly and William reached into the hidden compartment. His hand touched the cold orbs he was searching for and he pulled them out and into the light.
The blue orbs shimmered in the light from the top of the attic and William sighed. "I thought I was never going to see you guys again." He said as he rolled the orbs in his hands. One of the orbs flashed a deep aqua as William watched. "I guess that's Spike." He mumbled.
William stood wearily and walked down the attic steps back down to the third floor landing. William pushed hard and the stairs folded up into the ceiling again.
The orbs shimmered under the trench coat that he had folded over his arm. William walked down the stairs to the second floor and walked into the master bedroom. Anne loved this room. "The pastels blended perfectly to give the feeling of being in a Easter egg." He thought to himself. Anne had been so mad when he said that the first time but she was used to his wise cracks now and even threw some back at him every now and then.
William walked into the master bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His short red blonde hair curled around his face and made him look like he was only 28 when he was actually 39 now. William sighed heavily and opened the medicine cabinet.
There was the bleaching kit. William pulled it out of the cabinet and closed the door again. "Dear Anne." He said to himself.
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Joyce stood slowly and leaned against the wall. "Michael. My parents are coming." She whispered. Michael looked out the window. "I don't see your dad or your mom." He answered. Joyce closed her eyes and shook her head sadly. "No. They're not my parents. Someone else is." She whispered. Michael turned around and looked at her suspiciously. "What do you mean they're not your parents?" he asked. Joyce wiped a tear away from her cheek. "They took me from my real parents I guess. Some man in my dreams told me that when I saw red that my parents would come and the parents of the present would be lost forever." Joyce took a breath and looked at Michael who was looking at the floor in realization. "The walls…" he whispered. Joyce nodded. "They were red." She answered.
Michael wiped his eyes and picked up Joyce's black jacket. "Come on." He said. Joyce caught her jacket and stared at Michael. "Where are we going?" she asked. Michael threw open the door and turned back to her. "We are going to your house." Joyce looked at Michael in confusion.
"But my dad..."
"Are you going to listen to him forever?"
"Michael. What's wrong with you? Your terrified of him."
"Yes I am terrified of him. But what's scarier is losing my best friend."
Joyce smiled at this kind thought. "Ok." She said. "Let's go."
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Anne awoke from the dark to find Drusilla and Darla talking softly behind her.
"I think we should kill her now."
" Now Drusilla. We need some bait."
" But the king of hearts whispers loudly. He says that we will fail."
"Why do you listen to those voices?"
"They talk to me. They tell me things."
"Well someday one of those voices is going to tell you to stake yourself."
"The pixies wouldn't do that to me."
" sigh. Drusilla. The plan is made and we will follow it. Get the girl. Get William angry. Get William to bring Spike back to life. They come here. We kill them both and then turn the girl."
"Yes. I like this plan."
Anne gulped and shivered as she heard this. She didn't want William to bring Spike back to life. It would bring trouble. Anne felt a cold fear rip through her. Joyce couldn't make it without a mom though. How would William explain feminine things to her? Anne knew she had to get away but there were two bloodsuckers behind her and rope holding her down tightly. "William. Please don't come." She whispered to herself.
________________________________________________________________________
William dried his hair and looked back into the mirror. A young peroxide blonde looked back at him. William pulled on the black shirt, jeans, and coat that he had not seen in so long. William looked at himself and sighed. He was exactly what Anne had never wanted him to become again. William picked up the shining blue orb and looked for the small crack that would let the powers out once again.
The crack lit sky blue as his hand found it and he pressed onto it. The orb cracked in two and a whirl of wind filled the room. William yelled in pain and fell to his knees.
It was so much pain all put together. A rush of air knocked him hard and he felt the air pulled out of his lungs. William fell onto his side and flinched as the pain grew.
Everything hurt. William roared in pain and anguish.
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Joyce opened the door and threw her coat down. "Mum! DAD!" she shouted. No answer. Michael shivered despite himself and Joyce looked around. "Where are they?" she asked. Michael shrugged and then jumped back as a roar echoed thorough the house.
Joyce turned towards the steps and was about to run up but Michael grabbed her by the wrist. "Joyce did you hear that? That is not a good sound to follow." He whispered. Joyce pulled her arm from him and looked up the stairs. "It might be something bad Michael. I have to protect my parents." She whispered with a pleading voice.
"But Joyce…"
" Michael please listen. You can either stay here or you can come up with me."
Michael looked around and then looked back at Joyce. "Ok. I'll come with you."
Joyce ran up the steps with Michael following cautiously. Joyce stopped outside the open bedroom door.
She never had understood how her mother could stand those pastels. She would always remember her mother's face when her father had called it looking through an Easter egg. Joyce had laughed and laughed. She agreed with her father. Dark rich colors were better.
Michael stepped up behind her and took a breath. "Is…it in here?" he whispered. Joyce walked slowly into the room and stopped outside of the bathroom door.
She could hear heavy breathing like that of a lion or a tiger and she shivered over if she should open the door or not. Michael tapped her on the shoulder and she turned quickly to look at him. "Come on Joyce. We'll both open it."
Joyce pushed open the door as Michael stood beside her and she took a step back as she saw the man lying on the floor. Michael had a look of complete and utter confusion on his face. "Who is that?" he whispered.
Joyce's eyes roamed over the man. He had the trench coat and several other things from the attic. His face was lumpy and he had large fangs where normal canines should be. His hair looked like it had been bleached peroxide blonde. Joyce took a step towards him and crouched down beside him. She softly ran her fingers across his face.
"Daddy?" she whimpered.
A swirl of fear and terror swept over her as the man opened his eyes and growled lowly.
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TBC
Well? What do you think?
A big Wahoo to my friend mark who has set up a mailing list that will alert you whenever I add a chapter. If you wish to be put on the list just email me a request (no need to be long unless you want it to be) and I will add you onto the list. Thanks for reading.
Faith