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
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? (Oh, hehehe, forgot to mention, 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 Seven: So Long
So I was the one with all the glory
While you were the one with all the strain
A beautiful face without a name
For so long
A beautiful smile to hide the pain
~Bette Midler
He was the first to pull away from the kiss. Blue eyes wide and frightened by his own actions. Own feelings towards a human. Feelings expressed in front of his lover and the Slayer.
"You're covered." Drusilla was the first to speak of the bunch. Her voice was full of disgust. "You're covered in her, Spike. You're covered. Drowning in piles of dirt." Her gray eyes snapped from Spike over to Buffy. "The Slayer." Speaking those two words, it sounded as if Drusilla had tasted something rotten. And the by the look on her face, the taste lingered.
"But, I'm the Slayer." Prissy spoke from behind Buffy and the two vampires. And, Buffy cringed, remembering the Scooby Gang was standing behind her. Had she really kissed Spike in front of all of them?
Drusilla giggled lightly, "Silly girl. Playing silly games. Playing make-believe."
Buffy hesitantly turned towards the Scooby Gang, her sea-colored eyes meeting the ground, afraid to look them in their eyes, "She knows." She paused, just long enough for her gaze to meet Prissy's for a split second. And, then it was back on the ground, as if she hadn't looked up at all. "It's like I said. I thought-or I think-you stole my life. I am the Slayer." She laughed lightly, but no joy was behind her laughter. It sounded forced. "Drusilla of all people knows. How ironic is that?"
"Oh, so now I have these bloody feelings for a-a fucking Slayer!" Spike hissed, his voice low enough so only Buffy would hear him.
Drusilla, apparently having heard what he said, snapped her gray eyes up to meet his own. "Yes, my love. That's how it's supposed to go. How it went. And, how it goes. I should go now, luv." She looked over at Buffy, sadly. "You put things right."
And with that said, the brunette turned away from the group, and walked away, her long elegant dress trailing behind her along the way.
"Dru!" Spike yelled, starting to go after her.
"Spike, stop." Buffy suddenly said, making the bleached-blonde turn towards her. "She's right. This is how it goes. She knows. She knows everything that you seem on the verge of remembering. She knows that you REALLY have feelings for me. Or where I come from you do." She paused, her suddenly watery hazel eyes, meeting soft blue one's. "And, I have a feeling she only knows what's going on. I have a feeling going after her won't help. It won't help you. And, it won't help me."
His eyes remained on the short blonde throughout her short speech, and still, afterwards, no words came to mind. He stood there silently, still. Feeling as if he could believe this girl in front of him. This girl he had known no more than a few days. This girl who he felt, he could already trust.
"Spike," She said quietly. "I want to go home. I want it like it was before. And, maybe you can help me." She paused, her eyes still focused on his ocean blue one's. Eyes that she knew, could play out so many emotions. So many hidden emotions, that could show on the surface. Especially when he looked at her. She always felt invisible. Naked. She knew he could see right through her. "Can you help me, Spike?"
And he paused, for a split second, his hand hesitantly traveling down the side of her face in a pleasant and loving gesture, "I'll help you, Buffy."
****
Prissy still feeling an odd connection to Buffy, had let the blonde invite the vampire into the house. And, now, only a few minutes until it was an hour later, she didn't know why. No one seemed to be saying anything. People only getting up to use the bathroom or to get a glass of water. Buffy figured everyone was acting like this because she had easily gotten Spike to agree with her.
Xander, at first, had protested saying she was allying herself with the enemy and that she was evil. Who else? He had even checked her for a pulse. Which, of course, she had. And, she knew, like she felt a connection with Prissy, Prissy did with her. Making the red-head trust her. She suspected it was something to do with being the Slayer. Something to do with Prissy having her life.
And, Spike. He sat uncomfortably next to Buffy, making sure he was distanced enough from the Scooby Gang. Only sneaking glances at Buffy now and then, otherwise he would make sure he was picking at his chipped nail polish or staring at the wall. He still couldn't believe he had agreed to help her. And, what was more annoying to him, was that the teenager, Dawn, he thought her name was, was flirting with him! The Big Bad! Now, what was wrong with this picture?
Buffy sighed, finally being the first one to speak up, "So are you all going to help me? Or is it just going to be me and Spike?"
"Spike and I." Willow corrected Buffy quietly.
"What?" Buffy sighed, before realizing what the read-head meant and rolling her eyes slightly, playfully at Willow. She was the glad the read-head seemed to be warming up to her. "Oh." She smiled at Willow, who thankfully, returned the smile.
"I guess I could help." Willow sighed. "But, I don't understand how Prissy could of stolen your life. I feel like-or I have, known her since the tenth grade. She's my best friend."
"I think Anya might know something." Buffy spoke up, suddenly. "She was acting all weird when I saw her today. And, I think she almost said my name."
"Are you-" And before Willow could finish her sentence, Anya, herself, walked in the door, cheerily.
"I'm here!" She announced. "Am I late?"
"Kinda." Xander rolled his eyes at his ex-girlfriend, yet kept a wary eye on Buffy. He didn't like that girl.
When Anya realized who he was looking at, she stiffened, her whole body becoming tense. And, Buffy realized this, sitting up straighter in her chair and looking Anya in the eye, "Anya, do you know who I am?"
The brunette looked uncomfortable as she said, "I told you. No."
"You're lying." Buffy stood up. "What do you know? Do you know why I'm here?"
"I-" Anya paused, sighing and sitting herself next to Giles on the couch. "Yes. Okay. I know who you are. Now, can I go?"
"Do you know why I'm here?" Buffy asked. "Come on Anya. I really want to go home. How would you like being in my place?"
Sighing, the brunette looked over at Buffy and said, "I know how you got here. But, I don't know how to get you home."
"Tell me." Buffy stood up, walking over to Anya. "Please."
Anya sighed, "I well-before I was human again, Prissy well she sort of made a wish. She made a wish that she was important, wanted, needed by people, and well-everything basically that was the Slayer. So ka-blam, she's the Slayer. Sorry Buffy."
"Sorry?!" Buffy stood up, angrily. "All you can say is sorry?!" She paused, taking a deep breath, trying to control her anger. "I woke up, and I wasn't in my world anymore. And, it's your fault Anya."
Anya looked guilty as Buffy said this, and fuming, Buffy sat down, angry. Glancing quickly over at Prissy who now seemed to be crying.
"So you're saying my life is a lie?"
TBC....
AN: First of, sorry the chapter was short. lol. 2ndly, I have a feeling the story won't last much longer. I hope your enjoying it so far! So uh PLEASE REVIEW!
AN2: And just wanted to say, thanx for all your wishes of betterness! But, unfortunately as soon as that sickness started to die down, I get another one! ARGH! I SO hope I don't have the flu.
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
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? (Oh, hehehe, forgot to mention, 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 Seven: So Long
So I was the one with all the glory
While you were the one with all the strain
A beautiful face without a name
For so long
A beautiful smile to hide the pain
~Bette Midler
He was the first to pull away from the kiss. Blue eyes wide and frightened by his own actions. Own feelings towards a human. Feelings expressed in front of his lover and the Slayer.
"You're covered." Drusilla was the first to speak of the bunch. Her voice was full of disgust. "You're covered in her, Spike. You're covered. Drowning in piles of dirt." Her gray eyes snapped from Spike over to Buffy. "The Slayer." Speaking those two words, it sounded as if Drusilla had tasted something rotten. And the by the look on her face, the taste lingered.
"But, I'm the Slayer." Prissy spoke from behind Buffy and the two vampires. And, Buffy cringed, remembering the Scooby Gang was standing behind her. Had she really kissed Spike in front of all of them?
Drusilla giggled lightly, "Silly girl. Playing silly games. Playing make-believe."
Buffy hesitantly turned towards the Scooby Gang, her sea-colored eyes meeting the ground, afraid to look them in their eyes, "She knows." She paused, just long enough for her gaze to meet Prissy's for a split second. And, then it was back on the ground, as if she hadn't looked up at all. "It's like I said. I thought-or I think-you stole my life. I am the Slayer." She laughed lightly, but no joy was behind her laughter. It sounded forced. "Drusilla of all people knows. How ironic is that?"
"Oh, so now I have these bloody feelings for a-a fucking Slayer!" Spike hissed, his voice low enough so only Buffy would hear him.
Drusilla, apparently having heard what he said, snapped her gray eyes up to meet his own. "Yes, my love. That's how it's supposed to go. How it went. And, how it goes. I should go now, luv." She looked over at Buffy, sadly. "You put things right."
And with that said, the brunette turned away from the group, and walked away, her long elegant dress trailing behind her along the way.
"Dru!" Spike yelled, starting to go after her.
"Spike, stop." Buffy suddenly said, making the bleached-blonde turn towards her. "She's right. This is how it goes. She knows. She knows everything that you seem on the verge of remembering. She knows that you REALLY have feelings for me. Or where I come from you do." She paused, her suddenly watery hazel eyes, meeting soft blue one's. "And, I have a feeling she only knows what's going on. I have a feeling going after her won't help. It won't help you. And, it won't help me."
His eyes remained on the short blonde throughout her short speech, and still, afterwards, no words came to mind. He stood there silently, still. Feeling as if he could believe this girl in front of him. This girl he had known no more than a few days. This girl who he felt, he could already trust.
"Spike," She said quietly. "I want to go home. I want it like it was before. And, maybe you can help me." She paused, her eyes still focused on his ocean blue one's. Eyes that she knew, could play out so many emotions. So many hidden emotions, that could show on the surface. Especially when he looked at her. She always felt invisible. Naked. She knew he could see right through her. "Can you help me, Spike?"
And he paused, for a split second, his hand hesitantly traveling down the side of her face in a pleasant and loving gesture, "I'll help you, Buffy."
****
Prissy still feeling an odd connection to Buffy, had let the blonde invite the vampire into the house. And, now, only a few minutes until it was an hour later, she didn't know why. No one seemed to be saying anything. People only getting up to use the bathroom or to get a glass of water. Buffy figured everyone was acting like this because she had easily gotten Spike to agree with her.
Xander, at first, had protested saying she was allying herself with the enemy and that she was evil. Who else? He had even checked her for a pulse. Which, of course, she had. And, she knew, like she felt a connection with Prissy, Prissy did with her. Making the red-head trust her. She suspected it was something to do with being the Slayer. Something to do with Prissy having her life.
And, Spike. He sat uncomfortably next to Buffy, making sure he was distanced enough from the Scooby Gang. Only sneaking glances at Buffy now and then, otherwise he would make sure he was picking at his chipped nail polish or staring at the wall. He still couldn't believe he had agreed to help her. And, what was more annoying to him, was that the teenager, Dawn, he thought her name was, was flirting with him! The Big Bad! Now, what was wrong with this picture?
Buffy sighed, finally being the first one to speak up, "So are you all going to help me? Or is it just going to be me and Spike?"
"Spike and I." Willow corrected Buffy quietly.
"What?" Buffy sighed, before realizing what the read-head meant and rolling her eyes slightly, playfully at Willow. She was the glad the read-head seemed to be warming up to her. "Oh." She smiled at Willow, who thankfully, returned the smile.
"I guess I could help." Willow sighed. "But, I don't understand how Prissy could of stolen your life. I feel like-or I have, known her since the tenth grade. She's my best friend."
"I think Anya might know something." Buffy spoke up, suddenly. "She was acting all weird when I saw her today. And, I think she almost said my name."
"Are you-" And before Willow could finish her sentence, Anya, herself, walked in the door, cheerily.
"I'm here!" She announced. "Am I late?"
"Kinda." Xander rolled his eyes at his ex-girlfriend, yet kept a wary eye on Buffy. He didn't like that girl.
When Anya realized who he was looking at, she stiffened, her whole body becoming tense. And, Buffy realized this, sitting up straighter in her chair and looking Anya in the eye, "Anya, do you know who I am?"
The brunette looked uncomfortable as she said, "I told you. No."
"You're lying." Buffy stood up. "What do you know? Do you know why I'm here?"
"I-" Anya paused, sighing and sitting herself next to Giles on the couch. "Yes. Okay. I know who you are. Now, can I go?"
"Do you know why I'm here?" Buffy asked. "Come on Anya. I really want to go home. How would you like being in my place?"
Sighing, the brunette looked over at Buffy and said, "I know how you got here. But, I don't know how to get you home."
"Tell me." Buffy stood up, walking over to Anya. "Please."
Anya sighed, "I well-before I was human again, Prissy well she sort of made a wish. She made a wish that she was important, wanted, needed by people, and well-everything basically that was the Slayer. So ka-blam, she's the Slayer. Sorry Buffy."
"Sorry?!" Buffy stood up, angrily. "All you can say is sorry?!" She paused, taking a deep breath, trying to control her anger. "I woke up, and I wasn't in my world anymore. And, it's your fault Anya."
Anya looked guilty as Buffy said this, and fuming, Buffy sat down, angry. Glancing quickly over at Prissy who now seemed to be crying.
"So you're saying my life is a lie?"
TBC....
AN: First of, sorry the chapter was short. lol. 2ndly, I have a feeling the story won't last much longer. I hope your enjoying it so far! So uh PLEASE REVIEW!
AN2: And just wanted to say, thanx for all your wishes of betterness! But, unfortunately as soon as that sickness started to die down, I get another one! ARGH! I SO hope I don't have the flu.