Title: Alone, I Fear
Author: Sita
Summary: What would happen if Buffy awoke to a world where she wasn't the Slayer, yet still had the memories of being one, and her life in SunnyD. What would she do, and how far would she go in order to get her old life back? B/S
Rating: PG-13 (for language and sexual themes)
Spoilers: Post-7.5 "Selfless" (Doesn't really have anything to do with the episode though)
Disclaimer: You think some guy named Joss Whedon owns Buffy?! Psssht! Yeah right! *sigh* Well...okay he does but I can pretend can't I? Or maybe I could just borrow Spike? Also, I own Prissy.
Can't find where I am
Lying here
Alone I fear
Afraid of the dark
No one to claim
Alone again
~Avirl Lavigne
Chapter Two: No One Left
'Cause there's no one left to finger
There's no one here to blame
There's no one left to talk to honey
And there ain't no one to buy our innocence
~Sarah McLachlin
The bleached blonde vampire raised an eyebrow questioningly, "You know my name, pet?"
She looked down, a sudden pang of sadness overtaking her emotions, "You don't know me?"
"Why would I know you?" He took a step closer to her, his blue eyes shining dangerously under the bright white moonlight.
He took another step closer to her, and right then, she knew the Spike in this reality was soulless and unchipped. This wasn't *her* Spike.
Knowing she couldn't fight, she took a cautious step back from him, fearing the man--vampire who had been in love with her only yesterday. As she took a step back, he took ANOTHER step forward, smirking at her.
"And where do you think you're going?" He vamped out, expecting Buffy to scream and run. He loved a good chase.
But, she didn't scream at the sight of him. Only remembering when she had ran her hands over the ridges of his demon face, as she had had sex him. Used him. She shook her head at these thoughts. Now wasn't the time to dwell on *her* Spike. For, this was anything but her Spike.
And, just as she started to back away once again, he reached out and grabbed her, expecting to get a good meal.
But, just as he was about to lower his fangs into her neck. He stopped. A flash hit him. A flash of something. Yearning? Lust?....Love....? He shook his head as he let go of the girl, his eyes wide with fear from his own emotions. How could he feel something like that for someone he didn't know? Especially human? And more importantly, WHY had he felt that?
Seeing the look on his demon face, and recognizing it as a look of fear and confusion, possibly even revulsion, Buffy looked up at him curiously, "Spike?" She asked, hoping he had recognized her. Something that would let her know that this wasn't pure hell.
But, instead of answering her, the bleached-blonde vampire rushed away from her at superhuman speed, leaving her to wonder exactly WHY he had run away.
But, she didn't dwell on it at the moment as she climbed back in to her car and drove away.
****
Buffy watched as the night got darker, her back leaning against the car window as she thought back to the evil-Spike she had encountered earlier. When he had looked at her in fear and confusion, there had been something recognizable in those blue orbs of him. Something she'd only seen with her Spike. But, it was gone in a flash, replaced by utter revulsion as he had run away from her. She wondered if that revulsion was directed towards her. But, why?
A light tapping on her car window startled the her. And, Buffy turned her head only to see a young girl, no older than her age standing outside of the car window. Her flaming-red hair was cropped short, barely below her ears. And her wide blue eyes were almost as blue as Spike's. Almost.
Buffy was unsure about opening the door, but when the girl tapped more frantically, she obliged, reaching over to the passenger side she flipped up the lock.
The girl immediately jumped into the car.
"Drive!" She shouted, and Buffy looked back at what the girl had been running from. For, behind the car no less than twenty vampires were approaching. When she had her Slayer strength, she couldn't even fight that many alone.
Buffy drove immediately, "Where to?" She asked.
"Down Parkinsins Avenue the number is 1270, you know where that is?" The girl asked.
"Yeah. I live- used to live only a block away from there." Buffy answered, knowing by now this girl was harmless. And, Buffy was thankful for that.
"So, I'm Buffy." Buffy started before the sound in the car was replaced by uncomfortable silence.
"Prissy." The girl answered. "I'm Prissy."
"Interesting name." Buffy answered.
"Same for you."
Prissy suddenly looked unsure of herself as she started to speak again, ringing her long fingers nervously together, "What you saw back there-"
"Vampires." Buffy finished for Prissy. "I know about them. I fight them. I kill them. The whole nine yards."
Prissy looked relieved, "It's great I didn't have to explain anything to you."
Buffy nodded, finally stopping the car outside of a two story brick house. A fairly large front yard accented the house, the large tree's in it, making everything look almost eerie at night.
"Thanks for the ride." Prissy smiled.
"Look," Buffy started looking down embarrassedly. "I know I just met you, but I don't have anywhere to stay. And-"
Prissy nodded, cutting Buffy off, "I supposes it's okay if you stay with me." Prissy looked unsure, but figured she could protect her family if Buffy posed any threat to them.
"I'm sorry for asking you like this. Hell, I don't even know you, but-"
"It's okay, really." Prissy cut Buffy off once again.
And Buffy nodded, hoping she was right about Prissy. And that, the redhead WAS good like she hoped.
Buffy nodded stepping out of the car, "I hope you know I DO feel really stupid for asking this."
Prissy smiled, "It's no problem really. And I feel weird for saying YES to a stranger. But, you seem harmless. Almost like I know you somehow."
"I know how you feel." Buffy answered following the red-head into the house. Even if Sunnydale was horribly evil, she missed it. This was her home. Yet, in this reality, it seemed far for it. Spike being evil. Someone living in her house. No Dawn....
"Prissy!" A loud sounding unmistakable voice rung through the house, making Buffy pause as a girl walked down the stairs, glaring at Prissy. Her face was the same, but her hair was the same flaming red as Prissy's and her skin was thinner, paler.
"Dawn?" Buffy choked out.
Prissy turned her head, "You know her?"''
"Well I don't know her," Dawn walked the rest of the ways down the stairs.
Buffy looked over at Prissy curiously. "A-Are you the Slayer?" She tripped over her own words, suddenly feeling faint, while braising herself against the wall.
Prissy looked at her curiously, suspiciously. "How did you know?"
"Oh God."
TBC....
Please review!
Author: Sita
Summary: What would happen if Buffy awoke to a world where she wasn't the Slayer, yet still had the memories of being one, and her life in SunnyD. What would she do, and how far would she go in order to get her old life back? B/S
Rating: PG-13 (for language and sexual themes)
Spoilers: Post-7.5 "Selfless" (Doesn't really have anything to do with the episode though)
Disclaimer: You think some guy named Joss Whedon owns Buffy?! Psssht! Yeah right! *sigh* Well...okay he does but I can pretend can't I? Or maybe I could just borrow Spike? Also, I own Prissy.
Can't find where I am
Lying here
Alone I fear
Afraid of the dark
No one to claim
Alone again
~Avirl Lavigne
Chapter Two: No One Left
'Cause there's no one left to finger
There's no one here to blame
There's no one left to talk to honey
And there ain't no one to buy our innocence
~Sarah McLachlin
The bleached blonde vampire raised an eyebrow questioningly, "You know my name, pet?"
She looked down, a sudden pang of sadness overtaking her emotions, "You don't know me?"
"Why would I know you?" He took a step closer to her, his blue eyes shining dangerously under the bright white moonlight.
He took another step closer to her, and right then, she knew the Spike in this reality was soulless and unchipped. This wasn't *her* Spike.
Knowing she couldn't fight, she took a cautious step back from him, fearing the man--vampire who had been in love with her only yesterday. As she took a step back, he took ANOTHER step forward, smirking at her.
"And where do you think you're going?" He vamped out, expecting Buffy to scream and run. He loved a good chase.
But, she didn't scream at the sight of him. Only remembering when she had ran her hands over the ridges of his demon face, as she had had sex him. Used him. She shook her head at these thoughts. Now wasn't the time to dwell on *her* Spike. For, this was anything but her Spike.
And, just as she started to back away once again, he reached out and grabbed her, expecting to get a good meal.
But, just as he was about to lower his fangs into her neck. He stopped. A flash hit him. A flash of something. Yearning? Lust?....Love....? He shook his head as he let go of the girl, his eyes wide with fear from his own emotions. How could he feel something like that for someone he didn't know? Especially human? And more importantly, WHY had he felt that?
Seeing the look on his demon face, and recognizing it as a look of fear and confusion, possibly even revulsion, Buffy looked up at him curiously, "Spike?" She asked, hoping he had recognized her. Something that would let her know that this wasn't pure hell.
But, instead of answering her, the bleached-blonde vampire rushed away from her at superhuman speed, leaving her to wonder exactly WHY he had run away.
But, she didn't dwell on it at the moment as she climbed back in to her car and drove away.
****
Buffy watched as the night got darker, her back leaning against the car window as she thought back to the evil-Spike she had encountered earlier. When he had looked at her in fear and confusion, there had been something recognizable in those blue orbs of him. Something she'd only seen with her Spike. But, it was gone in a flash, replaced by utter revulsion as he had run away from her. She wondered if that revulsion was directed towards her. But, why?
A light tapping on her car window startled the her. And, Buffy turned her head only to see a young girl, no older than her age standing outside of the car window. Her flaming-red hair was cropped short, barely below her ears. And her wide blue eyes were almost as blue as Spike's. Almost.
Buffy was unsure about opening the door, but when the girl tapped more frantically, she obliged, reaching over to the passenger side she flipped up the lock.
The girl immediately jumped into the car.
"Drive!" She shouted, and Buffy looked back at what the girl had been running from. For, behind the car no less than twenty vampires were approaching. When she had her Slayer strength, she couldn't even fight that many alone.
Buffy drove immediately, "Where to?" She asked.
"Down Parkinsins Avenue the number is 1270, you know where that is?" The girl asked.
"Yeah. I live- used to live only a block away from there." Buffy answered, knowing by now this girl was harmless. And, Buffy was thankful for that.
"So, I'm Buffy." Buffy started before the sound in the car was replaced by uncomfortable silence.
"Prissy." The girl answered. "I'm Prissy."
"Interesting name." Buffy answered.
"Same for you."
Prissy suddenly looked unsure of herself as she started to speak again, ringing her long fingers nervously together, "What you saw back there-"
"Vampires." Buffy finished for Prissy. "I know about them. I fight them. I kill them. The whole nine yards."
Prissy looked relieved, "It's great I didn't have to explain anything to you."
Buffy nodded, finally stopping the car outside of a two story brick house. A fairly large front yard accented the house, the large tree's in it, making everything look almost eerie at night.
"Thanks for the ride." Prissy smiled.
"Look," Buffy started looking down embarrassedly. "I know I just met you, but I don't have anywhere to stay. And-"
Prissy nodded, cutting Buffy off, "I supposes it's okay if you stay with me." Prissy looked unsure, but figured she could protect her family if Buffy posed any threat to them.
"I'm sorry for asking you like this. Hell, I don't even know you, but-"
"It's okay, really." Prissy cut Buffy off once again.
And Buffy nodded, hoping she was right about Prissy. And that, the redhead WAS good like she hoped.
Buffy nodded stepping out of the car, "I hope you know I DO feel really stupid for asking this."
Prissy smiled, "It's no problem really. And I feel weird for saying YES to a stranger. But, you seem harmless. Almost like I know you somehow."
"I know how you feel." Buffy answered following the red-head into the house. Even if Sunnydale was horribly evil, she missed it. This was her home. Yet, in this reality, it seemed far for it. Spike being evil. Someone living in her house. No Dawn....
"Prissy!" A loud sounding unmistakable voice rung through the house, making Buffy pause as a girl walked down the stairs, glaring at Prissy. Her face was the same, but her hair was the same flaming red as Prissy's and her skin was thinner, paler.
"Dawn?" Buffy choked out.
Prissy turned her head, "You know her?"''
"Well I don't know her," Dawn walked the rest of the ways down the stairs.
Buffy looked over at Prissy curiously. "A-Are you the Slayer?" She tripped over her own words, suddenly feeling faint, while braising herself against the wall.
Prissy looked at her curiously, suspiciously. "How did you know?"
"Oh God."
TBC....
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